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By:Lucy Monroe


                “I feel free with you, like I can do anything and it’s okay.” She sounded astounded by that reality, but not unhappy.

                He was delighted. “Exactly. Me. Not the alcohol.” He made her lose her inhibitions, no whiskey needed.

                Her gaze sharpened in comprehension and she smiled. “Evidence would be in your favor.”

                “I am aware.”

                “Your arrogance is showing again.”

                “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

                Her smile made his heart pause in its beats.

                He shook his head. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

                “I think I have a clue, rohi.” She gave a significant glance downward.

                Laughing, he bent and swept her into his arms, pulling her scantily clad body flush to his.

                He had never had so much fun with a lover.

                She gasped, then threw her head back and hooted, the sound of amusement so sweet it sent shivers through him.

                “You sure you don’t make a habit of this?” she asked, still giggling. “It’s just that it feels like a habit.”

                “Only with you.”

                He arranged her on the bed, having pulled the bedding back much to her apparent amusement.

                “You find this funny?” Arousal was his predominant emotion at the moment, his sex so hard it was already leaking preejaculate.

                “This? As in making love? No. But seriously, it’s like you’re a professional at the suave lover thing.”

                “At least you didn’t compare me to a musical genre again.”

                “I couldn’t have been too drunk if I was able to come up with metaphors.”

                “Or only a very inebriated woman would make such a comparison.”

                “There is that.” She winked at him. “I stand by it, though.”

                “Tonight, you are not under any influence but me.”

                “I’ll tell you a secret,” she whispered against his ear as he settled next to her, leaning down with the intent to kiss her again.

                “Yes?”

                “You’re a lot more intoxicating than that stuff I was drinking last night.”

                “And I will not leave you with a hangover.”

                “Just muscles sore in all the right places.”

                “I knew it.” He sat up.

                She grabbed his arm, like she thought he was going to leave. “What?”

                “I did hurt you last night.”

                “What? No. Maybe a little, but isn’t it always like that the first time?”

                “Oh, no, it can be much worse. We were very lucky your body’s barrier was not too stubborn.” If it had been he might have noticed it, though.