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didn’t make a wish, anyway.”
    He pursed his lips. “Not this time,” he murmured.
    “Not—” Suddenly her eyes widened in consternation. “Oh, my God. You and I ... back then, we threw coins!” she said on a rush of breath. “I remember. They landed in the fountain!”
    “A complete accident. And we didn’t throw them,” he refuted. “I was running to buy an ice cream for my little sister. When you and I collided, the coins merely flew from my hand.”
    “I was about to make a wish with mine,” she said, her gaze turning dreamy as she dipped into the past again. “I wanted a kitten for my birthday.”
    He moved forward, took her hips between his hands, and spread her knees wide apart with his. “Et voilà. Nothing to do with us. Or love. Or this attraction we feel. The fountain nonsense, it’s just a silly superstition.”
    Her gaze came back into focus. “Of course it’s not real.”
    “There’s no such thing as voodoo. Or endless pleasure,” he stated unequivocally and thrust into her.
    “Or someone loving you forever,” she gasped as he withdrew and thrust in harder.
    “Complètement fou.”
    Craziness.
    That’s what he told himself as he hammered into her over and over, drawing moans and gasps of pleasure from both of them until they exploded in a mind-bending climax. Crazy that he’d been thinking of her all these years.
    Crazy, he told himself as he spent the rest of the night exploring her body, teaching her to touch him in ways that drove him mad with desire. Crazier still, he told himself as he gently introduced her to the many pleasures of submitting to a man’s will, that he’d even think about blaming his troubles with the building permits and his unfulfilling love life on some absurd voodoo magic. Craziest of all, he told himself firmly as he now stared at the dimming shadows creeping across the ceiling as pink sunlight peeked into the room, that he’d thought fucking this woman for a single night would exorcise her from his dreams, along with the winds of discontent that had blown through his life for the past fifteen years.
    Putain de merde. He knew damn well voudoun wasn’t real ... but it sure as hell felt like he’d been caught in some kind of black magic spell that refused to relinquish him. How could he possibly have thought having sex with her would break him free?
    “Shay?” she whispered. She’d been dozing in his arms for the past hour, the two of them sprawled across the pillow-strewn, sheet-tangled bed, emotionally replete and sexually sated. For now...
    “Yeah, cher.”
    “So, about that kiss at the fountain...”
    Dieu. Was she a mind reader as well as an erotic sorceress? “Mm-hmm?”
    “What made you do it?” she asked. “Why would a boy like you”—she turned in his arms and peered up at him—“try to kiss an awkward, gangly girl like me?”
    He avoided the pitfall. “You were far from gangly, cher. And a boy like me? What’s that supposed to mean?”
    She smiled. “Older. Cute as hell. Probably a bit of a bad boy, too, I wager.”
    He cringed. “Cute? Merde.” He grinned. “But I’ll give you bad. Yeah, definitely bad.”
    “So, why?”
    “Ah, Tessa. You were young and sweet and on the verge of blossoming into a real beauty. Even a clueless boy like me could see that. When I ran smack into you and those coins went flying, you looked so damn upset that I’d spoiled your little wishing ritual ... I couldn’t resist giving you something else to remember instead.”
    Amusement danced in her eyes. “No ego there or anything.”
    He chuckled. “I’ve always wanted to apologize. It was just an impulse. Honestly, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
    “You didn’t. I was just surprised. I’ve always regretted smacking you. After you’d gone, I wanted to kick myself.” She nestled closer to his body, extended her tongue, and licked at his nipple.
    He fought a moan and, amazingly, his body stirred. They’d indulged in nonstop,