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gaze. He was poised just at her entrance. She strained her hips toward him, trying to impale herself on him.
    “Say my name, Jessie,” he said. “Say my name and tell me what you want.”
    “I want you, Morgan. Please,” she begged. “Please, Morgan, I need you inside of me.”
    He gave a harsh groan and plunged into her. It was all she needed. She fell into the darkness and the fairy lights exploded around her.
    • • •
    Jessica came back to herself as Morgan picked her up off the floor and carried her into the next room. He deposited her on the bed, then pulled off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.
    She struggled for some composure.
    “That was nice,” she said. “It must be late, though, I’d better get back downstairs.”
    Morgan tossed his shirt aside and began pulling off his pants. Her gaze locked on him in shock. He was still fully aroused.
    “Nice?” He lifted one eyebrow as he shed the rest of his clothes. “Oh, no, Jessie,” he said. “You promised I could have you any way I wanted. I’ve just gotten started.”
    • • •
    Hours later, Jessica slid cautiously out of the big bed. Her body was sore, but sated in ways she couldn’t have anticipated at the beginning of the night. Quietly, she padded back into the sitting room and slipped into the silk dress. Giving in to impulse, she tiptoed back to the bedroom door for a final look at her dark lover.
    Moonlight from the open curtains washed the color from the room. In a tangle of sheets, Morgan’s big body was the only solid thing in a ghostly landscape. Jessica knew lots of handsome men, but somehow none of them ever seemed quite as real as Morgan. What would he do if she curled herself against his solid warmth and begged him to let her stay as she had begged him to take her?
    She straightened and turned back toward the door. She was sex and scandal. She might be fun for a night, but he would not want her in the morning. She would spare them both that. Carrying her shoes, she let herself out of the suite.
    • • •
    In the bedroom, Morgan listened to the quiet snick of the door. Her exotic scent lingered in the room. It was a taunting reminder that he was there and she was gone. He could command her body for a night, but she would slip through his fingers in the light of day. Rolling onto his back, he stared sightlessly at the ceiling as his beautiful wife fled back to her glittering life.

Chapter 2
    Jessica pushed her chair back and propped her feet up on her desk. She hadn’t talked to Mason in weeks, and he seemed willing to make up for lost time now. The last ten minutes had been an update on who had been snipped, sucked, lifted, or injected by whom and with what.
    “Swear to me right now Jessica, if I ever Botox myself immobile like that you will not let me leave the house. Honestly, this town needs some type of cosmetic surgery rehab.”
    She made the appropriate encouraging noises into the receiver. She had no idea where Mason got his never-ending supply of medical inside info, but it always checked out.
    She made herself comfortable and waited for him to segue into who was screwing who, both literally and figuratively. It was nice to hear his voice sounding so cheerfully malicious again. She wouldn’t bring up their last conversation at the party. She had spent the last few weeks trying not to think about that night herself.
    Consequently, his next question came as an unwelcome shock.
    “So, sweetie, we haven’t seen tall, dark, and gloomy in a while. Where did the two of you disappear to, anyway?” He let the end of the sentence rise up into a question.
    Her face flooded with heat. Mason was one of only a handful of people who knew she and Morgan were married. It was something they hadn’t discussed in years. “Don’t ask, don’t tell, darling.”
    He laughed delightedly. “Oh, please do tell Uncle Mason everything.”
    “Well,” she drawled, “I hardly think any of it was too shocking seeing as how we are