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He loves me. Roarke, I mean. He loves me.""Oh, so very much.""Nobody did before. Before Mavis, she just wouldn't give up and leave me alone. And Feeney. But he'd feel weird saying the whole love thing, so . . ." She mimed zipping fingers over her lips."But Roarke doesn't feel weird about it. He's full of it, the love, I mean. And when he loves me, things that never worked in me did-do. It was easier when they didn't work, but it's better when they do. You know?""I do. You should rest now.""Want to finish, give my report. Is my face messed up? I hate when that happens. Not like I'm pretty or anything, but-""You're the most beautiful woman ever born," Roarke said from the doorway, and Eve sent him a woozy, drugged smile."See, told ya he's full of it. book-quoteroarkeTrina and her consultants will be here by four to start setting up.""Joy and-what? Who? Trina? Why? What have you done?""You said no silly games, and no strippers," Peabody reminded her. "We're doing the full-out girl party. Champagne, decadent food, body, hair, face treatments. Chick-vids, presents, gooey desserts. Big girl slumber party, followed by champagne brunch tomorrow.""You mean . . ." The shock was sharp and cruel, a stunner blast against the heart. "Overnight? All night into tomorrow?""Yeah." Peabody grinned around her carrot. "Didn't I mention that?""I have to kill you now.""Uh-uh. No games, no strippers. Those were your only rules.""I'll find a way to hurt you for this. book-quoteroarkepeabodyHer hands were splayed against the wet tile, her body pulsing. Water rained over them, hot and needle sharp, as he felt the orgasm tear through her.A kind of purging, he thought.She was still gasping when he spun her around and closed his mouth greedily over her breast.She was helpless against what he brought to her. Each time, every time, helpless, staggered. And grateful. She dived her fingers into his hair, twisting, tangling them in that thick wet silk while those good, strong tugs of desire in her belly followed the restless hunger of his mouth on her.His hands, slick, skilled, strong, raced over her, took her to the edge and over. Where he wanted her, where he needed her - shuddering, moaning his name, swamped in her own pleasure.The nails biting viciously into his back thrilled him, the frenzied race of her heart against his incited him. More. All. Now, was all he could think as they savaged each other's mouths."I want you." His breath was heaving as he gripped her hips. "Always. Ever. Mine."His eyes were a wild and burning blue. She could see nothing else. It should have been too much, this desperate, endless need for him. Yet somehow it was never, never enough. "Mine." She dragged his mouth back to hers, and when he drove into her, met him beat for urgent beat." book-quoteroarke