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my thumb. “Don’t worry about it, go to sleep.”
    He sighed. “My head has been full of so much lately.”
    “The grant?” I asked.
    He was silent for a second. “Yeah, the grant.”
    I sensed there was more. “What else?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Quinn?” I propped up on my elbow and looked down at his profile settled into the soft white pillow. “What else is bothering you?”
    “Nothing,” he said again. He kept his head still and his eyes shut.
    “Quinn?”
    “Well, I guess I’m just thinking about the trials now. They have to go well if I want to get the next lot of funding approved.”
    I rested back down and wriggled closer to his body, sought out his commitment ring with my fingertips and smoothed over it. “They will,” I said. “I’m sure they will.”
    “And it always feels strange when the girls go back after the summer.” I held him a little tighter. I could empathize with that emotion very well. “I know what you mean,” I said, resting my eyes shut. The owl hooted again and I knew it would be a while before sleep claimed me.
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Chapter Three
    I must have slept late, because when I pried open my eyes the bedroom was bright with daylight. I smoothed my hand over Liam’s chest and looked up at his sleeping face. His jaw was relaxed, his lips parted. His long, dark-blond lashes sat on his cheeks and his sun-kissed hair was tousled across his forehead. I stretched up and pressed my mouth to his lightly stubbled jawline.
    He didn’t stir. His breathing just continued slow and steady. I had no idea what time he’d come to bed or what time Quinn had gotten up. A deep, dreamless sleep had consumed me—eventually.
    I carefully untangled my legs from Liam’s and slid to the edge of the bed.
    Remembering the shadows under his eyes last night, I wanted him to sleep as long as possible. He had nothing to race up for since he was working with a Taiwanese company at the moment, so was in a delayed time zone.
    I padded across the cool wooden floor into the en suite and quietly shut the door.
    The morning air in the farmhouse always held a chill this time of year.
    Turning on the faucet to full heat, I reached for Liam’s shaving gel and a new razor.
    He’d said yesterday he wanted me all smooth and soft. I would shave off my pubic hair and later, when he was awake, surprise him. He’d like that. He’d always had a thing for my pussy when it was perfectly silky and smooth. From the first time he’d ever shaved me it had been one of his sexy little favorites.
    Stepping into the large glass shower cubicle, I stood just out of the stream of deliciously hot water. Then I filled my fingertips with foam and liberally spread it around my female hair. Quickly soaking the razor, I set about removing my short black curls. After taking off the ones that made up the neat triangle above my pussy lips, I spread my legs wider, bent my back like a contortionist and carefully removed the 33
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    thinner, paler ones lining the way to my entrance. When the job was done, I rinsed off and set the razor on the shelf.
    Filling my palms with strawberry shower gel, I began to rub suds over my breasts, which were bigger now than when I’d first met Liam and Quinn. After having the girls they’d stayed a whole cup size larger. My nipples were darker too. Instead of pale pink they were a deep russet color. They were so much more sensitive too, so much more responsive. I twirled the shower gel around them, watching them turn to stiff peaks.
    Spreading the fragrant gel into the dip of my waist and over the curve of my hips, I sent my hand down to my pussy, assessing the job I’d done. My plump lips were smooth and soft, the skin sensitive and bare. I smiled. Liam would approve.
    After dressing in jeans and a fleecy top, I headed downstairs and flicked on the coffee machine. I swallowed my birth control pill with an inch of water and let the dogs into the yard.
    They galloped out, barking and tussling