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first time special,” she said quietly. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
    He kissed the top of her head. “I’m glad.” She yawned against his chest and cuddled deeper into his hold.
    “Go to sleep,” he murmured. “I want you to sleep here tonight.”
    Her eyes were incredibly heavy, and she was already drifting off when his directive registered in her consciousness.
    “Want to sleep here, too,” she mumbled.
    His fingers stilled in her hair and then his hands wandered down her body, bold and possessive.
    “That’s good, Ash, because from now on, you’ll sleep every night in my bed.”

    Three
    Devon woke to the odd sensation of a female body wrapped around him. Not just wrapped but completely and utterly surrounding him.
    Ashley was draped across him, her legs tangled with his, her breasts flattened against his chest, her arm thrown across his body and her face burrowed into his neck.
    He…liked it.
    He lay there a long while watching the soft rise and fall of her body as she slept soundly across him. She was really quite beautiful in an unsophisticated, effervescent way. She lit up a room when she walked in. You could always pick her out of a crowd. She was extremely…natural. Perhaps a bit too exuberant and unrestrained but in time with the proper guidance, she’d be an excellent wife and mother.
    He ran the tips of his finger lightly up her arm. She was pale. Not so pale she looked unhealthy, but it was obvious she wasn’t a sun bunny, nor did she indulge in salon tanning. Perhaps what he liked most about her was that she looked the same no matter when he saw her. Though she wore makeup, she didn’t wear so much that she was transformed into someone completely different when they went out.
    Glossy lips and a touch of coal to already long, lush lashes seemed to be all she did, but then he was hardly an expert on women’s gunk.
    But she didn’t seem fake. At least not that he could tell. Yet. Who knew what the future would bring. He liked to think she wasn’t an accomplice in this ridiculous plan of her father’s even when he knew it was best for all parties involved to know the entire story from the start.
    The selfish bastard in him liked the idea that she felt affection for him, free of machinations. If her words from the night before weren’t merely a result of being overwhelmed in the moment, affection was perhaps the wrong term. She’d said she loved him.
    It both complicated the matter and gave him a certain amount of satisfaction.
    While he may approach the marriage as a matter of necessity, convenience and a chance at a successful business venture, the idea that she would be coming into the marriage for the same reasons bothered him immensely.
    It made him a flaming hypocrite but he was happy for her to want him because she desired him and yes, even loved him.
    First, however, he had to get the preliminaries out of the way. One of which was making their upcoming nuptials official. She didn’t know it yet, but she would become Mrs. Devon Carter.
    He carefully extricated himself from the tangle of arms and legs, but he needn’t have worried because she slept soundly, only wrinkling her nose and mumbling something in her sleep when he slipped away completely.
    He pulled on his robe and glanced back at the bed.
    For a moment he was transfixed by the image she presented. The sun streamed through the window across the room and bathed her in its warm glow.
    Her blond hair was tousled and spread out over his pillow. One arm shielded most of her breasts from view, but there, just below her elbow, one nipple peeked out. The sheet slid to just over her buttocks but bared the dimple just below the small of her back.
    She was indeed beautiful. And now she was his.
    He dug into the pocket of the jacket he’d discarded the night before to retrieve the box with the ring in it and then quietly left the room. When she awoke, he’d put into place the next part of his carefully orchestrated