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Authors: Marilyn Brant

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She threw her head back and laughed. “Well, yeah.”

***

Shannon awoke sometime after two a.m., her body curled up against Bram’s slumbering form in the Astaire Suite.

It wasn’t as though she didn’t remember what had happened, only that the memories seemed yellowish and blurry, like the sepia snapshots her grandfather had kept in an old family photo album.

She recalled Bram’s early arrival, how excited she’d been to see him and how surprisingly unafraid.

How she’d been drinking those big Long Island Iced Teas on an empty stomach—stupid, she knew—but how they’d kept the panic at bay.

How Bram and Jake had glared at each other downstairs, but then Jake left and Bram took her to the suite for ham and cheese sandwiches, fruit salad and pretzels. Hmm, and something else… What was it?

Oh, yes, the pudding. Chocolate pudding. And he kissed her and fed the dessert to her with a little teaspoon, as if she were a child. Then he made her drink some water, and he tucked her in bed.

She watched him now, watched his chest rise and fall and rise again, and she reached out to put her arm around him and snuggle closer. He was so firm and his body heat radiated onto her despite the room’s cool air.

“So, did you sleep off the effects of your assistant’s poison?” he whispered, his voice raspy and tired.

“The drinks? Yep. But I think I’m getting a little tipsy again just from being around you.”

 
He laughed. “Oh, you’re a sweet talker, Ms. Quinn, but I need to make sure you’re really sober.” He heaved himself onto his knees and lifted her to a sitting position. “Feeling dizzy? A little unsteady?”

“Nope.” She hugged herself and realized she was wearing her short-sleeved work shirt but no slacks. He’d undressed her down to her pink panties, but he hadn’t done more than kiss her tonight. So far. The man had real self-control…and her deep appreciation.

“Can you stand up? Walk around?”

She slipped out of the bed and moved in a circuit around the nearby coffee table and two chairs. “Seems so. When does the ‘wild and raunchy sex until I shriek’ part start?”

His grin shown bright even in the darkness. “Oh, so you remember that, do you?”

“My memory is excellent,” she informed him, pulling off her shirt until she was clad in only her bra and panties. “And a promise from you is
especially
memorable.”

He looked deep into her eyes, his expression as intense as she’d ever seen it. Not a hint of tiredness remained. “You’re sure you’re okay, Shannon?”

She marched over where he sat at the edge of the bed, nestled herself between his legs and waited until his arms encircled her waist before nodding. “I am. But Bram? I could be better.”

He groaned and buried his face against her far-from-firm tummy muscles. He didn’t seem to care about her not having abs of steel, though. With one swift and obviously well-practice movement, he unclasped her pink bra and whipped it across the room. He dragged down the matching panties and tossed them in a different direction before finally letting her tug off his t-shirt and boxers.

When they stood face-to-face again, both of them were naked. And though, in her mind’s eye, she’d imagined this scene a few thousand times, the reality proved far superior.

He pushed her onto the bed, his mouth devouring hers with commanding kisses, his legs trapping hers to the mattress.

“That time when I was in Brussels,” he said, pulling back a few inches, “I groaned so loudly imagining us like this—in this exact position—that the businessman staying in the room next door glared at me in the hall in the morning.”

He laughed at the memory and, for a second, she laughed with him. He moved his kisses to her neck.

“I think Jake may have overheard my side of the conversation, too,” she whispered. “He was in the hallway when I left the suite.”

Bram pulled back again, further this time. The corners of his lips jerked downward and he stopped laughing. “What was he doing? Lurking? Loitering? Stalking you? Why was he out there?”

“Don’t be silly, it was nothing like that. He just had some inventory work to do.” She rubbed his shoulders. “Look, Bram, I realize you two aren’t particularly fond of each other, but Jake’s a reliable staff member, and we’ve been good friends for two years.”

“Just friends?” he asked, still frowning.

“Yes. Definitely just friends.”

And that was completely true, not that she’d tell Bram about some of the silly conversations she’d had with her assistant or the times Jake would proposition her in jest. At least, until tonight, she’d
thought
it was in jest. But, surely, alerting Bram to her suspicions wouldn’t help relations between the two men. And, anyway, it was irrelevant.

She decided a change of subject would be the best idea under the circumstances.

“I’m not shrieking yet,” she informed him. “And these kisses, they’re nice and all, but there’s nothing raunchy about them.” She feigned a bored yawn. “Maybe I should just go back to sleep.”

Bram’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“Why, you little—” His exhalations turned into chuckles, and he shot back from her like a lightning bolt. A moment later, she found herself in a rather inelegant position over his knees, bottoms up.

“Um—” she began.

“You have a naughty streak,” he said. “You look all nice, sweet and professional on the outside and, okay, sexy as hell, but on the inside—” He smacked her bottom once, which almost made her laugh and ruin his game. “You’re a bad girl.” He smacked her two more times, the last one stinging a bit. “Clearly, spanking is too good for you.” He paused to kiss her shoulders and rub her bottom. “But I’m going to do it anyway.”

Another few light smacks followed. She figured she ought to at least attempt to get away, so she kicked her legs a bit and put up the pretense of a struggle until Bram laughed aloud.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked.

She wriggled a little more for effect. “I have a well-hidden naughty streak?”

“Damn right you do,” he said, but she could hear the smile in his voice.

He smacked her bottom twice more, both times surprisingly hard, before dumping her back on the bed and lording over her with a look of triumph.

She grinned at him. “You’re funny, Bram
Hartwick
.”

“I’m
funny?

He put his fists on his hips, his erection jutting out to greet her, which made her stop grinning. She wanted to touch him, make him take her. Right that very second. “You’re, you’re—” He shook his head. “Hell, I can’t even begin to describe you. When did that prim little Irish lady I met on Valentine’s Day turn into such a firecracker? Are you ever this brash out of bed, too?”

She considered his last question, even though she doubted he expected an answer. “No,” she admitted as her hand reached up to grasp his firm cock and massage it with her palm. “I’m not.”

He sank down to the mattress and conveniently positioned himself between her legs. “Then I guess I’m lucky I get to see both sides of you,” he said softly.

Their eyes met and, for a full ten seconds, neither spoke. Shannon felt her whole body blazing with desire for this powerful, yet indisputably affectionate man.

“Got any plastic eggs on hand?” she asked, knowing he’d have no trouble deciphering her meaning.

He raised a dark
brow
and pulled a purple plastic egg out of the bedside drawer. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

Her jaw dropped. “You still have the purple egg? I hadn’t expected you to take me so literally.”

“Glad to know I have a surprise or two up my sleeve for
you
, sweetheart.” He broke open the egg and pulled out a condom. “I’ll admit to liking the Easter egg carrying case better than the boring old box these originally came in.” He sheathed himself and tossed the egg back in the drawer. “Now, let’s see about getting to that shrieking part.”

By now, Shannon knew Bram
Hartwick
was nothing if not a man who kept his word. His kisses ignited a flame of passion so combustible that she was convinced her limbs would burn up before he could plunge inside of her.

She didn’t, but it was a close call.

After weeks of only pretending that he’d thrust deep into her, the reality was a delicious shock to her system.

“Oh, God, Bram.”

He pumped hard, deep, wild. His hands gripped the backs of her thighs so tight, it felt as though all of her were being compressed by him. Into him. Parts of him seemed to touch her everywhere.

Finally, when all of her felt wet and slick to the touch, he angled his hips just a bit differently, pushing against a new boundary, thrusting into uncharted territory.

And, yes, it was as if every barrier then came tumbling down around them, and they shrieked.

Loudly.

Together.

***

Shannon wobbled down the stairs, fifteen minutes later than usual, but still earlier than most of the staff. Not, however, earlier than Jake.

“Morning,” he said, looking up from a stack of invoices he appeared to be organizing.

“Good morning.” She smiled at him but knew she’d better sit down before her legs gave out on her. Four times with Bram before dawn…it was a wonder she could walk at all. She slipped into her office and sunk into her chair.

Jake appeared at the door not twenty seconds later.

He cleared his throat. “Hey, um, I’ve been thinking.” He coughed into his fist. “Last night with the drinks—I, uh, guess I got excited that you liked it, so I figured if one glass was good, two would be better.” He laughed a little. “I’m sorry, though. I’d forgotten you hadn’t eaten much. I wasn’t trying to actually get you drunk or anything.” He sighed. “I really didn’t think the liquor would seep into your system so quickly.”

She heard him out and nodded. Maybe he was telling the truth, maybe not. Either way, it didn’t matter.

“That’s okay, Jake. You didn’t force it down my throat. I really liked it.” She grinned at him. “You make one wicked Long Island Iced Tea, though. Sometime, when I’m prepared, I’d love another. Though, just
one
.”

He smiled, but it was soft, not one of his
smirky
expressions. “Just say the word, babe, and I’ll make you whatever you want.” He shot a nervous glance behind him. “Are things okay with that
Hartwick
guy? He still sleeping?”

Shannon felt the heat rush to her face and put her palms up to cool her cheeks. “Well, um, he, uh—”

“No, never mind!” Jake said, stepping back two paces. “Forget I asked. I think I know the answer.” He chuckled and took another few steps backward. “Good for you. I don’t need to know the details. Talk to you later, Shannon…” He was out the door completely, but his voice floated back to her. “About
business
things. Only business things.”

Shannon laughed and could, thankfully, finish blushing in the privacy of her office.

Work claimed her time for much of the day, though she did manage to steal away for a quick meal with Bram before the Friday night crowd began their mass arrivals.

Friday late night, however, proved to be a charming repeat of the previous one. Although, admittedly, they had to be a little quieter in their vocalizations, being that the inn was actually occupied by guests this time.

But Saturday brought more work, of course, and a slew of activities that Shannon was responsible for overseeing.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Bram complained on Saturday afternoon when, for a half hour, they’d miraculously arranged some alone time in the Astaire Suite. “Coming here for these holidays is fabulous, and I love this place, but I’m barely getting a chance to see you.”

“I’m working, Bram. This is my job.”

“I know. And I understand that, but maybe we need to meet sometime, someplace when and where you’re
not
working.”

The blood cells and nerve endings inside of her leaped up and danced at this idea. “I’m game, but getting you away from
your
business, even for national holidays, is like pulling a baby tiger away from its tribe.” She pointed at his cell phone. “I know I haven’t seen you much since the guests showed up, but why hasn’t that thing been ringing off the hook or vibrating uncontrollably or something?”

He grimaced at her. “Because I turned it off.”

She blinked. “Seriously? For the whole weekend?”

He sighed. “No. But during times when we’re together…yes. And before you start thinking I’ve become some slacker CEO, I’ll have you know that I spent nearly two hours this morning dealing with Zurich, Milan and Tokyo.”

She laughed. “I’ve never thought of you as anything but dedicated to your company, Bram. And those bath oils are amazing.” She studied his mouth and strong lips for a moment. “Hey, will you say something to me in Italian? I know you speak it fluently.”

He pulled her into his arms. “What do you want to hear, sweetheart?”

She shrugged. “Anything. I don’t care. Surprise me.”

His forehead creased as he thought. Then, finally, he said,

Tu
odore
di
cannella
.”

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