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tongue. She wanted to inflame him, to dispel further protests.

At some point a change cameover him. His lips moved under hers, softly at first, then moreinsistent. One hand traveled down her body, the other grazed theback of her neck, caressing it, making her body tingle all over.

Celeste smiled in triumph. Responding to her kisses sealed both their fates.

“So soft, so perfect,”he rasped as his palm caressed her shoulder, then slid lower to palmher breast. His thumb brushed her nipple and she gasped. “Madeto be touched, caressed.”

Quickly, expertly, heremoved her dress, pushing it down over her hips and thighs. Likeminded, Celeste made quick work of his underwear. The process wasn’teasy. His lips, teeth and exploring had all come into play and wereturning her brain into mush.

Fortunately, he took overand deposited her beneath him. His long body slid over hers and shewrapped her legs around his buttocks just as he entered her, filledher.

“I want to fuck yougood and hard.” His gaze met hers and she realized he washolding back.

“What are you waitingfor?”

He positioned himself andthrust home. He moved slow and easy, pushing halfway in then pullingpartway out. With each stroke, her sex quivered and tightened aroundhim.

“Look at us,” hegrowled, his gaze locked on where they were joined. “Watch metake what’s mine.”

Celeste did as commanded,watching him pump in and out of her dark curls. For long, longmoments the only thing that could be heard was their heavy breathing. As his thrusts became deeper, she met him thrust for thrust, herhands locked around his neck, exerting enough pressure to keep himclose.

With what seemed like no endin sight, he drove into her. Deeper and deeper, he stroked,increasing his tempo, thrusts more and more demanding.

“So perfect,” hegrowled, rotating his hips and grinding against her. Celeste’seyelids fluttered closed. She was so close, she could taste it, feelit in her bones like pressure in a corked bottle of champagne.

She held on, fought forcontrol, wanting to prolong this moment. She wanted to ride the crestwith him. But when he pumped his hips, entering her with shortrepeated thrusts, her restraint slipped.

“Shane,” shecried out, the first spasm rocking her.

“Letgo.” He placed two fingers on her clit, working her until hervision clouded and broke apart.

CHAPTERTWENTY FOUR

“I have to go.” Celeste whispered close to his ear.

Blinking away sleep, Shanerolled over. Not ready to let her go, he wrapped his arm around herhip, keeping her there.

“I won’t keepyou,” he said when she tensed. “Just promise me you’llcome back.” Shane sat up and trailed kisses down her neck,sweetening the request.

“I promise,” shepanted in short order. He hadn’t realized he’d held hisbreath while awaiting her answer until he exhaled. Relieved, hebrought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips. He couldn’tget enough of touching her.

“I’ll make ourfavorite for lunch.”

Confused, she frowned. “Ourfavorite?”

“Peanut butter andjelly sandwiches with milk.”

She leaned into him and heclosed his eyes. Her scent intoxicated him.

“Sounds good, butyou’re going to have to make it dinner.”

Shane felt the bitter edgeof disappointment. “You’re going to make me wait allday?”

“Nohelp for it. I have morning rehearsals then I’m signing thedeed over to my father’s place this afternoon.”

Shane stiffened. “You’regiving the place up? Your father worked years building that placefrom the ground up.”

“The store was myfather’s dream, not mine.” Were those tears her in eyes? In an effort to soothe her, he kissed her shoulder. He was sure shehad not come to her decision lightly. “There’s someonewho really wants it, practically hounding my lawyer every day sincethe funeral.”

“Who’s thebuyer?” he asked, even though he had a tingling suspicion.

Shesighed into him and he welcomed her, enveloping her in his arms. Ifshe stayed, he would keep her in this bed until she could barelywalk.

“Idon’t know. Why?”

“Justwondering,” he shrugged, trying to act indifferent. He didn’twant to alert her suspicions.

“I’llsee you later then” she said to his relief. His secret wouldremain intact.

***

After rehearsals, Celestetook the A train back to Brooklyn to meet with her father’ssolicitor.

“I believe Mr. Percyis expecting me,” Celeste said upon entering Mr. Percy’soffices.

Mr. Percy’sreceptionist smiled warmly. “Go on in.”

Her father’s solicitorsat on the other side of his desk. One of two chairs was alreadyoccupied. To Celeste’s surprise, it was a white man.

Mr. Percy and the man whoshe assumed was the buyer stood.

“You look lovely asalways.”

“Thank you, Mr.Percy,” Celeste said, shaking his hand.

Feeling the buyer’seyes on her, Celeste turned.

“Abraham Gould.”He stepped forward, offering his hand as well. Pale and of averageheight, Gould albeit nicely dressed was rather unremarkable. However, Celeste couldn’t shake the fact she’d seen himsomewhere before.

“Now that we’reall here, let’s begin,” Mr. Percy said, rubbing his palmstogether.

When all parties wereproperly seated, Percy handed Celeste a legal missive. “Hereis the contract. Read over it. If you agree to the terms, then I’llhave you both sign. Do you have the keys?”

Nodding, Celeste took thelegal document, and then settled back to read. She took longer thanwarranted. She couldn’t concentrate on the task at hand withShane’s objections running though her head.

Celesteturned to Gould. “Why do you want my father’s place?”Her gaze raked over him, taking in his fine suit and gold insigniaring. “You don’t seem like the type to keep shop.”

Gould smiled a slightquirking of the lips. “Looks can be deceiving.”

Undeterred,Celeste pressed. “You do know the store enjoys a mixedclientele.”

“Well aware.”Gould glanced down at his fingernails, seemingly detached from theirconversation.

“Myfather was a religious man. He would turn over in his grave if heknew his life’s dream was dismantled and fell into something ofill-repute.”

There she said it. Put itout there like a pink elephant in the room.

Gould gaze lifted. “Don’tworry your pretty little head.”