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with the ecstasy that gripped her. Her breath came out of her body in a long sigh, and she was suddenly limp, sprawling forward over his chest. She nestled her head against his shoulder and lay there, breathing hard.
    Longarm rested one hand on the enticing swell of her bottom and used the other to stroke her hair. He chuckled. “I reckon that’s why some folks call it the little death,” he said. “It’s damn near as good as dying and going to heaven, ain’t it?”
    â€œDon’t ... swear,” said Amelia.
    â€œI won’t smoke no cheroots, neither, if you don’t want me to. But one would taste mighty good right about now.”
    â€œIn a minute,” she said. She patted his chest and snuggled against the thick mat of brown hair. “Just lie there and let me enjoy the feel of you.”
    Longarm trailed a finger through the cleft between the cheeks of her rump, and his intimate touch made her wiggle her hips. He was still buried inside her, and her movement made his shaft start to stiffen again in response. She lifted her head and her eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed, “Already?”
    Longarm moved his hips. Amelia sighed again, a soft, breathy sound. “Oh, my, yes.”
    They had managed to keep their hands off each other during dinner, which they had shared in the dining room of Carson City’s elegant Oriental Hotel. The bill for Longarm’s lodgings here was going to be more expensive than Henry liked, but Longarm figured he could get the clerk to approve it. Henry could be a reasonable man—when he wanted to be.
    After dinner, they had come here to Longarm’s room for brandy, and the genteel atmosphere that went with the whole situation had lasted for a while.
    Almost a whole minute, in fact.
    And then they had been pulling each other’s clothes off as fast as they could, laughing and stroking and squeezing, until Amelia had pushed Longarm down on the bed, straddled his hips, and lowered herself onto him so that she was riding the long, thick pole of male flesh.
    It had been one hell of a ride, and Amelia, bless her heart, was ready to go again.
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    â€œI think I’ll go to Virginia City,” Amelia said. She pinned her hair in place and settled the prim little hat on her head. She was fully dressed and looked every bit the lady again.
    Longarm, on the other hand, was still sprawled naked on the bed, his head propped up on the pillows and his hands locked together behind his neck. The air in the room was a little chilly, but he didn’t mind. Amelia looked at him in the mirror over the dressing table and said, “You look positively decadent, Custis.”
    â€œThanks,” he said with a grin. Then he became more serious as he asked, “You know anybody in Virginia City?”
    Amelia turned away from the mirror and shook her head. “No, not a soul,” she replied. “Why do you ask?”
    Longarm frowned. “To be honest, I’m a mite worried about you. Virginia City’s a rough place. It’s full of miners and cowboys and gamblers and gunmen.”
    â€œIt sounds exciting,” Amelia said with a smile.
    â€œIt ain’t the kind of place for a sweet little Mormon gal who don’t know what she’s getting into,” said Longarm bluntly.
    Amelia clapped her hands together in delight. “Why, Custis, you’re worried about me!”
    â€œWell, of course I’m worried about you. You and me are friends, ain’t we?”
    â€œMore than friends, I’d say.” Amelia’s eyebrows lifted and her smile became suggestive.
    Longarm sat up and reached for his long underwear. He didn’t want Amelia getting any ideas about taking her clothes off again and distracting him from what he wanted to say.
    â€œListen,” he told her, “I know you didn’t like living in Utah. I reckon you probably come from a big family—”
    â€œEight sisters and