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appeared as cutthroat as any. “Uh-huh.” Harry smiled. He had been doing that a lot in the last couple of days and it felt strange yet good.
    “Lucky, they were only samples and not to wear.” Ashbea shook her head in wonder. “How do I tell bimbo brain about this without needing six aspirins afterward to counteract the high-pitched Mitzi whine?”
    “Let’s glue the heels back on.” The words were out of his mouth before Harry had time to think.
    Ashbea was surprised. “Together?”
    “Yeah.” It surprised him as well. His initial plan had been to avoid this woman like the plague but there was something about Ashbea . She intrigued him. Sexually she was amazing. Ashbea thrilled him in a way no other woman had. It was more than just bodies slamming together looking for release. Harry wanted to please Ashbea . There was also this need he had to help and protect her. That was not something he had ever felt even with Caitlyn, or if he did it was not as insistent. It was almost like a primal urge to be near her and damn the consequences. “It could be fun.”
    “I don’t think you’ve had fun in a long time, Harry.”
    She was right. He had wallowed in his own guilt far too long to consider getting anything else out of life. Less and less he was viewing her with the same suspicion he gave to other females. Harry wanted to know more about what went on in Ashbea’s head. Besides, gluing on dumb heels would give him more time to decide what he felt about this woman. “What do you have to lose, bumblebee?”
     
    Basically, it was her shirt followed by her bra then her panties. One minute Harry was being all helpful collecting broken heels into a pile and the next he was coming at her with a look that made her panties wet.
    “Harry.” Ashbea should have been backing away and concentrating on the job at hand but heels could not compete with the promise of a nice, hard cock. She wanted to feel him once more all hot and tight and pounding away inside her. Just the thought of it made her tremble. No one made love to her like Harry. Made love? I mean sex. Love indicated commitment. They had none unless it was to a mutual orgasm.
    “Yeah?” Harry’s hands were on her breasts, teasing her nipples.
    “We can’t keep doing this.” Well, they could but where was that going to get them? He hated her and she had to go home to Brisbane. “It’s wrong.” She caught at his hands.
    “Yes it is.”
    “This will get us nowhere.”
    “True.”
    At least Harry was honest. He wasn’t promising forever. This was a momentary thing and Ashbea planned to take advantage of whatever was on offer. There was something about Harry that made her want to throw caution to the wind and just be as she wanted with him. “Take your clothes off, Harry.” Ashbea wanted to see him naked and whatever time she had, Ashbea wanted to use it. To hell with the consequences.
    “That will make it right?”
    “Maybe not but I need your skin against mine.” Harry hesitated. “Oh come on you’ve seen my boobs.”
    “I don’t have boobs.”
    “You have other stuff. I want to see it all.” Ashbea knew why he was still. The scars on his body. Had anyone seen them in daylight? Was she the only one to have caught a glimpse? “Please.” It was suddenly terribly important to her for him to at least open up this part of his life to her.
    “Bumblebee—”
    “I’m not like other women.” Whatever he thought she may think was wrong. Ashbea didn’t believe in judging on looks. He was a hard man to figure out and she wanted to know more. She had a feeling his scars were the answer to his attitude.
    Harry shook his head in defeat. “You’re an original, that’s for sure.” He dropped his hands in surrender.
    That in itself meant more to Ashbea than he would ever know. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed the edges open. There were more scars than she thought. In the hazy heat of passion she had only seen the ones on his ribs but not those on