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He moved inside her time and again, one thrust after
    another until she tightened unexpectedly. It came so quickly she
    dug her nails into his flesh as she went over the edge of that
    pleasurable cliff, falling into a whirling space, her body responding
    to the ultimate male possession with a will of its own. She
    convulsed and moaned in open enjoyment, suddenly not caring if
    anyone heard her orgasmic release, unable to stifle the cry that
    ripped from her throat.
    He found his own pleasure a minute later, ejaculating hard
    inside her with a low fierce sound, his forehead coming to rest on
    hers as he released his semen with such a force that she felt it
    warmly coat her passage, his powerful body shuddering. Putting
    his arms around her a minute or so later, Anthony rolled to the
    side, taking her with him, breathing harshly.
    She liked being held so close, she thought, a lassitude of
    fulfillment making her weak and submissive. He might not be
    Jonathan—a wayward thought when Anthony was inside her,
    softening but still filling her passage. But he was strong and kind
    and she would sleep soundly in his arms.
    And that was all she wanted, wasn’t it? To be safe and
    protected.
    Well, almost.
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    48
    Emma Wildes
    Son of a bitch .
    Jonathan narrowed his gaze on the offending item and tried
    again, using a rock to pound the whittled wooden stake into the
    sand.
    “Here, Richmond, let me help.”
    Glancing over, he saw Anthony Reeves leaned forward to
    steady the piece of wood, his blond hair falling thickly over his
    neck, his naked upper torso tanned a deep bronze from all the time
    they spent in the sun. The man, Jonathan noted sourly, looked
    relaxed and pleased with himself, which was no wonder,
    considering he had Jenna to himself all night.
    Her sensual nature—which he had been the first to discover,
    was going to be a thorn in his side now. And to make matters
    worse, Charles was remarkably cheerful this morning, even for
    him, undoubtedly looking forward to his night in her receptive
    arms.
    Lifting the rock and letting it fall so hard the stick went in
    almost all the way, he murmured, “Thanks, Reeves.”
    “You’re welcome.” Grinning with uncharacteristic openness,
    Anthony lifted his brows.
    “Christ, don’t be so damned smug,” he snarled, not meaning to
    let emotion show but unable to contain it. “I could hear you well
    enough last night.”
    “I had a feeling it would bother you, the way you look at her.
    Smug doesn’t describe it either,” Reeves commented, the grin
    fading. “I don’t feel that way about her. The fact that Jenna is
    discovering herself as a woman doesn’t mean I am the lover of her
    dreams.”
    “No,” Jonathan said too quickly, “it doesn’t.”
    “Neither does it mean you are,” Reeves reminded him, looking
    irritatingly bland. “My guess is she is embracing her new sexuality
    like we did in our first freedom of discovery when young men. I
    don’t know about you, but I drank and fornicated without much

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    discrimination, finding with maturity my tastes were not for that
    sort of unbridled behavior.”
    “My tastes are still the same,” Jonathan admitted. His
    reputation for shying away from permanence was legendary. “I
    prefer ladies who give willingly and then don’t mind when you
    walk away.”
    “I think, in our old world, Jenna would be a lady who most
    definitely would mind if you walked away from her.”
    “In our old world, I would never have laid a finger on her.
    Marriageable young ladies are strictly off my list of potential
    lovers.”
    “Then perhaps you would be better off not to fall in love with
    her.”
    Reaching for one of the palm fronds to cover the pit where they
    often trapped small animals, Jonathan paused and glanced up
    sharply. “What is it with you and Charles babbling about love
    constantly?”
    “Jenna looks at you differently than either of us.” Anthony
    rocked back on his heels, lifting his brows.