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Late One night

She went to bed after him. A million things on her mind, she found she couldn’t focus on the bodice ripper she had picked up at the supermarket. An exhausted sleep finally overtook her.





Surprised to be waking as she felt she had never been asleep, a warm touch caressed her shoulder. The caress stopped when she shifted a little and then continued down her spine sensuously. When it reached her buttocks, two hands began kneading. She stifled a groan.





“What the f%$&?” she murmured.





“No, that is what I want to do to you,” he said at his most persuasive.





“I was sleeping dammit,”





“I thought you wanted me to be more spontaneous? You know, like those books you read.”





“Not in the middle of the night!”





Fuming, she turned away stealing the covers. He laid there confused at what just happened. But both of them were thinking the same thing: romance novels lie.








Lani