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your head.”
    “Yank is not a word I find arousing.” She giggled, pulling on her dress until it was rucked up to her arms and her head was covered. “I’m STUCK!” She laughed until she snorted.
    Jasper dragged the dress off her and she collapsed, laughing onto the bed. He dipped his head toward her to kiss her, but she made a squeaking sound in her throat and giggled. For several minutes, she couldn’t stop laughing. He stood by, horrified.
    He kissed her forehead and climbed out of bed.
    “What? Is it because I wasn’t qualified to get out of my own dress? ‘Cause that can happen to anyone, no matter how many Lemon Drops she’s had. Those things are gooood,” she said, stifling a giggle.
    “Is that what you’ve been drinking?”
    “That and some Windex and something that was on fire. Two on-fire things, I think.”
    “Take an aspirin, drink a glass of water, and go to sleep,” he said.
    “What? I said I was sorry. Now we’re supposed to have make up sex,” she whined. “Take off your pants!”
    He was obviously fighting not to laugh. “I will not. Put on some pajamas and I’ll get you the aspirin and water.”
    “I try and try with you, and it’s like you’re not even interested.  Why won’t you have sex with me? Why won’t you EVER have sex with me?” she demanded. When he returned, she swallowed the aspirin with a mutinous glare and drank the water.
    “I’m interested.” His voice was low, the heat of his hands on her arms searing a path of desire as he touched her stomach, pulled her toward him. He lowered his head. When she parted her lips, he flicked his tongue into her mouth. Arching against him, she hoped for an instant that he’d loosen his iron control. Jasper drew back.
    “But the first time I make you scream, I want you sober enough to remember it. To your dying day, you’ll look back and think, now THAT was a man.” His filthy grin nearly undid her.
    “I—don’t leave.” She choked the words out.
    “I’ll sleep over there.” He indicated the chair.
    “Sleep here with me.”
    “You may be surprised to know this, but I’m not actually a superhero. There are limits to my resolve and I suspect that’s about the outside border we just reached. So I’ll be over there if you need help, uh, vomiting or anything.” He grimaced.
    He unwound her arms from his neck and dropped her unceremoniously back on the bed. She fell asleep, snoring instantly.
     
     
     

Chapter 8
    Jasper
     
    Jasper sat in the chair, staring into the dark and wondering how the hell he ended up leaving a willing blonde for a drunken sound engineer who snored like a lumberjack. It wasn’t out of the question that she had some form of sleep apnea with a sound like that, he mused. Why hadn’t he had sex with her right then, when she wouldn’t remember a thing? It would have been the perfect solution; he could have slaked his desire without the thorny complications he knew would come of sleeping with such a woman.
    To her, it would be a declaration, an entanglement he would be hard-pressed to free himself of. She would want space in his schedule, in his dresser, in his mind. He was smarter than this, he told himself. There was nothing for it but to leave.
    He put a glass of water beside her bed, leaned down to brush her tangled hair aside, and press a kiss to her temple, but thought better of it. He left her asleep again, amazed that he’d got himself mixed up with such a ridiculous woman.
    He got on with his workout, went to the office and reviewed reports from the legal division, signing off on a few technicalities. By the time Shannon made his protein shake, he’d been at his computer for three hours. She made him sign a congratulatory card for someone he’d never heard of in HR who was getting married or having a child or buying a boat or whatever feminine event demanded a greeting card and flowers this week. He wrote a J and scribbled the rest in irritation.
    After a long, productive day, with