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“
You
are
asking
me
if
you
hurt
me
?
”
“
The
irony
is
not
lost
on
me
,
”
he
smiles
sardonically
.
“
Seriously
,
are
you
okay
?
”
His
eyes
are
intense
,
probing
,
demanding
even
.
I
stretch
out
beside
him
,
feeling
loose
-
limbed
,
my
bones
like
jelly
,
but
I
’
m
relaxed
,
deeply
relaxed
.
I
grin
at
him
.
I
can
’
t
stop
grinning
.
Now
I
know
what
all
the
fuss
is
about
.
Two
orgasms
…
coming
apart
at
the
seams
,
like
the
spin
cycle
on
a
washing
machine
,
wow
.
I
had
no
idea
what
my
body
was
capable
of
,
could
be
wound
so
tightly
and
released
so
violently
,
so
gratifyingly
.
The
pleasure
was
indescribable
.
“
You
’
re
biting
your
lip
,
and
you
haven
’
t
answered
me
.
”
He
’
s
frowning
.
I
grin
up
at
him
impishly
.
He
looks
glorious
with
his
tousled
hair
,
burning
narrowed
gray
eyes
,
and
serious
,
dark
expression
.
“
I
’
d
like
to
do
that
again
,
”
I
whisper
.
For
a
moment
,
I
think
I
see
a
fleeting
look
of
relief
on
his
face
,
before
the
shutters
come
down
,
and
he
gazes
at
me
through
hooded
eyes
.
“
Would
you
now
,
Miss
Steele
?
”
he
murmurs
dryly
.
He
leans
down
and
kisses
me
very
gently
at
the
corner
of
my
mouth
.
“
Demanding
little
thing
,
aren
’
t
you
?
Turn
on
your
front
.
”
I
blink
at
him
momentarily
,
and
then
I
turn
over
.
He
unhooks
my
bra
and
runs
his
hand
down
my
back
to
my
behind
.
“
You
really
have
the
most
beautiful
skin
,
”
he
murmurs
.
He
shifts
so
that
one
of
his
legs
pushes
between
mine
,
and
he
’
s
half
lying
across
my
back
.
I
can
feel
the
buttons
of
his
shirt
pressing
into
me
as
he
gathers
my
hair
off
my
face
and
kisses
my
bare
shoulder
.
“
Why
are
you
wearing
your
shirt
?
”
I
ask
.
He
stills
.
After
a
beat
,
he
shuffles
out
of
his
shirt
,
and
he
lies
back
down
on
me
.
I
feel
his
warm
skin
against
mine
.
Hmm
…
it
feels
heavenly
.
He
has
a
light
dusting
of
hair
across
his
chest
,
which
tickles
my
back
.
