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tornado dropped in there and I will get the clothes scattered in the room.”
    “Cheeky,” she mumbled, but headed to the bathroom while I grabbed her bag and began filling it with the discarded choices from the night.
    She came back with a carryon sized piece of luggage. I took it from her , along with the bigger piece of luggage and we headed for my suite with the big bed that I planned to have her naked and sprawled out on as soon as I got the door shut and locked.

Chapter Nine: Avery
Water, Steam And Conversations About Sex
     
    I stretched my body and found I ached in all the right places. The sun peeked through the drapes as I gently lifted Jace’s arm from my waist. I crawled out from underneath it and laid his arm back down. I studied his face. He was innocent looking as his breaths came steady and deep. He looked nothing like the wickedly delicious man who had held my gaze as he thrust into me throughout the night. He was still delicious, just not wicked.
    He had a shadow of dark stubble on his jaw line and chin, in the same chocolate color as the thick hair I had run my fingers through as he took my body. His chest was solid muscle and currently uncovered by the sheet. A wicked shiver ran down my spine as I recalled trailing my tongue along the deep indent that ran from his chest to his stomach.
    I turned and walked into the bathroom. If I looked at him any longer I would crawl right back into bed, with a raised middle finger to the day.
    I wasn’t even in the shower long enough to get my hair wet before Jace joined me.
    “Why are you out of bed?” He asked as he lathered up a wash cloth and began dragging it over my heated body.
    “The convention starts today. I have a reading .”
    His hands stalled, the gentle caress of him soaping up my body gone. “You’re doing a reading?” He smiled down at me. “Which book?”
    “You know , it’s a little strange that you read romances.”
    He chuckled , and started moving the wash cloth down my stomach, which clenched in response.
    “You’re changing the subject . Plus, being in my business, I know sex sells and all you authors call it romance whereas I see it for what it is.”
    “And what’s that?” It came out on a breathless whisper.
    His hand slipped between my thighs to cup my mound as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “ It’s hot sex and fantasies that you don’t have to feel dirty about reading or writing because you call it a romance.”
    I laughed. Spoken like a man. “Call it what you want , but my novels are loaded with romance, you can’t tell me that Stone and Addy’s story isn’t a romance.”
    “Sure, and they ha ve lots of hot, dirty sex.”
    He spun me, let ting the water skate down my body taking the suds with it. He dropped the washcloth and opted for his hand as he continued to cup my mound. His fingers brushed feather soft over my trimmed curls.
    “So which book are your reading from?” he nibbled at my ear and slid a single finger deep inside of me.
    I let out a breathy moan.
    “ Book one.”
    He groaned as he guided another finger deep inside of me. “Which scene?”
    My arm reached back to hold his lips against my slick skin . “I am starting to lean towards the shower scene.”
     
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    Shit, shit, shit. I was freaking late.
    Irritated green eyes slammed into me as soon as I reached mine and Laura’s booth.
    “Seriously, Avery? Today of all days you decide that you no longer want to be the girl who is always ten minutes early for everything?”
    I smiled sheepishly at my best friend, sounding board , and inspiration. “I am so sorry,” I told her as I rounded the table and threw my arms around her.
    Laura and I had met in college . We were two peas in a pod as they say and were both aspiring writers. Our friendship was quick and fierce and now ten years in, we were sharing a booth at a Romance convention. Laura with her romantic suspense’s that drove her fans wild, and me with my fascination in the world