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her. Pushing deep inside. While warm water rained down all around her.

Once he was all the way in, she sat facing him for a moment. His gaze locked with hers and she thought she saw … could it be that he…?

He grasped her hips and lifted, then lowered her again. All thoughts scattered at the feel of that marble shaft moving inside her.

Her head tipped back, the water streaming through her long hair as he glided into her body in a steady rhythm.

She squeezed him, loving the feel of him inside her.

“Ohhh, Kane.” The pleasure soared within her and she gasped. “I’m going to…” Bliss swelled inside her, her whole body a tingling mass of sensation.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Me, too.”

Then they both groaned in a simultaneous, wildly explosive orgasm, the tiled stall filled with the echo of their passion.

His hands on her hips slowed, until finally she settled on his lap, the two of them staring into each other’s eyes. She sucked in deep breaths, her heart still pounding from the intensity of the experience.

He simply stared back, looking as stunned as she felt.

Then he kissed her neck.

“We should finish our shower and go get breakfast before it gets cold.”

* * *

After breakfast, they packed up and checked out. Will met them at the waiting limo, which took them to the airport.

“So the honeymoon’s over,” Will teased, as he sat beside River on the plane. “Now back to the real world.”

The real world.

River shivered. She had no idea what that was anymore. Certainly, her life had changed radically. And that thought was hammered home when they pulled up in front of a luxury apartment building.

She was surprised when Kane got out of the car and offered his hand.

“We’re not going to your house?” she asked as she walked toward the entrance with Kane and Will.

“No, I just go there on weekends and whenever I want to entertain,” Kane said. “Will and I both have apartments here.”

A doorman held the door open for them and they entered the vast, luxurious lobby.

“You can’t entertain at your apartment?” She hadn’t seen it yet, but judging from his student apartment, and his current house, she was sure it would be stunning.

He shrugged as they stepped onto the elevator.

“The house makes a better impression. Of stability. Class. It’s what’s expected.”

“And that’s important to you?”

He shrugged. “To a certain extent. Especially in business.”

She stared down at the glittering rings he’d given her, then at her bright, multicolored mani. He’d probably prefer she wear something more subdued. Maybe a deep red, or even something neutral like a nude. And what would he think of her wardrobe?

If he had a house specifically to entertain in, he must host parties and she’d be his hostess. Would he expect her to dress a certain way? Behave a certain way?

Will leaned in and nudged her elbow. “He may sound like a stuck-up prig, but we both love him anyway,” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, thanks, buddy,” Kane said with a hint of sarcasm.

The elevator stopped on floor eighteen.

“Well, see you later,” Will said as he stepped into the carpeted hallway.

The doors closed and the elevator started moving again.

She frowned. “Why do you care about what other people think?”

He shrugged. “What other people think of you can help you or hurt you in life. It’s important, and anyone who says otherwise is just fooling themselves.”

“Then why did you marry me? I won’t fit in your upscale world.”

“You’re a beautiful, talented woman. You’ll do fine.”

Was he saying she was a trophy wife? But she knew better. If that’s what he’d wanted, he could attract any number of stunning women who would fit far better into his world than she ever would.

“And if I wasn’t?”

He smiled and slid his arm around her waist, drawing her close. “Look, I love the person you are. Your creativity. Your quirkiness. I’m just saying that you have those other assets, too. And as my wife, I know you’ll want to make a good impression when we’re out with people where it matters.”

“And who matters?” she asked with gritted teeth, leaning away from him.

His arm loosened around her and slid away.

“I just mean contacts who could affect my standing in the business or social community. Just as I’ll act appropriately to help you with your business.”

The elevator doors opened and she strode out, not caring that she didn’t know which direction to go. But it didn’t matter because she walked right into a huge penthouse apartment. She slowed as