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it, but he could remember tasting it on her tongue, mingling with the rich alcohol.

      So no, he didn’t remember what happened. Not totally. Only enough to wake up this morning with a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.

      He was suffering. She might as well suffer, too.

      She was just so damn prickly all the time, and those prickles never failed to embed themselves beneath his skin. The one exception was the night of the wedding that wasn’t.