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building pressure.
    “Oh God, Harry, please,” she exclaimed, her head tossing against the pillow and her fingernails digging into his back. “I need… I need…”
    His ragged breathing had turned into soft grunts, and his muscles had tightened like a fist. The tiny part of her mind that still processed coherent thoughts couldn’t believe sex with her—with her —had reduced such a controlled, powerful man to this almost primitive creature.
    The knowledge intensified her pleasure, and she cried out as her orgasm started to crest.
    Then she was coming, almost sobbing with pleasure.
    He let out a choked sound, froze, and then released in a series of fast, clumsy thrusts.
    For a moment, they stayed in position, gasping in exhausted unison. Then his body softened, and he buried his face against her neck.
    His breath stroked her skin, his hot, relaxed weight pressed into her. She felt delicious, limp and utterly replete, with just a lingering soreness between her legs.
    He pulled up and out of her before she wanted, but she knew he had to take care of the condom. She wasn’t sure what he would do after he’d thrown it away, so she was relieved when he got back into bed and pulled her to his side.
    She burrowed against him, sated, tender, and ridiculously proud of herself.
    “Thank you,” she whispered, kissing his shoulder. “Thank you for being so great about it.”
    “My pleasure.” He paused. “I think it should have been obvious that it was my pleasure.”
    She chuckled and draped her arm over his belly. She wondered if he wanted to cuddle with her or if he was just being nice because it was her first time.
    Either way, she appreciated it.
    They lay in companionable silence for a few minutes until she decided she needed to use the bathroom. When she came back, she hesitated.
    He looked gorgeous, masculine, and debauched, sprawled in the bed naked, barely covered by a sheet. But she didn’t want to outstay her welcome, so she bent to pick up her bra from the floor.
    He frowned at her. “What are you doing?”
    “Oh. I was going to leave. I thought you’d want—”
    “Did you want to leave? Because there are several hours left of the evening and we could—”
    She scrambled back into bed, so quickly his words broke off with a grunt.
    “We could what?” she asked, smiling with renewed excitement.
    He smiled back.

Chapter Three
    Since he still had work to do, Harrison hadn’t planned on falling asleep. He did anyway.
    He slept soundly, although not for long. It was just after four when he opened his eyes to see Etta still sleeping beside him. Her blond hair spread out on the pillow, and the sheet had slipped down past her naked breasts.
    It would not be wise to spend much time admiring her breasts. He rolled over and made himself climb out of bed.
    The settlement was scheduled at nine this morning in a conference room downstairs with Harrison, the Damon lawyers, the Edwards lawyer, and Vern Edwards.
    He went to the bathroom, pulled on some clothes, brewed a cup with the high-end single-cup coffee maker, and then opened his laptop at the desk. His gaze strayed to a large flower arrangement on the desk—roses, tulips, sweat peas, and a couple of orchids. He wondered who on the hotel staff thought he’d want his desk decorated with a vase of pink and purple flowers.
    First on his agenda was to finish the inspection report on the club—hopefully he had enough notes to put it together. Then he would do some final preparations for the meeting.
    Fifteen years ago, his cousin Michael was killed in a car accident that also killed the teenaged granddaughter of Damon’s then–business partner Vern Edwards. The accident had also seriously injured the girl’s ten-year-old sister. It had taken months to sort out what happened and for the criminal justice system to declare it an accident, but even then, Edwards kept irrationally declaring Michael had been driving recklessly.
    The surviving girl was very young and