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She gasped and stopped speaking as he pulled back, then thrust his loins against her once more. |
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"Do you still wish more?" |
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She pushed her own hips upward and found his mouth with her own. "Shut up, Thorn," she whispered against him. |
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He obeyed her, setting a rhythm below. She answered and followed, meeting him, responding to his ever-quickening lunges. Gasping, she tried to keep her mouth against his, until the very end, when in a whirlwind of ecstasy, she spiraled over the top, even as she heard an answering groan from him. |
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For a long moment, she didn't move, feeling his throbbing inside her, reveling in the closeness of his moist, hot body against hers. His breathing was ragged and loud, and she felt the rapid pace of his pulse where her ear rested against his chestor was it hers? |
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For a long and wonderful time, she lay there, first beneath him, then beside him, trying to catch her breath. Daring to wonder how this had changed things. What would happen between them next, when they spoke once more? |
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But then she felt him draw away, and she had her answer. Oh, he didn't move much, but there was a rigidity of his spine that had nothing to do with sensuality as his respiration became more controlled. Though his hands remained at her back, they were still, frozen, remote. |
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She knew she'd made a mistake. She'd had sex with her employer, who just happened to be a very attractive, very unreliable man. |
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It had felt good. No, wonderful. Better than she'd ever imaginedand she'd imagined a lot. |
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But now she was going to pay for it. And the idea of Thorn's belittling what had just happened between them made her very, very sad. |
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"Well," she said, deciding the best defense was an offense, "that was very pleasant, but I have work to do." She pulled away. |
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"This should not have happened, Mariah." His voice was weary. "I apologize. But I will not marry you." |
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She stood, grabbing her clothes and holding up her dress |
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