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blaze of lust, of wanting. “Say it again.”
    Her fingers dug in to his back and her nails bit just a fraction into his flesh. She said, “God, Bo. You feel so good inside of me.”
    His lips came down on hers with haste, need. She could feel his back bow; his hips pressed him deep where he remained as warmth and liquid spilled into her. Little tremors rolled through the mountains of tense muscles on his body as he eased the kiss and settled on top of her. He was still inside of her. A short jerk of his hips caused his eyes to close, open. He looked at her with such satisfaction she couldn’t help but smile.
    His hand came up and wiped away tears she didn’t know she had been shedding. He frowned a moment and said, “I tried.”
    “Tried what?”
    “Not to hurt you.”
    “You didn’t.” She reached her hand up to stroke his short brown hair.
    “You’re crying.” He pointed out the obvious.
    Ivy pulled his face closer to her and kissed his lips. She then looked at the man who had handled her so gently, had tried so hard to make it a good experience for her. “They must be tears of joy, because I didn’t even know they were there until you pointed it out. I’ve never felt better in my life than I do right now.”
    That was the truth and she was a bit stunned by her own admission.
    Even more surprising was his response, “That makes two of us.”
     
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    Bo sat at the table wearing his robe. She sat across from him wearing hers. He kept stealing glances towards her, but she kept catching him. He hoped she wasn’t lying about not being hurt. He had done his best to make it as good as possible for her, but he felt like a complete bastard when he pressed into her and noticed the tears in her eyes. They had taken a shower, but not together. He ordered food while she showered. Then she brushed her long, wet hair as he showered.
    He spared her another quick glance and she smiled at him. He held her gaze and asked, “What?”
    “Nothing,” she lied. He could tell. She was blushing.
    “Tell me.” He almost laughed.
    “I was just wondering…if maybe…”
    “What?” He did laugh this time. Her cheeks were blazing pink and she could barely keep a straight face. He absolutely had to know.
    “If next time I could do to you what you did to me.” She let out a whoosh of breath after she finished as if it took some courage to ask.
    His immediate thought was that she really would be the death of him. He cleared his throat and said, “Anytime.”
    “Really?” And damned if she didn’t seem excited about it. “I’ve never done it before. I might not be very good at it.”
    It took a moment for his brain to forge sensible words together. “I’m sure you’ll do great.”
    It sounded more like he was telling her she would ace a test rather than successfully blow him, but that was what he could come up with in this bizarre situation.
    She smiled. Her big brown eyes lit up with excitement. Her face was still a bit flushed from the embarrassment of asking about it. He watched as she stood up and moved to stand next to him.
    “You should turn to face me, right?”
    He looked up at her and realized she meant to do it right now.
    He tried for a cool he couldn’t master as he moved the chair and his body to face her. Almost immediately she moved to her knees in front of him. He took a breath and said, “Ivy, you don’t have to…”
    Her hands slid over the robe and up his thighs. Fuck it! He wasn’t going to fight her on this. She wanted to do it now, so be it. Her hands unfastened the belt of the robe and slowly opened it. He couldn’t get past the way she looked at his naked body. He could feel his chest and face warm under her scrutiny.
    She had that effect on him. He had wanted to kick his own ass on more than one occasion for blushing when Ivy Mills paid attention to him. He always felt so privileged, so special to have her attention. She had no idea what a crush he had had on her for years.
    Now, as