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“Yes,” she said, “yes”

He said soh to ainst his throat as he carried her through the o, the place where he wanted her to be

His bed

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Eh the floor-to-ceiling bedroo the white silk walls the delicate pink of a Caribbean seashell

Marco’s ar her close Her head was on his shoulder; her hand was splayed over his heart

His face was inches fro deep and steady She could look at hi as she liked

He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen

His dark hair was tousled Fro into those ebony strands as he’d ainst the high arc of his cheeks

So lashes like that

His nose was straight and strong… Wait There was the tiniest bue Her brother Caleb had broken his nose back in his high school days, playing football The injury had left a bump much like this Had her lover once broken his nose, too?

And wasn’t it a even more perfect?

Her gaze dropped to his mouth

She loved his mouth

Soft-looking in repose So Warainst her throat, her breasts, her thighs