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the
lid on the simmering liquid. Then she shooed him out to pour the wine while she
made the final preparations and served. They ate with gusto, their enjoyment of
the food and one another complete.
    It
was while they were having cheese and fruit that Cle broached the subject that
had been gnawing at her. "Ah, Dev... What happened after I passed out? Was
it awful for you?"
    "I
thought we talked that all out this morning," Dev said, pouring Drambuie
into many faceted crystal liqueur glasses.
    "Well,
yes, we did some, but you didn't say what happened at that moment." She
squirmed in her chair, not looking at him. "Was I sprawled all over the
floor? Oh, Lord, Dev, I've never acted like that."
    He
stood and came round to her, taking her hand to draw her to her feet, then
leading her into the living room. When she protested that she wanted to clear
things, he told her that they would do it together later. He pulled her down
beside him on an overstuffed couch opposite its twin, also in the Wedge wood
blue that was Cle's favorite color. "First of all, you didn't hit the
floor. I caught you and before many people were aware of what happened I had
taken you into an anteroom off the ballroom. Only Hopey was with me and he
stayed just long enough to determine you weren't really ill. He made our
excuses to guests and I brought you home." He leaned forward his mouth closing
on her lower lip. "Stop chewing your lips that way. Only I can do that.
Don't worry, I took you out of there through a cloakroom and down a back
elevator to the underground garage."
    "Oh,
Dev, you didn't carry me all that way! I'm too heavy." Cle was anguished,
squirming as he laughed.
    "I
think you were lighter when we first met. Now you're too contented. You're
getting chubby."
    "Pig!"
Cle squawked, throwing herself atop him as he lay back on the cushions,
pummeling him as his laughter increased.
    They
rolled off the couch, narrowly missing the tiny glasses of Drambuie as they
continued to wrestle on the floor.
    Cle
was triumphant when she managed to pin Dev to the carpet. She clambered fully
on top of him, stretching her arms on his to hold him in place. Then she looked
down at him. "Gotcha."
    "I
surrender." Dev grinned up at her as his arms lifted hers in a slow
backward movement. With no effort at all he freed his arms and clamped them
around her. "Gotcha," he whispered, his one hand pulling her head
down to his.
    "That's
not fair. You tricked me." Cle couldn't stop giggling while she struggled
against Dev's hold.
    "You
know I'd do anything to hold you, angel," Dev drawled just before he
fastened his mouth to hers and made her forget the hard glitter in his eyes
when he spoke.
    "Dev,
don't you want to listen to music?" Cle mumbled, her arms tightening on
his neck.
    "Yes.
You can sing to me while I make love to you," Dev muttered, frowning at
the hook and eye fasteners on the punjabis. "Damn things! I'll rip them
off you in another minute."
    "Don't
you dare, Devon Charles Albert Eldred Carstairs! I love this outfit." Cle
glared at him, pushing him to one side so that she could undo the fasteners
herself.
    "Stop
that," Dev said.
    "Stop
what?" Cle moaned, tugging the silk shirt from the waistband of the
matching pajama bottoms.
    "Stop
calling me by my full name. You know that annoys me. Besides, you forgot to
include the name Willett before Charles. My family would never forgive you for
such an omission."
    "Your
family would never forgive me anything." Cle gasped as his mouth sucked at
her breast.
    "It's
not my family that you need to please. It's me," he drawled, drawing back
to stare at her breasts with a deep, satisfied look on his face.
    Though
Cle could tell by the leaping green heat of his eyes that Dev was in the grip
of the passion that always held both of them in thrall, she also knew that he
would take his time looking at her as he always did. He made no secret of how
he felt about her body. He gently tugged at the punjabi trousers, slowly
drawing them down