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advantage of her surprise to insert his finger inside her, delving between the soft folds of her femininity.
    She tensed and started to struggle, but he braced his free hand against her waist.
    “Relax,” he whispered. “This isn’t going to hurt.”
    Lightly he began to stroke her ultrasensitive flesh. It didn’t take long before she was breathing hard.
    “See? Didn’t I tell you this would be good?”
    Her eyes remained tightly shut. Murphy opened her legs farther apart with his hand and covered her mouth with his own.
    His head spun and his control was close to snapping. Letty was soft and wet and on the verge of climaxing. She wasn’t the only one deeply affected. Touching her like this was driving him wild.
    His entire body was throbbing. Either they stopped right that minute or they raced full speed ahead. Murphy opened and closed his eyes in an effort to clear his thoughts. He felt as if he were sinking into a deep, dark pit.
    It came to him then, what should have been abundantly clear from the first. Letty Madden wouldn’t turn tail and run. Too much was at stake; she had nochoice. She was his for the taking. Any hope of her backing out of their deal was lost, and frankly he was glad, because he wanted her. This stodgy, dull woman had turned the tables on him. He was so damned hot for her, he was close to losing it right then and there.
    Not wasting any time, he caught her by the shoulders and brought her onto the mattress. Again he was amazed by her softness. She was smooth and sweet.
    He kissed her, holding nothing back, then cursed under his breath when the room started to sway.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    “You. Me. Damn it, it’s not supposed to be this good.”
    Fighting the need to rush, Murphy positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wide to accommodate his hips. When she felt his erection rubbing against her, she gasped and her eyes flew open.
    “I’ll go slow,” he promised, forcing himself to remember she was a virgin.
    “Murphy,” she cried, “kiss me. It won’t hurt so bad if you kiss me.”
    The room began to spin once more, only faster this time. He ignored the sensation and did as she asked, lowering his mouth to hers.
    The kiss was wet and wild, as out of control as Murphy was starting to feel. The world began to tumble into a deep, dark precipice, taking him with it. He battled the sensation as long as he could.
    He heard himself moan, felt Letty direct his mouth back to hers and kiss him. Damn, but she tasted good. All sweetness. The woman had given him one hell of a surprise.
    He tried, God knew he tried. He reared back his head and pushed forward, but his aim was poor. He lowered his hand to his erection, to guide himself into her. She closed her eyes and turned her head, knowing there would be pain. He regretted bringing her pain. “I’ll try not to hurt you,” he whispered.
    It was the last conscious thought Murphy remembered having.
    The next time he opened his eyes, it was morning.

4
    At first light, Letty slipped out of bed and dressed hurriedly. She dared not look Murphy in the eye for fear he’d know what she’d done. It had taken so long for the herb mixture to take effect that she’d begun to fear it never would. Since she hadn’t concocted anything like that before, she wasn’t entirely sure of its potency.
    She’d thought—hoped, really—that there’d only be time for a few kisses and little else before he fell into a deep slumber.
    She should have known he’d fight the effects. Instead he’d done far more than simply kiss her. Try as she might, she realized, she’d never forget her night with Murphy. She’d found pleasure in his arms, before and after.
    In the middle of the night, she’d stirred to find herself trapped at his side. His arm was wrapped about her waist, her buttocks tightly tucked against his swollen manhood. By all that was decent, by all thatwas right she should have escaped him then and there. God forgive her, she