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Joined.

He was all around her, his scent thicker, richer than before. His nails—claws—had dug deep into the desktop. His teeth pierced the skin of her shoulder.

Not pain.

Just pleasure.

Not like Paul. Oh, no, never like that.

The climax caught her hard, spiraling through her body and stealing her breath as her sex spasmed. His cock seemed to swell even more inside of her, and he thrust aggressively into her. The wild rhythm of their lovemaking continued, even as the climax rose, crested, his cock continued to tunnel deep into her. So hard. So good.

Her hands lifted and caught the width of his forearms. Her breath panted out, her upper body almost completely splayed over the desk, dangerously close to the computer monitor.

And still he took her. In strong plunges, in demanding thrusts. Again and again.

When the second climax hit Miranda, their release erupted at the same moment. A hard ball of pleasure blasted through her, and Cain shuddered behind her, driving into her core one final time, then stilling against her.

A heartbeat was pounding, racing far too fast. Hers? His?

Miranda didn’t know, and at that moment, she didn’t really care. Her head dropped onto the desk, and her hands fell.

He wrapped his arms around her. Kept his cock buried inside of her and nuzzled her neck.

And then Cain let out what could really only be called a purr. A very, very masculine purr of satisfaction. A sound she felt like echoing, and would have, if she hadn’t been struggling to catch her breath. Umm. She rather liked doing things his way. But next time, she wanted to be in charge.

Her way.

Her head turned to the side, and she stared at his claws. Slowly, the claws shifted away, until only a man’s hand, with close-cropped nails, remained.

Amazing.

“I should have gotten you naked.” His voice was husky, and the words were murmured close to her ear.

Naked. Now that would have been a good plan.

“I’ve been dreaming about those sweet breasts of yours, and I didn’t even get a taste those gorgeous nipples.”

A feeling of heady power swept through her. “Maybe next time.” Oh, but she did love the feel of that skilled tongue on her. Teasing her nipple. Licking her.

“Or maybe right now.” He slid out of her, and her sex tightened in an automatic reflex to keep him inside.

Too late.

He eased off her, and, taking a deep breath, Miranda pushed up and turned to face him. His lips were parted, and she could just see the edge of his strong, white teeth.

She smiled at him. “You wanting to go again, Lawson?” Talk about a dream man.

The back of his hand caressed her cheek. “Did you know…” Cain spoke softly, but with a trace of need that was undeniable, “that in the wild, jaguars can mate over one hundred times a day?”

All of the moisture in her mouth dried up. “Oh…” Impossible, for a man, surely, and there was no way he could actually do that.

He kissed her. Quick, but almost tender. “The need’s not gone yet, baby. One fast time in an office isn’t gonna cut it for me.” A pause. “It’ll take a hell of a lot more to satisfy the hunger I’ve got for you.” His lips hovered over hers. “I want a big bed, I want you, and I want all night, for starters.”

Sounded like a great plan to her.

“And once we get this asshole vampire off our backs, that’s just what I’m gonna get.”

Ah, there was the problem. The vampire.