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pushed into me even harder and faster as my legs began to shake, my entire body shuddering with another orgasm.
    That was the difference between having sex with Knight and having sex with anyone else—it was as if his body could control mine—he dictated when I'd have an orgasm and how many. I'd never been able to come this many times with other partners—this was just another of Knight's Loki abilities.
    "Dulce," he groaned as he started pushing inside me harder and quicker. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Then he sighed loudly and moments later, simply collapsed against me, his head resting on my breast. He pulled out of me and set me on the ground again, being careful to support me when it seemed I might keel over.
    "How did you get out?" I asked, remembering myself and the part I had to play.
    Knight took a deep breath and walked away from me, shrugging as he did so. I could see the tension in his upper back and I didn't even have to feel his shoulders to know he had knots between them. He clasped his hands behind his head, handcuffed-style, and then turned around to face me again, completely awe-inspiring in his nudity.
    "I don't know," he said simply as he shook his head. "Caressa said they just didn't have enough to go on and that putting me to death would have caused a public outrage."
    Well, it wasn't a great reason, but it also wasn't like Caressa had had much time to come up with a flawless alibi. I took the few steps that separated us and threw my arms around him, needing to be close to him, needing to feel the heat of his skin against me.
    "I'm gross, Dulce," he said as he tried to push me away. "I need a shower."
    I smiled at him and allowed him his space. "It didn't seem to bother you earlier."
    He nodded and returned the smile. "As soon as I saw you, I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself." Then he shook his head as if he were surprised by the fact that he'd just pushed me up against the wall and pounded the hell out of me. "You have a way about you, Dulcie."
    I smiled but said nothing, merely pointed to my bathroom. "Go take a shower and I'll see what I have in the kitchen. I'm sure you're starving."
    He nodded and grinned boyishly before disappearing into my bathroom. Once I heard the shower start, I turned to the subject of food. Opening my cabinets, I spotted some Jif peanut butter and bread, an open box of Triscuits and a few cans of Progresso soup. Hoping the fridge had more to offer, I opened it, but wasn't impressed. A carton of milk, long past its date of expiration, loomed ominously so I shut the fridge with a sigh. Reaching for the peanut butter and the bread, I figured I'd make Knight a sandwich to tide him over while I ordered a pizza for us.
    Ten minutes later, Knight was out of the shower and I'd ordered "the works" pizza and made him a sandwich. He walked into my living room with a towel wrapped around his middle and I was suddenly overcome with feelings of depression as I realized this little charade wasn't going to last longer than today. That thought settled in my stomach like an anvil. Why? Because I wanted to play this game of house with Knight. I suddenly loved the idea of him plodding into my living room, leaving wet footprints in his wake while asking me what was for dinner every night.
    I felt tears threaten again and swallowed them down angrily. That scenario was never going to happen and the sooner I realized i t, the better.
    "Here," I said, handing him the peanut butter sandwich. I watched him smile in thanks and take a seat at my kitchen table. "I ordered pizza."
    "Is everything okay, Dulce?" he asked, eyeing me curiously as he palmed the sandwich and glanced at it thoughtfully before facing me again. "You don't seem yourself."
    I took a deep breath and realized my depressing thoughts were coloring my mood. I watched him take a bite of the sandwich, a huge bite to where only one half of it remained, and told myself to snap out of it. Today was the last day I was