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inside her. A puff of hot air seared her neck, and Mike groaned beside her ear.
    "My Jolee...beautiful Jo..."
    This is insane! a little voice inside her head kept repeating. Okay, it was insane, she agreed. Insane or delusional. Either way, she wasn't going to argue or attempt to stop this torment until she was damn good and ready.
    His thickness pulled through her, shredding sanity and taking away every thought as he adjusted himself over her and began stroking harder. Almost pounding himself until she could hear their flesh slapping together. The bed rocked with their motion. His mouth lifted away long enough to say her name again.
    Jolee could feel the tenseness rising. Beneath her hands the muscles in his back also tightened, and she hooked her heels around his waist.
    The build-up came over her fierce and demanding, wiping out all thought. Everything flew out the window as her orgasm hit her without warning. Arching her back, she was faintly aware of Mike crying out when her inner walls gripped him. He tried to continue his thrusts, but the strength of her muscles locking him in place was too much. In the next instant he poured himself into her. His groan filled the room as their bodies trembled with the aftershocks of their orgasms.
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Chapter Six
    Time passed unobserved. At some point he collapsed on the bed next to her, but his arms continued to hold her. Touching her. Caressing her with gentle movements. One hand pressed against her buttocks, keeping himself trapped within her.
    Slowly, inevitably, Jolee opened her eyes to see him watching her. She wearily smiled. “You have lots of ‘splaining to do."
    Another one of those sexy chuckles vibrated under her fingers. “How well can you suspend belief?"
    She blinked. “Like, in fairy tales?"
    "Something like that."
    Rolling over, Jolee propped herself up on her elbows. “I've just had the best sex of my life with a man I've only drooled over in photos, and you want me to suspend my beliefs? Mike, we didn't use protection!"
    Mike smiled and ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it back across her shoulders. “What I'm about to tell you is going to sound like something out of the ‘Twilight Zone', but you have to trust me. It's the truth. As for the absence of a condom, you have nothing to be afraid of."
    "Yeah, I bet. How many women have you used that line with?” she asked, but without the touch of sarcasm she normally would have used. The man was being sincere with her, and she knew it. How she knew, she couldn't explain. No more than she could explain why this hunk of male perfection was hers and hers alone.
    He gave another chuckle. “Jolee, I'm a Dream Seeker. More specifically, a Dream Keeper. An Archivist, to be more specific."
    "I'm still lost,” she drawled, grinning.
    "I take pictures of people's dreams, then keep them for future reference."
    Jolee frowned down at the man whom she knew was being totally honest with her, and damn if she could figure out why she was so certain. “Which people? How would they know to contact you? And why would you do such a thing? You can't photograph dreams.” Giving a nod in the direction of her living room, she added, “How come you're on that roll of film I found?"
    "Those photos are of my dreams, Jolee. They're my dreams of the one woman I love with all my heart.” Now he was dead serious. His dark eyes stared straight into hers.
    "Who was the woman who looks like me, then?"
    "It was you."
    It took a moment for her to accept what he was saying. But before she could open her mouth to retort, Mike laid a finger across her lips. “Let me explain. Please."
    He pulled himself out of her before moving up and leaning against the headboard. Lifting her, he waited for her to get comfortable lying against him. From the corner of her eye, Jolee could see his manhood beginning to stir. The sight of it was enough to fire up her interest.
    "There's a lot on this world that can't be