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proper care.”
    She grinned.  “I’d better get back
to work.  The Tiffany lamps alone are going to take all
night.”  Her hands began to tremble as she took a deep
breath.  “Thank you for everything, Ben.”
    He shook his head as if
she’d said something amusing.  In the next moment she was in
his arms and headed toward the bed.  “If you want to thank me,
you’ll ignore the Tiffany lamps and come to bed with me. 
To sleep , that
is.  I think we’ve had enough sex to last us at least seven or
eight hours.”
    “ Maybe.”  Fiona clung
to his shoulders and kissed his neck.  “You don’t have to ask
me to stay.  It won’t hurt my feelings if you need me to
leave,” she lied.
    “ And you don’t have to
stay,” he countered.  “But it might hurt my feelings a little if you wanted to
go.”
    “ I don’t want to go.” 
She felt almost shy, which was ridiculous, considering the way
they’d spent the evening.  But she still had to fight the urge
to hide her face again when he dropped to his bed with her on top
of him.  “This is going to sound crazy, but I feel…
naked.”  She trailed the tip of one finger over his jaw. 
“You don’t know my last name, but you’ve seen me.  Who I am.”
    He was silent for several
seconds, his dark eyes fixed on hers.  Then he smiled. 
“So look at me.  See me.  For who I am.”
    She hesitated for a moment,
then slid her hand to rest on his chest and closed her eyes. 
His skin warmed under her hand, and she felt his wariness,
his weariness .  He was strong, and his protectiveness wrapped
around her, gentle and calming.  Under it all was what he’d
seen of her, what he felt.  Curiosity, fascination, and
fondness.  Desire.
    She leaned down and caught his mouth with
hers, pouring her own emotions into the kiss.  He responded
with a low moan as he threaded his fingers into her hair and
cradled the back of her head.  He kissed her with breathtaking
skill, a lazy exploration of her mouth that finally gave way to
something hotter, more demanding.
    He kissed her until she was lightheaded,
then tugged gently at her hair and smiled up at her when she pulled
back.  “You need rest, sweetheart.  Sleep here. 
Stay here.”
    With the magical connection between them
still fading, Fiona knew he was talking about more than a
night.  Still, her hesitation vanished, and she rested her
head on his shoulder with a soft, sure smile.  She wouldn’t
leave, not now.  Maybe not ever.
    “ Yes.”

Wondering what other
drinks are on the menu? Check out this excerpt from
    Last Call #3: Tequila
Sunrise
     
    Kieran scanned the floor at Last Call and
wondered, not for the first time, which of the men in the crowd
would be the one to fuck his girlfriend.
    Next to him, Eve argued with the bartender,
her voice husky and nervous. “I’m not discounting tradition. I just
wonder about the symbolism.”
    “ You’d have to ask the
owner, ma’am. But it’s a drink with layers. A top and a
bottom.”
    Eve’s cheeks heated, and Kieran heard the
way her heart raced even over the loud music and the noise from the
dance floor. “Oh.”
    “ Do you want to order
one?”
    The flashing lights hurt his eyes, and the
music was loud enough to rattle even normal eardrums. His
supersensitive ones were starting to question the wisdom of coming
to the club.
    Still, it had taken him the better part of
six months to convince Eve to come with him, and he wasn’t going to
leave without getting what he’d come for. So he turned and glanced
at the menu in Eve’s trembling hand. “The Sunrise means you’re
looking for a top, right?” At the bartender’s nod, Kieran pulled
out his wallet. “What’s your name?”
    It must have been an odd request, because
the man fidgeted a little. “Bernie.”
    “ Well, Bernie.” He pulled
out his gold card and held it out between two fingers, trying to
ignore the way Eve held herself rigidly at his side. “We’ll need
two.”
    The