urging him.
Thick and hard, he plunged. Lexie thrust her hips upward until he filled her completely. She savored the delicious sensation, her legs trembling with strain.
He thrust again, grinding into her, his breath hot against her cheek. âTell me if Iâm too rough.â
She was so aroused she couldnât speak.
His low voice rumbled next to her ear, saying wicked things that made her laugh and gasp. And all the time he was moving, pumping, hard and fast.
She climaxed quickly in a white heat that obliterated everything but the waves of pleasure pulsing through her. Dimly she was aware of Rafe, every muscle taut as he strained above her. And then an unearthly groan as he spilled himself into her.
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R AFE OPENED his eyes. In the dim light of Lexieâs bedroom he could see her tangled blond hair, a bare shoulder and a small square of pillow. He nuzzled her neck, breathed in her scent.
He rolled over onto his back. She stirred sleepily and rolled with him, draping an arm across his chest.
Suddenly he felt very cold.
What the hell had he been thinking?
Obviously, he hadnât been thinking.
He didnât want to think. He wanted to bury himself in Lexie again. To trace the whorls of the shell tattoo on her hip with his tongue, to dip lower, licking his way up the slender muscle of her inner thigh. He was getting hard again just thinking about it.
Larry didnât have to hear about this.
Not if Rafe did the audit properly, everything aboveboard. No fudging to save Lexie money. No going easy on her, overlooking the odd painting sale to reduce her income. After all, she wasnât expecting anything like thatâ
Was she?
He felt even colder. Could she have seduced him so heâd reduce her taxes? People tried offering much less with the same expectation.
Nah. That was crazy. She wasnât the type.
On the other hand, how well did he really know her?
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L EXIE PEERED over the mound of files between her and Rafe. The best sex sheâd ever had, bar none. Thismorning, though, he was ignoring her. Heâd barely looked at her.
âCan I claim video rentals?â she asked.
Rafe kept his head down, the calculator clicking nonstop. âDid they inspire you to paint?â
âEverything inspires me.â She frowned at the receipt in her hand. âExcept doing my taxes.â
âClaim the video.â
She dropped it on the Save pile.
Theirs was just a fling, she knew that. Rafe was a government tax agent. Sheâd known him for all of two days. As soon as the audit was over heâd be hitting the road.
Anyway, he was too young for her.
âDinner at the pub?â she asked, moving on to the next receipt.
âNot unless it was a meeting with a gallery owner or a potential buyer or somehow business-related.â
She tossed the receipt in the rubbish bin. Going through receipts was the most boring thing in the world. Her gaze kept drifting to Rafe. She wanted to go over there and wrestle him to the ground and kiss him until he cried uncle.
She rose restlessly, and paced through the living room, coming to a halt at the bookshelf. The quietly ticking skeleton clock caught her eye. She carried it back to the table.
Lexie laid her chin on her folded hands and studied the series of linked wheels of decreasing size. Inthe time it took the largest wheel to turn a quarter of the way around, the next wheel had spun a full circle and the next one down had gone around five times. The final wheel turned a spring that was coiled in a loose spiral that expanded and contracted with each click of a cog.
Like a heartbeat.
The minute hand ticked over to twelve and the hour hand pointed to three. There was a whirring noise and a tiny hammer struck a chime.
She glanced up to share her delight and found Rafe watching her. Finally, he was looking at her. âDo you want toâ¦â She nodded in the direction of her bedroom.
A red flush spread across his cheeks.
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