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disappeared into the bedroom and changed. When he returned in nice jeans and a sage-green casual shirt, he looked heart-meltingly handsome.

“I was going to suggest we eat out,” he said casually, “but I take it you’ve made something for dinner.”

The aroma of the chicken wafted from the kitchen.

“It’s just a casserole. Nothing fancy.”

“It’ll be fine.”

When she served dinner, he ate a good portion and commended her on it, but mostly they hardly spoke. Afterward, when she cleared away the dishes, he sat in the living room and turned his focus to his tablet, probably reading the news.

She wasn’t really sure what to do with herself, still not used to being in this place. Will had shown her how to access the WiFi, so she opened her laptop and put headphones on and watched a movie on Netflix.

“River?”

She dragged her gaze from the movie, which was nearing the end, to see Kane standing before her.

“I’m going to bed.”

She gazed at him, not sure what he wanted her to say.

“Let’s get this straight,” he continued. “You’ll be sleeping in the master bedroom with me tonight.” He held out his hand to her.

“The movie’s almost over,” she hazarded.

“You can finish it tomorrow.”

She drew in a breath and shut down the app, then closed her laptop. As Kane’s hand closed around hers and he led her to the bedroom, her heart started to pound.

Even though their marriage wasn’t the real thing, the short time he’d been gone had seemed interminable, and the angry sex they’d shared yesterday had left her wanting … needing … to feel some closeness with him.

Once in the bedroom, he turned to her, then slowly and purposefully stripped away her top and jeans. While she stood in her bra and panties, he stripped off his own clothes, and then lay down on the bed. He wrapped his hand around his semi-erect cock and watched her.

“Take off the rest for me.”

She watched his hand glide the length of his shaft as she reached behind herself and released the hooks on her bra, and then slowly eased the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. His cock grew harder under his stroking hand, now a tall tower of rigid flesh. She dropped her bra to the floor, watching his indigo eyes darken.

Then she pushed down her panties. Now totally naked, she walked toward the bed. He released his erection and held out his hand. When she took it, he drew her onto the bed and over him.

She ached for him, wanting the big cock inside her. She settled her body over him and grasped his hot, hard flesh, then guided it to her slick opening.

He hadn’t even touched her and she was wet with need. She lowered herself, his thick shaft stretching her as it filled her up. She couldn’t help moaning as she glided down his hard erection.

She sat staring at him, their gazes locked.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Make me come,” he said.

Oh, God, his words … the heat in his eyes …

She was burning up with need. She started to move on him, the feel of his thick cockhead stroking her insides overwhelming. She squeezed him, groaning at the intense pleasure.

“Show me how much you want me,” he murmured.

She rose and fell faster, his cock gliding within her.

She did want him. She needed him. Deep inside her. Surging into her body.

Making her tremble.

She bounced up and down, taking him deeper and faster. His breathing quickened and his eyes blazed with a reflection of her own need.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” she blurted, the sweet joy coiling inside her, suddenly swelling.

“Yes, sweetheart. Do it. Come for me.”

His hands grasped her hips and guided her faster. Joyful sensations skittered along her nerve endings and she sucked in a breath, then pleasure burst through her in an explosion of ecstasy. He groaned and she could feel him erupt inside her.

Finally, she collapsed against him. As soon as she caught her breath, she tried to shift to the side, the feel of her breasts against his hot, hard chest too much for her. But his arm tightened around her waist and she couldn’t move away.

After a moment, he pressed one hand to the small of her back and rolled onto his side, keeping her in his firm grasp, and turned out the bedside light. They lay in the darkness, her body tight to his … and his cock still buried inside her. In fact, it was still hard.

She lay in the dark, lulled