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negate it.
    He’d carried her unconscious body and laid her on his bed; his excuse to divest her clothes was to check for extra wounds. Bullshit , his monitoring of her body was personal. And when he saw it, he’d breathed in a shaky sigh.
    It was his dream, a delight of dipping curves and big hips, they swept out wide. He’d concentrated his attention on her tits, huge and suckable. Her nipples had teased out from the bra confining them. Sweet, dark popsicles tempted him beneath the red lace, and she had the hour glass figure that he adored.
    He liked her rippling hair, long and multi-coloured, but it was her body, the entire length that called to him. His cock strained against his jeans. A smidgeon of a smile teased his lips at her admission, naming a car. It had to be a girly thing.
    “Betsy is a write off.” He didn’t mince his words, gave it to her direct. Rune was amazed to discover a glaze of tears tipple over her eyes. “I rang the scrap-yard to collect it.”
    “Oh God, Kitty will be devastated. Betsy belonged to her before passing over to me.” She swiped a hand over her face.
    Rune decided that Kitty should get a fucking life.
    “Don’t you think she’d be more relieved that you’re unharmed, as in safe?”
    She snorted with anger. “Of course she would, what sort of best friend do you think she is?”
    “I don’t know, neither do I care.” He pondered her. Rune had rummaged through her bag and discovered she was a visitor to Caprice, one that required a Dom. He debated for the briefest time on giving her the choice. And then, took it away from her. Because this woman sent his every randy particle into meltdown.
    He craved her with an incessant urge and, for the first time ever, decided he would make love to a human.
    Because something drove him on, he didn’t know what it was. But one way or the other, she would be taking him, even if not fully, somehow he’d find a way. Hell, he should do, he was a master of technique, it was something he’d never cared enough about to try before. Rune hadn’t been interested, until now.
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    Jess tried to keep her hand from her fanny and, instead, squeezed her thighs tight because it oozed with need. At every soul-filled thought of his touch, both mentally and physically, a quiver raced across her skin. She tried to ignore the fact he’d stripped her, yet somewhere she wondered what he thought of her body. She wasn’t vain and knew her body wasn’t bad, okay she amended; maybe she’d prefer smaller hips, but hell, there you go —
    A shiver scrambled over her, she hoped he liked what he’d seen. Then bit back a moan, what difference did it make? She was on her way for a weekend of fucking from her Dom, not to attack her benefactor. Then wondered how she was going to get to Caprice, all but cringing at the cost of paying out for a taxi.
    “Why did you take my clothes off?” She wanted to ask his opinion but kept silent. No man had seen her body before; the thought that this perfect specimen had sent a shard of excitement through her.
    “To check there weren’t any more injuries.” He hadn’t moved from the bed, his weight caused the mattress to sag to the side.
    “And?” She knew damn well there weren’t any bones broken. Apart from the ache in her head, she felt fine; in fact her hangover had been worse. A lot worse.
    “You’re okay.”
    “You completed a, well you know, a hands on inspection?” Jess couldn’t believe her cheek, or the desire that raced along with a deep need.
    “Yes, I touched every inch of your skin.” Rune sent her a sexy wink.
    Jess stopped breathing, that one action sent her fanny into overdrive. A wicked devil perched on her shoulder. “But I was unconscious; you wouldn’t have gained a response.”
    Rune gripped the sheet and slowly peeled it back. “Then I’d better check you out again.” His attention was rapt, the intent obvious.
    Jess couldn’t believe she was lying all but naked before a stranger.