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First, Last, Always
Catherine
looked over at her love. He always looked serene and contented in
sleep.
A moment
later, he awakened and looked at her.
“What?”
he asked, somewhat hoarsely, feeling her love, and unable to prevent
his physical reaction – not that he wanted to.
“Vincent,
if you knew this was your last day on this earth, what would you do?”
Vincent
gazed at her and his mouth twitched.
“Can
you have any doubt?”
Catherine
smiled.
“No,
not when I can see the evidence before my eyes. Shall we pretend?”
So they
did, although pretense was unnecessary.
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Consequences
Catherine
swore she could feel Vincent's heated gaze over her naked body.
Although hers was not quite so demonstrative as his, her physical
reaction was obvious.
“Vincent,”
she whispered, “you shouldn't do that.”
“Why
not, my love? You like it and I certainly enjoy doing it.”
Catherine
sighed. He knew she couldn't hide her anticipation from him.
Well,
she could do something, if she was careful. Abruptly, she pounced,
forcing a grunt from him.
“Because
I won't be responsible for my actions,” she said, shifting
suggestively atop him.
“Good,”
Vincent replied, holding her to him tightly.
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Take
All of Me…
Catherine
stepped onto the rocks beside the pool. She stretched her arms above
her head.
Standing
with her, Vincent watched the shadows dance a silent symphony across
her nude body, highlighting rounded breasts rising above the flat plane
of her abdomen, where their four children had been cradled.
Catherine’s
eyes turned to his, before moving across his chest and flanks. As naked
as she, his body responded as she knew it would. The intense passion
between them flared anew.
She
smiled sensually. “You know, it’s been years since we’ve made love in
the water.”
Together
they leapt into the pool.
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The
Kiss
“I
wish we could stay like this all day.” Catherine stretched, pushing one
leg between Vincent’s naked thighs.
“I’m
afraid Mouse is going to burst in at any moment demanding to know
what’s keeping us.” Vincent laughed. “He wants your advice about what
to give Jamie for a Valentine’s gift.”
“Chocolates
are always good.”
“Like
this?” Vincent pushed one hand beneath his pillow, bringing out a
beribboned box.
“Exactly
like this.” Catherine smiled, opening the gift to reveal hand-made
confections. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”
“Not
lately…” Vincent leaned closer to kiss her chocolate-covered lips…
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