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one final moan as cream covered her fingers and seeped from her slit. The final note in her erotic song for one.
    Jed Bearson was not here. She was alone.
    Still shuddering with the aftershocks from her climax, Maggie pushed down her nightgown and yanked up the covers. She felt hollow inside in spite of just having come. Ignoring the sensation, she turned on her side and snuggled into her pillow.
    She sighed as exhaustion overtook her. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she felt the lightest brush of a hand touching her hair, her cheek and her lips. She murmured Jed’s name and drifted off to sleep.

    Jed Bearson sprawled naked across his king-sized bed with the covers thrown back. It had been a long day. He usually enjoyed his part-time job with the Burnt Cove sheriff’s office, but today had been extra busy.
    Thankfully, the crimes he’d had to investigate weren’t overly serious. Unlike major-city crimes of murder, assault and drug-related events, the crime here was relatively minor. With Halloween inching closer, there had been two reports of decorations being stolen from people’s front yards, and one of graffiti being sprayed on an abandoned mill building on the outskirts of town. If a man had to deal with crime at all, then these were the type he didn’t mind. They were annoying, but no one got hurt.
    He stacked his hands under his head and stared up at the ceiling. He needed to start work on another painting soon. He’d had some ideas floating around in his brain, but hadn’t quite decided on the final subject. Jed had been drawing and painting for as long as he could remember, even taking art classes in high school and college. He’d never thought to make a living from it, painting solely for his own enjoyment.
    That changed about five years ago when a tourist had seen one of his paintings hanging in the lobby of a local B & B. The tourist had fallen in love with the large oil canvas depicting the nearby forest in the fall. Small animals had hidden among the trees and fallen leaves, peeking out at the unsuspecting bear that lumbered by. Not wanting to go home without the painting, the tourist had offered an exorbitant amount of money. The owner of the B & B had sold the painting and contacted Jed, giving him the bulk of the proceeds.
    A month later, a gallery owner from New York who’d seen the painting had shown up in Burnt Cove looking for Jed. They’d come to an agreement and the dealer had taken several dozen of his works. Two months later, a huge check arrived in the mail along with a demand for more.
    All in all, Jed was content with his life. With the proceeds from his paintings he’d paid off his house and was building a nice nest egg for himself.
    He could have quit his job with the sheriff’s office, but stayed part-time mostly because they needed him, and partly because he enjoyed helping people, making a difference in his community. Mostly, he was on an on-call basis these days, filling in for the occasional shift here and there, but today had been one of those long days.
    It was late, and he should be exhausted after the day he’d had. He needed to sleep because he was back to work tomorrow morning, filling in for a deputy who was off sick. But he wasn’t the least bit tired.
    He was wired. Alert. His skin felt as though it was pulled tight over his large frame, his muscles tensed in anticipation.
    In anticipation of what, he wasn’t sure. His cock was fully aroused, pushing up toward his belly button. He was primed and ready for a lover. Problem was, he was alone.
    Closing his eyes, he allowed his breathing to slow. Taking long, even breaths, he started to relax his overactive brain. His body had a mind of its own and was fully aroused and ready for a night of hot, steamy sex. Separating mind from body, he allowed his thoughts to wander.
    Whether it was a gift from his Native American father or his Irish mother, Jed didn’t know, but since he was a boy he’d had the ability to