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| torn over what she should do. Then, with a sob of fury, she flung herself back into his arms and clung to him. "Oh, Ashton, I don't want to love you," she cried. "I don't! I don't!" |

| "I think I can understand why," he whispered, caressing the soft and creamy flesh of her back. "And don't say it until you can feel comfortable with it. Seeing it in your eyes and hearing it in your voice is enough for me now. In time, Sasha, you will be free of your fears and doubts. Then you will show me fiercely the depths of your love for me." |

| "I feel so wicked, Ashton," Sasha whispered, her breath taken away when she felt his manhood probing between her thighs. If she did not stop him now, it would be too late. She could not control the beating of her heart nor the desperate needs that were encompassing her. To have him inside her was surely the ultimate of ultimates! To stop him, all she had to say was no! |

| But every fiber of her being was screaming yes!yes!yes! |

| "Nothing that we ever share can be called wicked," Ashton whispered against her cheek as his fingers cupped her buttocks, drawing her closer to his throbbing hardness. He forced her hips in at his, then stifled her cry of sensual shock with a kiss as he plunged inside her. Their naked bodies fused, sucking at each other in the water, flesh against flesh, Ashton's passion rising, his whole body seeming to be fluid with fire. |

| Only half aware of making whimpering sounds, Sasha hid her blush of pleasure against the broad column of Ashton's throat. Sinking into a chasm of desire from which she felt she might never rise |

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