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“I’m sorry!” he said, retracting his hand. “Is that painful?”

“Not exactly,” she said, panting.

He reached again gingerly and swirled around the spot, his fingers plenty slippery with her arousal. This time her reaction was to moan and arch her body. Much better. Concluding he must be doing something right, he continued the pattern of steady swirling and watched utterly fascinated as Emily became completely frantic. Her hands clutched randomly at the sheets, her head, his arm; and her hips writhed in increasingly sensuous rhythm. Her breathing became erratic, punctuated by moans and whimpers, and as he sped up his movements, outright groans. Her body stiffened suddenly on a deep groan, her head flung backward in the pillows, her neck and upper body arched, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. She uttered another long, drawn-out moan and her body collapsed in a panting heap back onto the mattress.

And that, he thought with satisfaction, was how to make his woman come. Rather pleased with himself, he waited until she opened her eyes to ask, “Was that pleasurable?”

She smiled in a lazy sensuous way that made his cock leak painfully and nodded. “Oh, yes,” she said softly.

He smiled in return and, leaning down, he kissed her gently. “Go to sleep,” he recommended. Because he absolutely needed to do something about the state of his cock, and he’d rather she not witness it.

“Oh.” She cast him a slightly puzzled look and bit her lip. She ran a hand up the back of his neck and kissed him. “Are you sure?” she asked, husky voiced.

Oh, God! When had Em turned into a siren? I have to resist. I really do!

“Yes, go to sleep, sweetheart,” he murmured, unable to resist pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

She sighed, her eyes closing, then she kissed his neck and snuggled into him like a confiding kitten.

He lay there with his cock throbbing, listening to her soft breathing, torn between the pleasure of having her snuggled into him and the agony in his groin. When he was sure she was asleep, he eased out from under her and crept to the dressing room to sort himself out.

Ten minutes later he returned to the bed, waved Kes up, and slid back under the covers. Miraculously, Em didn’t wake. She really was a sound sleeper.