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birthday.
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    Steele opened his eyes and glanced around. A warm, female body was snuggled up against him, his arm around her. Her chestnut hair tickled his nose and he breathed in the sweet scent of it. Lily of the Valley. He lay still, enjoying the sensation of her soft, feminine curves pressed tight to him.
    Maybe too much because his cock began to swell.
    She murmured in her sleep and shifted against him, her hand gliding along his torso. It brushed his cock, which was now semierect. At the feel of her hand brushing against it, it jerked to full attention.
    He knew the instant she woke up. Her whole body stiffened. Then her hand jerked away from his member and her eyelids popped open. She stared at him with accusing blue eyes. Big, beautiful blue eyes with a dark rim around the pupil, and a scattering of golden specs, which probably glittered like sparks when she was angry.
    She pushed herself away from him and skittered backward to the edge of the bed. The clank of the chain reminded him she was still handcuffed to the headboard.
    â€œGood morning,” he said, but she merely glared at him.
    He sighed and sat up, then pushed back the covers. He was sure the sight of his big hard-on did not inspire confidence in her, but there was nothing he could do about that. It was what it was.
    He stood up and walked to the private bathroom connected to the room and took a quick shower, conscious of leaving the woman alone and handcuffed to the bed. He returned and grabbed clean underwear from his drawer and pulled them on, then retrieved his jeans. Wild Card had left the key to the handcuffs on the dresser, so he picked it up and approached the bed.
    When she saw him coming, she cowered under the covers.
    â€œYou slept in my bed last night, me naked, and I didn’t touch you. Why do you think I would now?”
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    Laurie watched him warily as he wrapped his big hand around her wrist and unlocked the cuff around it.
    â€œBecause you were tired last night?” she suggested as she rubbed the red mark around her wrist.
    He chuckled. “Sweetheart, I’m never too tired to fuck.”
    His words sent a tremor through her. She believed him. And the fact that he hadn’t touched her made her feel that she wasn’t in danger that way from him.
    â€œThere’s a bathroom right there. You can shower and whatever. And just in case you’re going to try something foolish like climbing out the window, I’ll have someone watching from outside.” He smiled. “I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself falling from the second story.”
    The room they were in was rustic, the walls showing the raw logs that made up the structure. The heavy wood furnishings matched the color and feel of the logs. It was very much a man’s room, sparse and functional, but with a comforting appeal, Modern amenities, such as a large, flat-screen TV and Blu-ray player, blended into the décor in an artistic balance of clean lines and rough-hewn furnishings. The bed was big and comfortable with a cushioned bench at the foot, and a big, cozy armchair stood off to the side.
    The whole house probably had the whole outdoorsy male feel.
    She stood up, tugging on the hem of the stupid short dress.
    â€œI just have to ask,” he said as he watched her with a grin. “Why wear a dress like that if you’re so uncomfortable in it?”
    She pursed her lips. She didn’t want to admit to him that she’d worn it because Donovan had insisted. She still didn’t understand why she had fallen into line with Donovan’s controlling demands. What did that say about her as a strong, independent woman? How had she let that happen?
    So she ignored his question and marched to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The doorknob was black wrought iron, and the door closed with a satisfying thunk. She turned the lock.
    It was steamy in the room, and smelled all musky and