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her little purse, straightened her blouse by pulling it away from her breasts then smoothing it down. The skirt fell below her knees and concealed what he now knew was a very nice ass and set of legs.
    For whatever reason, Bethany did not want him to know she was a virgin. He decided to let the issue drop. It was only important to him because she was the first virgin he had ever slept with. His taste in women prior to Bethany tended toward the wild side.
    He had definitely never been where no man had gone before, until now, and somewhere deep inside his instincts took over, made him want to protect her. A sense of responsibility struck him, and he considered that he just might be an honorable man. Jack turned to face her and realized she was still sniffling. Her back shook as she tried to regain her composure.
    He started toward her.
    She turned toward him. She spoke slow and deliberate, trying to appear calm and composed. “You know I used a vibrator, I did. Several times actually. Of course, it wasn't anywhere near as big and thick as...” She gulped. “...you. Anyway, I didn't want to be a thirty year old virgin. But with a father like mine, no guy stood a chance at getting near my cherry."
    She wiped her eyes and took another deep breath; she had completely regained control. “I guess I didn't put it in far enough."
    Jack almost choked at her revelation. For a woman who was in a tantrum over a blood spot a moment ago, she was speaking her mind without any problems now and giving him details about her practice with electronics. Holy Shit!
    "So, if you don't want to..."
    "Bethany. I want to.” Jack stroked a finger down her arm, chasing the water as it rolled over her skin. She was brazen and matter-of-fact as she spoke. It was like she had this wall up, and he was not allowed to see past it. Like being vulnerable was a bad thing. Then, he realized how vulnerable he was and pulled up his own wall. “Now, if you're over this crying spell, I can get back to the challenge you issued."
    She smirked and looked up at him.
    "You're not drunk,” she said as if she just realized it.
    "Neither are you.” He shrugged.
    "But, but..."
    "Do you want to tell me why you were so quick to marry me, or should I go first?” He lifted off the shower wall where he was leaning and turned the water off. “Because I can explain myself in the morning. I'd much rather make you pass out from passion tonight."
    "I said unyielding power, not passion. Passion indicates feelings you can't possibly have for me.” She opened the shower door and started out of it.
    He pulled her up short by grabbing her arms. He turned her to face him and covered her mouth with his. He nipped her top lip and then licked it. He teased at her tongue until she was flush against his body, holding on to his biceps and ready to submit to him completely. Then, he pulled back.
    "Don't tell me what I feel. That, little lady, is passion.” Jack nodded and, with a smirk of triumph, grabbed his towel and headed for the door.
    Bethany pulled the towel off the bar and dried herself in the bathroom. She decided she had never met a man like Jack Johnson in her life. He was either the most intriguing man, or he was going to turn out to be some sick-o serial killer. Wouldn't it be her luck?
    He had married her of his own free will, not an alcohol induced haze, though the buzz must have helped them both take the chance. He had a reason for it. She knew now. The question was did she want to know tonight or in the morning?
    As she walked into the great room and looked across to the bed where Jack lay, butt naked and hard, she decided to wait. She only wanted to know one thing tonight.
    "Bout’ time.” He drawled.
    "I had to dry off.” She climbed into bed next to him and lay on her back, just as he was. It was the strangest feeling, crawling into a bed naked with a man there waiting. It felt good. She felt empowered. His erection let her know without words that she had something he