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reasoned.
    “Welcome home.” Having said so, she lowered her body until she enveloped him.
    As her climax took her over the edge, Devin realized the sentiment applied to her, too.

Chapter Five
    What now?
    Devin had asked herself that same question in Times Square when she and Gregory had finally reached one another. Now that they had made love, she found herself wondering anew what would happen next.
    And worrying specifically over when she would wake up.
    More than ever, she didn’t want to. Why would she when for the first time in her life, sex had been an amazing, spectacular experience? Fireworks? She was still feeling the residual shower of sparks.
    Devin waited for awkwardness or at least a feeling of self-consciousness to steal over her. She usually felt such things after sex, no matter how good an idea it seemed before the first article of clothing was shed. But lying next to Gregory in the quiet apartment, where time itself seemed to have stood still, she felt none of those things. Rather, she was content, and she felt confident and satisfied in a way she never had before. It had taken a figment of her imagination—albeit a very well-endowed one—to allow her to experience the most earth-shaking orgasm of her life.
    Indifferent? Unresponsive? Asexual? In the past, she’d worried she might be all of those things. Not now, though. What she had just experienced with Gregory was special. It was, she imagined, what making love felt like—not merely a physical joining, but an emotional one.
    On a sigh, she cuddled closer to his side. The apartment was warm, borderline uncomfortable, but she couldn’t get enough of his heat. She was determined to imprint every last detail of him on her memory so that she would have something to savor later.
    “You’re awake,” he said.
    “In a manner of speaking.”
    If he found her reply odd, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he levered up onto one elbow and studied her. Enough of the afternoon sun was able to squeeze around the drawn curtains to cast the room in an ethereal glow. He pushed a tendril of hair back from her brow. The gesture was tender, practical and lover-like all at the same time.
    “It’s tempting to stay here forever,” he told her.
    Devin agreed wholeheartedly. Hadn’t she just been thinking that very thing? “I don’t want to move.”
    His stomach growled loudly and they both laughed.
    “We probably should eat,” she told him, amazed to find her own appetite growing. That had certainly never happened in a dream before.
    “Food isn’t as important as this.” He leaned over and kissed her, his mouth lingering just long enough to cause her hormones to start popping like kernels of heated corn.
    “I agree, but we need to keep up our strength.”
    “For?” His brows tugged up along with the corners of the mouth that mere minutes earlier had all but driven her insane.
    “For round two,” she informed him boldly.
    “Well, when you put it like that…” He leaned over for another kiss. Before rolling on top of her, he murmured, “I have enough strength for another round of lovemaking right now, if you think you’re up to it.”
    Gregory was most definitely
up to it
.
    On a breathy laugh, Devin replied, “I suppose food could wait.”
    * * *
    Wait it did. It was another forty-five minutes before they finally emerged from the bedroom. Devin felt the way she often did after an especially intense session at the gym: a little sore, but otherwise loose and limber. And oh so pleased with herself.
    “You’re smiling.”
    “I am.” And her grin widened as she made her way to the kitchen.
    Before leaving the bedroom, Devin had donned Gregory’s shirt. She’d fastened only four of the buttons, leaving it to gape at the neck and flare open at the thighs when she walked. Underneath it, she wasn’t wearing a thing. She felt decadent, sassy, sexy and confident.
    “Penny for your thoughts,” he said.
    “Oh, they’re worth at least a dollar,” she