Valentine's Heart

Valentine’s Heart Cindy Spencer Pape

This is a sequel to Yuletide Enchantment and Like Bunnies.

Valentine Holiday loves being single. As the youngest member of the Holiday family, he’s in no hurry for the family magic to catch up with him and find him the love of his life. Right before Valentine’s Day, he begins getting emails from a dating site he never signed up for. He’s sure it’s just a hoax—until he meets Corazon Lopez. Cora doesn’t have time for romance. The busy social worker is sure her friend must have signed her up when emails start arriving about her “perfect match”. Then she meets Val Holiday in person and all bets are off. Between forced vacation time and a free trip to a tropical resort, the fates seem determined to throw them together—along with a private suite and plenty of sex toys. Val and Cora realize they’re in for the sexual frolic of their lives. They’re not so sure about falling in love, but the Holiday magic may have other ideas.

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Valentine’s Heart ISBN 9781419932984 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Valentine’s Heart Copyright © 2011 Cindy Spencer Pape Edited by Mary Moran Cover art by Syneca Electronic book publication February 2011 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

VALENTINE’S HEART Cindy Spencer Pape

Dedication For Glenn—my favorite Valentine.

Author’s Note I hope the reader can forgive me for taking a few liberties with the marriage license laws in the United States Virgin Islands for the sake of fiction.

Trademarks Acknowledgement The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Duke University: Duke University NASA: United States National Aeronautics and Space Administration The Princess Bride: Act III Communications & Buttercup Films Ltd.

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Chapter One “No way in hell am I signing up for an internet dating service.” Famous last words. Val Holiday looked at the email on his oversized, flat-screen monitor and sighed. Which one of his siblings had set him up?

From: Compu-Cupid To: Valentine Holiday Welcome to Compu-Cupid, home of the perfect match. Eros’ arrows always aim true. Based on your profile, Eros himself has selected your ideal mate. Expect her to get in touch within the next twenty-four hours. Thank you for choosing Compu-Cupid.

He deleted the email with a growl. It had to be Noel or Star. Ever since his oldest brother and youngest sister had each gotten married last year, they’d been determined to fix up their remaining three siblings. The only problem was Val didn’t want to be fixed up. He liked being twenty-eight—well, almost twenty-nine—healthy, relatively wealthy and single. The only way to stop this was to unsubscribe. He hit undelete to retrieve the message and followed the link to the company’s website where he ought to be able to remove his profile. Really, they had to let people quit, right? When Val reached his profile, there was a big red notice stamped across the top. Match determined. Nothing he tried would let him get into the profile to actually delete it. None of his siblings’ usual passwords—and as the IT director of the family company where they all worked, Val knew them all—did the trick. It was two a.m., too late to call

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for information. Huh. He ran through a couple more passwords—his sister-in-law’s, even his mom’s and his dad’s. It was no secret his parents wanted more grandchildren, though with Noel’s wife Shelby due to pop in a month or two, they ought to be focusing on her or Star and Theo at the very least. Not on Val. While he liked the idea of being the cool uncle, he was in no hurry at all to be a parent himself. Nope. The parental passwords didn’t work either. Damn it, what good was being a natural-born hacker if he couldn’t get himself off some crappy-assed dating site?

***** In her cramped excuse for an office, Corazon Lopez stared sleepily at her computer monitor, sipping at her third cup of coffee. How had this dating site crap not gone into her spam filter? Then again, what Cora knew about computers was pretty much how to turn them on, check her email and write reports. On the other hand, her roommate Marla had been trying to fix her up lately. Maybe this was Marla’s idea of a pre-Valentine’s practical joke. Cora sighed. Good lord, was she going to have to go through this kind of crap for the next week until the fourteenth? She definitely needed more coffee.

From: Compu-Cupid To: Corazon Lopez Welcome to Compu-Cupid, home of the perfect match. Eros’ arrows always aim true. Based on your profile, Eros himself has selected your ideal mate. Expect him to get in touch within the next twenty-four hours. Thank you for choosing Compu-Cupid.

Funny, she’d never heard of Compu-Cupid, not even on late-night radio ads. Where the hell had Marla dug this one up?

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Well, right now, Cora didn’t have time to deal with it. She had a couple scheduled in five minutes to talk about what little help could be provided now that both of them were out of work. Feeding the kids was the easy part. Getting them breakfast and lunch at school was just a matter of filling out the right paperwork, and Cora could swing food stamps. But trying to help them keep a roof over their heads—that was going to take some work. Cora yawned and chugged the rest of her coffee. Last night, she’d been called in by the cops after a domestic violence incident, which meant she’d gotten about three hours of sleep. Sometimes she felt as if she were tilting at windmills 24/7. At just thirty-two, she felt more like eighty. And Marla thought she had time to date? Sheesh.

***** “I swear, bro, I had nothing to do with it.” Noel held up his hands and spun on his drafting stool away from his drawing table. “Hell, with Shelby tossing and turning all night, I’m barely conscious enough to draw—pranks are way too much work for me right now.” Noel was the art director for the Holiday Greeting Card Company, ultimately in charge of every image that went out on the cards. Some he drew, some were photos, others he had his team create, but yeah, Val knew his big brother’s job was as busy as his own, and dealing with a pregnant wife had to be a hassle, even if it was a good one in its own weird way. “Must have been Star then.” With a brotherly punch to the shoulder, Val left Noel’s office and headed next door to Star’s. The next youngest to Val, who was the baby of the family, Star was the head writer for the greeting card line, so she worked hand in hand with Noel on a daily basis. When Val asked her though, Star shrugged. “Why the hell would I do that? Sounds like Sam’s idea of a joke to me. Maybe something he and Theo came up with over beer

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the other night when Summer and I went shopping for Shelby’s baby shower.” Theo, Star’s veterinarian husband, had been roommates with Sam, the second-eldest Holiday, in college, and the two were still close. Sam, however, vehemently denied any knowledge of the incident. As the designer in charge of the company’s holiday décor division, he was another of the artistic talents in the family. “Dude, why would I do that to you? Right now, having three of us single is dispersing the heat. If you or Summer hook up, that just puts more pressure on me. No thanks.” That left Summer, who shook her head. “Please. You have to be kidding me. Why would I waste my time trying to fix up someone who doesn’t want to be fixed?” Summer, the middle child, was usually the last one to dream up a prank. A tactical genius and head of sales and marketing, she was generally the most logical and downto-earth of the bunch. Finally, Val gave up and went back to work. He’d just ignore it. It wasn’t until after he was home that night, after he’d eaten leftover pizza and watched a movie on a cable science fiction channel that he booted up his home system and started scrolling through his emails again. There it was. Damn it.

Forwarded by: Compu-Cupid To: Valentine Holiday Hi there. My name is Cora, and according to Compu-Cupid, we’re a perfect match. I’d love to meet you and talk, maybe over coffee. Let me know if that’s okay with you. (By the way, love the photo. The strategically placed hearts are very cute.)

How the hell was he supposed to answer that? His mother had reared him to be a gentleman, after all. It wasn’t the poor woman’s fault that he hadn’t really signed up for

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this. And what the hell did she mean about the photo? He’d never posed with strategically placed hearts in his life. Being stuck with the name Valentine was bad enough. He tried not to fuel the jokes any more than necessary. Slowly and carefully, he typed a response.

From: Valentine Holiday To: Cora: c/o Compu-Cupid Hi Cora, this is Val. (I know, it’s an odd name for a guy—blame my parents.) You sound great, but I have to tell you, I didn’t sign up for this. In fact, I’ve been trying to delete my account. Thanks for the offer of coffee though, and believe me, this is no reflection on you. I haven’t even seen your profile.

He hit send, feeling just a little like a louse, shut down his computer and went to bed.

***** Cora made it home earlier than usual—meaning before midnight—and flipped on her laptop while she ate her microwave “spa food” dinner, which, as far as she could figure, was foodie talk for tiny portions of trendy food. Still, if it helped take that extra twenty pounds off her hips and butt, she was all for it. Oh crud, there was another email from Compu-Cupid.

Forwarded by: Compu-Cupid To: Corazon Lopez Hello, Cora! My name is Val and apparently you’re my perfect match. I know, it’s an odd name for a guy. It’s a long story…maybe I can tell you over coffee? I see from your profile that you’re a social worker, so I know you’re probably busy, but hey, you’ve got to eat sometime,

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right? Also, the picture of you in that slinky, red dress is fantastic. I love a lady with curves. Please let me know if you’re interested in meeting up sometime. Have a good night. Val

Huh. How to go about this without coming across as a total bitch? The man sounded nice enough, and it wasn’t his fault she hadn’t signed up for this. He’d even said he liked her picture and loved curves. Guys like that were rare. Wait a minute, what picture? Cora didn’t even own a slinky, red dress. Hell, what had Marla done? Cora couldn’t ask her because Marla, a medical sales rep, was out of town on a business trip. The best she could do was shoot off a text. Now she had to reply to a guy named Val, which was probably his real name, because, after all, who would lie about something like that?

From: Cora Lopez To: Val: c/o Compu-Cupid Hi Val, thanks for your nice note. You sound great, but I’m sorry to say that I’m not in the market for romance right now. I didn’t even set this up—I think my friend did as a joke. Thanks for the offer of coffee, and please don’t take this personally. They never even sent me your profile. Sincerely, Cora

Okay, good enough. With that taken care of, Cora fed her cat Ringo and curled up in bed with the big tabby and a romance novel. That was about the closest she was going to get to her perfect match—a warm cat on her feet and a hot hero on a page.

***** “Oh hell.” First thing in the morning, Val had another email from Compu-Cupid. It wasn’t a response to the cease and desist letter he’d sent them last night either. Instead it was a profile for a woman named Corazon Lopez. Apparently she was thirty-two, a 11

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social worker here in Charleston, and had never been married. Nothing to complain about there, he had to admit. Three years either way was no big deal. Her picture showed a Latina beauty in jeans and a snug sweater, with long, night-black hair, dark brown eyes and a figure that made him drool into his keyboard. Fairly average on top, she had a slender waist that flared out to the most womanly hips and generous ass Val had ever seen. Oh hell. Yeah, he was repeating himself. But damn, Val had always been an ass man. Maybe he should give in and go have coffee with this woman, just so he could see if she looked as good in person as she did in her photo. Instead though, he saved the file but shot off another letter to the company. Then he went online to see what he could find out about Compu-Cupid. Nothing. As far as his research could find, the company didn’t exist. They didn’t pop up on any sort of search engine, and he couldn’t find corporation records on any government sites—even ones he had to hack to get into. Compu-Cupid came up as a big fat zero on every single search. He had to get into the office, so he was forced to set his curiosity aside for a bit. The weekend was coming up. He could spend all the time he wanted tracking the assholes down.

***** Cora groaned. Compu-Cupid had ignored her second “get me out of here” letter and sent her a file. Valentine Holiday—apparently that was the poor guy’s real name— was an IT director for a greeting card company. Given that the only one headquartered here in Charleston was the “Holiday” card company, it wasn’t a big stretch to figure out which one. He was twenty-eight, which was just enough younger than her to make her eyes roll. At thirty-two, that wouldn’t exactly make her a cougar, but still, why would a young, hot, bright guy want to go out with someone as boring as her?

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She looked again at the picture that had come with the file. He was wearing a tux— and not a cheap one. It was a cropped photo and he was flanked by two other shoulders in the same jackets, telling her it might have been a wedding. His profile showed he had two older brothers and two older sisters, so that wasn’t an unlikely conclusion. Damn, the man was gorgeous. Six foot four according to his profile, he was slim and sexy with dark brown hair showing just a hint of coppery highlights. He wore it a little long, and it waved back from his sleekly sculpted face, showing off a pair of stunning hazel eyes under thick brows and lush dark lashes. Clearly Compu-Cupid’s computer matching software had more than a few glitches in the programming. He was way out of her league. A knock sounded on the door and Cora’s assistant poked her head in, reminding her that she had a court appointment in fifteen minutes. Grabbing up the file and checking her hair, Cora hurried down the hall toward the family courtroom. Damn, custody hearings—especially messy ones—were a really crappy way to start the day. Maybe she could get through it just by imagining a date with the handsome-as-sin Mr. Holiday.

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Chapter Two Right before he left his office on Thursday, the note appeared in his in-box.

From: Cora Lopez To: Val: c/o Compu-Cupid Thanks for the invitation. I’d love to meet you for coffee after work today. How about Coco’s Coffee, at 5:30? I’ll be wearing a navy suit with a pink blouse. Sincerely, Cora

This was getting ridiculous. Maybe if he actually met her, he’d be able to explain that it was just a mistake. The coffee shop in question was just a few blocks from his office. Anyway, it was only coffee after all. What harm could come from having a quick snack with a pretty girl? Tomorrow he could get back to trying to wipe his file from that stupid dating site.

***** At 5:15, she spotted the email just as she was about to shut down her computer and go home. Oh no, this was so not happening.

From: Valentine Holiday To: Cora: c/o Compu-Cupid Coco’s at 5:30 sounds great. I’m wearing jeans with a blue shirt and a tweed jacket. Looking forward to seeing you. Val

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Now what? She felt as if she were in a cartoon with the little devil sitting on one shoulder and the angel on the other. The devil prodded her with his pitchfork. Coco’s was just around the corner. She could make it in plenty of time if she left right now. Hmm—that might work. Since the emails obviously were getting scrambled, she’d tell Val Holiday face-to-face that this was all a mistake. The angel pointed to the mountain of paperwork sitting on her desk. The devil shrugged. It would still be there tomorrow. For once in her life, Cora decided to listen to the dude with the pitchfork. She paused a moment to pull the band from her drooping ponytail and brush the long, wavy mass. A touch of tinted lip gloss was the best she could do for makeup— what she’d started the day with for court was long gone. It didn’t matter, she reminded herself. This wasn’t a date. She was simply stopping by to end this nonsense in person. The instant she walked into the coffee shop, she spotted him. Even though he wasn’t standing, his presence seemed to overpower the crowded café. When he looked up, smiled and stood, her heart fluttered and her long-neglected girl parts clenched then softened in reaction. Damn, he is perfect. She moved toward where he sat by the small, gas fireplace in an orange easy chair, his laptop bag reserving the one across from him. He’d tossed a brown heathered tweed jacket over the arm of the chair and stood in an impeccably cut French blue dress shirt and a pair of jeans faded to almost white. Cora’s mouth practically watered. “Cora? Hi, I’m Val.” He held out one hand and scooped the canvas messenger bag from the other chair. “Why don’t you have a seat while I grab us something to drink? You look exhausted.” Then he winced, as if realizing that hadn’t exactly been complimentary. Cora couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he was more of a geek than suggested by his profile. The chair looked so comfy and her feet ached like hell. Once again, the little cartoon devil sitting on her shoulder gave her a nudge. Why not? It was just a cup of

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coffee. “I wasn’t really planning to stay, but sure. A cinnamon, skim-milk latte would be great.” “Ummm—okay.” His dark brows lowered over those incredible changeable eyes in confusion then he dropped his bag into his own chair and turned. “Be right back.” She watched him walk away and wait in line, impressed by the snug fit of his faded jeans across lean but graceful thighs and a slim, sculpted ass that made her want to drool. She’d bet he was a runner—long and lean but full of endurance. A man like that could probably go all night. Goodness, what was she thinking? The imaginary angel whacked Cora upside the head with her halo. Both angel and devil were forgotten when Val returned. He set the tray down on the small table between them, rotating it so Cora’s foamy drink was in front of her and a large cup of what looked like plain coffee was poised in front of Val. On one side sat a plate with an enormous raspberry scone while the other side boasted an icing-topped chocolate chip muffin. He grinned like a wicked ten-year-old and shrugged. “I was hungry and didn’t know what you liked, so I got my two favorites. Whichever you pick, I’ll enjoy the other.” She was probably absorbing calories just from looking at them, but Val was smiling at her with such a hopeful look on his face. Vowing to subsist on rice cakes and celery all weekend, she picked up the chocolate chip muffin and moved it to her side of the table. “Oh good. I really like the scones best.” Either he was the ultimate gentleman or just a consummate liar. She’d seen the momentary flicker of disappointment when she’d chosen the chocolate. “Val, before we go any further—” “Cora, you seem like an amazing woman—”

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They started to speak at the same time then both broke off with self-conscious smiles. Val tipped his head. “Ladies first.” After a fortifying sip of her coffee, Cora made a face. “I really just came here to tell you this was a mistake.” Val stopped chewing mid-bite, and his eyes bugged out. He swallowed and chuckled. “Funny, that’s exactly why I came too.” “I didn’t even sign up for Compu-Cupid.” Cora picked at her muffin before breaking off a tiny crumb to nibble on. “I think my roommate Marla must have done it.” “I’ve been blaming one of my siblings,” he said with a wry grin that just about charmed the pants off her. “I didn’t sign up either.” She laughed. “Maybe that computer really did know what it was doing. It matched up two people who didn’t want to be there. At least this way neither of us is disappointed that the other one isn’t interested.” His dark brows furrowed. “Don’t you think that’s stretching coincidence awfully far? And what exactly is Compu-Cupid, anyway? Had you ever heard of them before this?” “No.” She tried to think back over what little TV she watched. “But honestly, I don’t get out much. I’m not very savvy about the singles scene.” Val nodded. “I imagine social work is one of those jobs where no matter how much you do, it’s never enough.” Good grief, a man who actually got it. She nibbled on another chunk of muffin and nodded. “It’s endless. And each case just breaks your heart.” “I’m sure. So what do you do to unwind between cases, Cora? Pretty name, by the way.” He lounged back in the chair, drinking his coffee and eating his scone—utterly non-threatening except for those gorgeous eyes and that killer smile.

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“Between cases? There is no between. Mostly I work, sleep then work some more.” Belatedly she registered the second part of his sentence. “Oh—and thanks. It’s short for Corazon—” “Spanish for heart,” he finished for her. “I saw that on your profile and wondered if it was someone’s idea of a joke, matching up a Corazon with a Valentine.” Cora rolled her eyes. “Could be.” Marla did have a sick sense of humor, but where would she have met Val—and if she had, why wouldn’t she have kept him for herself? “Especially since it’s February.” Was it? Cora had to stop and think. How had January slipped by without her noticing? Then she remembered this morning’s court case. Yep. February third. Damn, she was losing it. He frowned again and she had to resist a totally inappropriate urge to reach out and smooth the line from between his brows. “So anyway, like I was saying, I can’t find any record of Compu-Cupid existing, except for its big, bright-red website. I can’t even hack into the site—it won’t let me see anything besides the home page and my own profile. If we had any mutual acquaintances, I’d swear it was an elaborate hoax.” Cora shrugged. “Unless you know someone who works for the county or a parent of one of my clients, I doubt it. Like I said, I don’t get out much.” “Well, I’m no hermit, but I can’t think of anyone I know at the county building. Certainly not someone who could pull off something like this.” He drained his coffee and popped the last of his scone into his mouth. “Are you hungry? For like, real food? This was a great snack, but it’s six o’clock and my stomach is starting to demand protein.” As slim as he was, he probably had an awesome metabolism, the rat. Cora had only eaten half her muffin, and she knew she shouldn’t eat another thing all night if she wanted to fit into her jeans tomorrow. She started to shake her head then made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. “Oh, all right.” The words were out of her mouth

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before she knew she was going to say them. “But it isn’t a date, right? We’re just going to eat while we try to figure this thing out.” Val shrugged and smiled. “If that’s what you want, fine. There’s a great little Indian place down the block—or Korean if you prefer. If you’re not into ethnic, there’s a killer hot-dog stand on the next street over.” Hot dogs—yeah, that would do wonders for her backside. And she’d never tried the Indian place. Somehow it seemed too exciting and exotic to go into alone. “Indian.” She sure hoped she’d find something on the menu that looked familiar. He stood and held out his hand. Cora let him help her to her feet and couldn’t help a purely sexual shiver as his warm hand engulfed her smaller one. The heat from his touch zinged all the way to her pussy. Oh lord, it really had been too long since she’d had sex. She was wet and wanting, only half an hour after meeting the man. Tonight she’d have to dig out that vibrator Marla had given her for her last birthday. Val took her arm as they walked out of the coffee shop, and she found herself leaning into him when they stepped out into the brisk, evening air. His long legs could have eaten up the block in no time, but he kept his pace matched to hers, slowed by her shorter legs and moderate heels. The whole way, he chatted easily, asking about her family. When she admitted she had none to speak of, he asked about her friends. He was so easy to talk to, she found herself chatting about Marla and coworkers then about her education. Before she knew it, they were being ushered to a corner booth in the Indian restaurant by a waiter who knew Val by name. The fragrances of spices and cooking were overwhelmingly sensual, as was the soft music and the brightly draped fabrics that covered the walls. None of it compared to the man across from her. Cora stared at him as he talked about his brothers and sisters, fascinated. Just talking to him was making her wetter. What had she gotten herself into?

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Chapter Three Val wanted to eat her for dinner, never mind the food. God, she was incredible and yet she didn’t seem to have a clue. She looked all professional and proper in her highnecked pale pink blouse and severely tailored navy suit, but her big dark eyes and lush, rosy lips told a whole different story. Her long hair waved down over her shoulders, and he wanted more than anything to see it spread out across his pillow. The only thing stopping him from making a flat-out pass was the fatigue evident in the dark circles beneath her eyes and the droop of her neck when she thought he wasn’t looking. This was a woman who’d run herself ragged helping others. While that only made him want her more, it also brought out an unexpected urge to take care of her. Val was the baby of a big family. Taking care of others wasn’t his style, but with Cora, he had a powerful urge to take her home, tuck her into bed and guard her while she slept. Where the hell had that come from? Mostly he just wanted to fuck her senseless, and then let her sleep before he fucked her all over again. After a week or so of that, he’d bet those dark circles would be gone. Then she could go back to saving others for a while. She wouldn’t do her clients any good if she fell over and collapsed from exhaustion. Someone needed to teach this lady to relax and play before she burned out to a cinder. “So I have no idea what to order here,” she admitted with a rueful twist to her full lower lip. “Any suggestions?” He asked a few questions to ascertain what she could handle as far as meats and spicing then ordered a sampling of appetizers and a couple different entrees for them to share. Rajit, the waiter and son of the owner of the place, was an old friend and had thoughtfully tucked them in the coziest booth, secluded from most of the rest of the

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dining room. A sandalwood-scented candle burned on the linen-covered table between them, bringing out hidden glints of flame in Cora’s black hair. “So tell me about your day.” He stretched his long legs out under the table, smiling when his calf brushed sensually along hers. “I know the details are probably classified, but surely you can vent about some of it without giving away names or anything.” She sighed. “Let’s see, today started with a nasty custody hearing. This adorable little girl and neither parent really wanted her except as ammunition against the other.” “That sucks.” Val made a face. “I just can’t understand people like that. If you don’t want to love your kids, you shouldn’t have them.” “I agree—just wished someone had mentioned that to my parents,” she sighed. “I was raised by my grandmother until I was eight because my mom dumped me there and took off—never knew who my father was. After Grandma died, I spent ten years in foster.” “I’m sorry.” With his own big, loving, sometimes interfering family, Val had a hard time even imagining that kind of loneliness. “That explains a lot about why you do what you do.” “Therapist heal thyself?” She grinned. “Something like that, I suppose.” They paused while the appetizers arrived then continued to chat while they ate the amazing food. “Okay, enough about me. Why systems analysis? You don’t register as a typical computer geek.” “Ah, but that’s where you’d be wrong.” He tapped his fingers on the table, an imaginary keyboard. “I love it. Nothing like fixing a piece of wonky code or getting a crashed hard drive back up and running. It’s weird, being in a family full of creative types, but I really get a kick out of making the network sing.” The blissful expression on his face underscored his words. “I believe you. So, Mr. Computer Genius, how did we both end up on a dating service neither of us signed up for?” She couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have those fingers working on her and to have been the reason for that look of joy in 21

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his eyes. It was a good thing her thick suit jacket hid her erect nipples. She’d never reacted like this just from talking to a guy. What the hell was going on here? He shrugged, showing off shoulders that were broad and sturdy compared to his slim waist. “I really don’t know. I’ve tried everything I can think of to figure it out. Nothing.” “Huh.” She believed him. “So do you think we’re going to keep getting emails from the site?” Val shrugged again then they stopped chatting as the empty appetizer dishes were removed and the main course laid. He showed her how to use the bread to scoop up the various dishes laid family style between them—one called paneer that was some kind of fried cheese in sauce, and the other a spicy chicken dish. Cora took one bite and closed her eyes in bliss. “You like it?” “Oh yeah.” She took a bite of the other entrée. “Tell me, did you really see a picture of me in a red dress? You said you did in your email, but I don’t own a red dress.” He shook his head. “There was one in jeans and a sweater. But that doesn’t sound like any email I ever wrote. Mine were always on the theme of ‘Sorry, but I didn’t sign up for this.’” “Huh.” That put a whole new weird spin on things. “That’s pretty much what I said in all of mine too.” “So was there really a picture of me in nothing but strategically placed hearts?” Her mouth went dry at the thought—apparently all the moisture in her body was now between her legs. “Umm… No. Is there such a picture?” If so, she wanted it. He shook his head. “Hell no.” “So Compu-Cupid is even changing the emails we send one another through the site?” That was pretty terrifying. His lips set in a grim line. “Apparently.”

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“So what do we do?” He thought a minute then whipped out a business card and a pen and scribbled something on the back. “Here’s my personal email and my cell phone number. If you get an email that’s supposedly from me, drop me a note directly or give me a call.” She took the card and got out one of her own. Even though part of her brain tried to say he was a stranger, she shouldn’t trust him, her instincts won out. She wrote down her own personal email and phone number. “Same goes.” “Thanks.” When they’d finished eating, he paid, waving away her offer to share the bill. Then he stood and held out a hand to help her rise. “Can I walk you to your car?” “No need. My condo is just around the corner.” The touch of his hand tingled all the way to her belly. “I like being able to walk to work.” “Funny, me too. I have a loft just a few blocks away. Come on then. I’ll walk you home.” Hands still clasped, he led her out the door. “Which way?” It was against all her rules to tell a strange man where she lived, but Cora pointed down the side street. “That way.” At the door to her building, he paused, looking down at her with an odd smile on his face. “I had fun tonight. If I had signed up for the dating service, I don’t think they could have done a better job finding me someone to go out with.” “Really?” Most men considered her dull as dishwater. “I did too. Thanks for a lovely dinner.” And she couldn’t imagine being hooked up with a more attractive man. He was pretty much her ideal specimen, geeky science-fiction jokes and all. “Good night.” He leaned down and brushed a kiss against her cheek. “Let me know if you hear from Compu-Cupid again.” “I…I will.” The idea of him kissing her for real had her practically hyperventilating. “Good night.” “You’re supposed to go inside now.”

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She’d been standing like a statue. How embarrassing. But as she started to turn, he bent his head again. “Otherwise, I’m going to give in to the temptation to do this.” This time it was a real kiss. A no-holds-barred, hot, wet kiss that seemed to brand her from the inside out. His tongue swept between her parted lips and claimed her soul. Eventually though, he pulled away and leaned his forehead on the cool brick of the building she was backed up against. “Good night, Cora. Sweet dreams.” His voice had gone thick and raspy. “Good night, Val.” Hers was barely a trembling whisper. She summoned her courage, smiled up at him and opened the front door, ducking inside. Once she’d closed it, she leaned back against it, gasping for breath. Oh. My. God. She was going to have wet dreams about that kiss for the rest of her natural life.

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Chapter Four Val tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to sleep. All he could think about was Cora. Finally he kicked off the covers, reached down and grabbed his aching cock. What would sex be like with Cora? Her buttoned-up image was a cover—he was sure of that. Underneath the conservative suit was a hot-blooded beauty who would melt for him like the finest chocolate. Her kiss alone had proven it. He stroked his fist up and down his swollen shaft as he remembered that kiss. So hot. So sweet. She’d tasted of tandoori and mango lassi. She’d smelled of curry and woman. Her small hands had gripped his waist while she responded like wildfire, opening her mouth and welcoming him inside. Would her pussy be that hot? He had no doubt of it. She’d be silky, wet and tight as a glove, her muscles clenching down as he thrust into her heat. His cock swelled farther as he imagined her short nails digging into his shoulders while her legs wrapped around his waist. Or maybe he’d take her from behind, his hands filled with the sweet globes of her lush ass as he pounded into her snug, slippery cunt. Pre-cum beaded on his tip and his balls drew up hard and tight. Oh yeah, she would be so responsive that it wouldn’t last long. He just knew that once she cut loose, Cora would blaze like a comet, taking all he wanted to give her. He’d lick her sweet pussy, drinking her juices and teasing her clit with his tongue until she came. Then he’d bury his dick inside her, so deep they’d be like one. Maybe later she’d go down on him, wrapping her full lips around the tip of his cock and sucking him deep, her hands on his balls, her tongue tickling his shaft as she swallowed… Val’s spine bowed up off the bed when he came, ropes of thick semen spurting out over his abdomen and chest. He kept pumping his hand—the orgasm was longer and 25

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***** Friday morning Cora woke herself up with a moan. She’d been dreaming about Val—again. Exhausted, she’d gone to bed early and had woken up every hour or so, her body aching and wet after dreams of hot, sweaty sex. And every single time she’d woken up before the actual climax, damn it to hell. A glance at her alarm clock told her it was too late to try again. She had to get up and get ready for work in another three minutes. Tonight she was going to dig out the battery operated boyfriend Marla had given her and hope the batteries were still good. All morning, she dragged herself, bleary-eyed, through a staff meeting and her mountain of paperwork. It was nearing noon when her boss Kim Schaeffer popped her head into Cora’s small office. “Hey, Cora, have you got a minute?” Cora nodded. Talking to her boss beat falling asleep at her desk. Kim perched on a chair in front of Cora’s desk. “You know your employment anniversary is the end of this month, right?” Oh lord, was she about to get fired at her annual review? She didn’t think she’d done anything wrong. “And this year they limited the amount of vacation time you can bank for future use to two weeks per year. I’m afraid you’re in a sticky situation, Cora. You’ve hardly used any of the time you’ve accrued in the last four years. Because of the new rules, you have two and a half weeks to use up before February 28 or lose them. And the county administrator doesn’t want to see anyone lose them.”

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“So what can I do? It’s not like I can drop everything and take over two weeks off. I’ve got a caseload to cover.” Though sleeping for at least one week did sound wonderful. “That’s exactly what you can do. You’re not scheduled to be in court until March, and I’ve divided up all your cases among your coworkers. It’s no more than you’ve done for them when they’ve taken vacation time. You’ll have the rest of the day to fill them in. Then as of 5:00 this afternoon, you’re on vacation until the end of the month. And I’ll be here to make sure you don’t sneak any of that paperwork home with you.” “But…” “I understand, Cora.” Kim’s voice was soft with concern, but Cora knew the supervisor wasn’t going to budge. “You’re one of the most dedicated people I’ve ever worked with. But we all need a break sometime. Look at yourself in the mirror, if you don’t believe me. You’re exhausted.” In the end, there was nothing Cora could do. Like it or not, as of that night, she would be officially off work for two and a half weeks. This was the strangest day she’d had at work—maybe ever. And then it got weirder. “Flower delivery for Ms. Lopez.” Lisa, the department receptionist stood in the door of Cora’s office and giggled. “Look what you got, lady. Who’s the new boyfriend?” Cora looked up and gaped. A dozen red roses? Who the heck would send her those? “You owe me two bucks for the tip to the delivery guy.” Lisa set them on Cora’s desk and pointed to the card. “So what does it say? Who is he?” “I have no idea. I haven’t even had a date in six months or so.” Not unless she counted that weird dinner with Val the night before. But red roses—those meant something more than a shared laugh over a computer glitch. She fumbled with the card.

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Cora, Thanks for a lovely evening. Val

***** Val had just gotten home when the doorbell rang. A delivery boy stood there with a gift basket topped with a big red ribbon. “You sure this is the right place?” Even if it was less than a week to his birthday, Val couldn’t think of anyone who would send him a basket of chocolate chip muffins. The young man read off the name and address, so Val tipped him and carried the goodies over to his kitchen counter, which blocked off one corner of the open loft space. They were freshly baked and smelled divine. He opened the card attached to the basket of muffins—the same as the one he’d bought Cora the day before—and started to smile. Val, Thanks for a lovely evening. Cora Well, that was just about the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him after a date—especially one that hadn’t even involved sex. He couldn’t resist diving into one of the muffins while his leftover lasagna heated up in the microwave. They tasted as good as he remembered—almost as good as Cora had, though nothing he could think of quite topped the flavor of her lips. A little later, he plopped himself onto a stool at the counter with his dinner and his laptop. Opening his email software, he shot off a thank you to Cora. Not too mushy but heartfelt, he thought. Then he opened up his inbox and saw a message from her in his private email queue.

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Thank you for the gorgeous flowers. You really, really shouldn’t have. Cora

Flowers? He hadn’t sent her flowers. Maybe he should have, but he hadn’t. Had Compu-Cupid gone and done it for him? And did that mean she hadn’t sent the muffins? A moment later he got his response.

From: Cora Lopez To: Val Holiday Muffins? I didn’t send any muffins. So did you really send the flowers? Cora

Yep, Compu-Cupid was definitely at it again. He replied no but he should have and that he’d had a great time the night before. Then he asked about her day at work. She told him what she could about her caseload and about being on forced vacation for the next couple of weeks. He emailed back about one of the employees dumping a can of soda into her CPU and trying to fry half the network. Then he groused because his newly married sister was trying to fix him up again. By the time they both logged off, Val was surprised to realize two hours had passed. Wow. Talking to Cora, even on email, seemed to make the time whiz by. Apparently so did dreaming about her.

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Once they’d had sex, hopefully he could get her out of his system so life could go back to normal again. One other possibility tickled the back of his mind that Val utterly refused to accept. His father claimed the Holiday family was descended from the ancient Celtic and Roman spirits of the holidays. That’s why they were all born on holidays, either modern or ancient. And the magic wanted to continue, which meant Holiday offspring had to find mates. It had happened to Noel when he and Shelby had been trapped in a magical Christmas decoration a little over a year ago. They’d ended up engaged. Last Easter, Star and Theo had wound up stuck together in his family’s mountain cabin until they’d worked out their differences and patched up their relationship. But it couldn’t be Val’s turn yet. He was the youngest. He wasn’t even turning thirty. Summer and Sam had to be ahead of him on the list. They simply had to. Val wasn’t anywhere near ready to settle down. He was, however, ready to make a serious pass at Ms. Corazon Lopez. While he ate his breakfast, he logged on to email Cora. Before he could though, he found a surprise waiting in his inbox.

From: Compu-Cupid To: Valentine Holiday; Corazon Lopez Congratulations on being couple of the month at Compu-Cupid. You and your perfect match have earned our special prize of three nights in one of our deluxe guest cottages at Cupid’s Hideaway, our all-inclusive, couples-only resort in the US Virgin Islands. Your airline tickets will be arriving in the mail, and your stay will be from February 12-15. Thank you again for choosing Compu-Cupid to make your match. Sincerely yours, Eros and the staff at Compu-Cupid

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What the hell? They wanted him to leave the day after tomorrow? This was so wrong and yet… She was on vacation, and he had plenty of time banked. A few days in the Caribbean sounded like heaven—especially with the luscious Cora. He wondered if she could be convinced. The relaxation would probably do her a world of good. Val grinned at his computer screen. Yeah, this was going to be fun. He’d make sure of it.

***** Oh no, no, no. Cora stared at the email on her computer screen as milk and cereal dripped from her spoon back into the bowl. This couldn’t be happening. A trip? With Valentine Holiday? All expenses paid? For three nights at a couples-only resort. Talk about more temptation than anyone could be expected to resist. No freaking way could she spend that long with the man and not try to jump his bones. It would be embarrassing as all get-out when he turned her down. No. She couldn’t do this. Not no way, not no how. Then she made the mistake of clicking on the link at the bottom of the email that took her to the resort’s website. Oh lord, it’s gorgeous. The sandy beaches, the elegant cottages. Sumptuous buffets, fruity drinks, water sports and even spa treatments were all included. Her tight, tense shoulders started to relax, just imagining a hot stone massage at the outdoor facility shown in the photo. Maybe she could talk Val into agreeing and then just not showing up? Her computer dinged, indicating another incoming email.

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His number was right below his signature, and she stared at it, debating. In the end, she shook her head and closed her laptop. She still had his card with his phone number tucked away in her wallet. She’d hold on to that—just in case. Today she’d decided to do her laundry. Tomorrow she’d get started on deep cleaning the condo—that ought to kill a week or so. Maybe she’d even go through the boxes she had stashed at the back of her closet—the ones she hadn’t touched since she’d moved in. After that… Well, she really didn’t have any plans for after that. What was she going to do with more than two weeks off? Suddenly a trip to the beach was starting to sound pretty damn good. When a first-class airline ticket arrived in the afternoon’s mail, temptation ratcheted up another notch. She’d never flown first class before. A brochure with her resort reservations was in the envelope as well, and she practically whimpered at the sight of the luxurious guest cottage. There was a big couch in the sitting room. Maybe she could sleep on that and he could take the bed—if he even wanted to go at all. Surely they wouldn’t throw her out if she showed up on her own. She waffled all afternoon while she washed and folded clothes—wool skirts, sweaters, jeans and heavy socks. February in Charleston wasn’t exactly arctic, but it wasn’t a tropical paradise either. Wouldn’t it be nice to spend some time in shorts and swimsuits? If this whole thing wasn’t a prank, she just might have that opportunity. If she had the guts to go for it. She was still mumbling to herself about the pros and cons, and ironing all her work blouses when her doorbell rang. Who would be stopping by at…? She glanced at the clock. Was it really 5:30 already? She switched off the iron and went to the door, standing on her toes to look through the peephole. There stood Val in the hallway of her building with a big grin on his face. He held up a huge bag from a nearby Chinese restaurant. 32

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No warm-blooded single woman on Earth would have had the willpower not to let him in. Cora smoothed back her unruly hair and opened the door. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything,” he said with that endearing, quirky smile. “Hope you haven’t already eaten.” “Uh…no.” She glanced down at her ratty pink sweatshirt and faded gray yoga pants. Val, of course, looked perfect as ever in a leather jacket over a black dress shirt and khakis. “Come on in.” “Nice place.” He stepped into her living room and looked around. “You said you have a roommate? I’m sure there’s enough for three.” “Marla’s away on business until tomorrow.” Cringing at the mess, Cora led the way through an arch into the small dining room, which opened into an even smaller kitchen. He unloaded the bag onto the table while she got out plates and silverware. “I have diet soda, sweet tea and a couple of fairly ancient beers,” she announced as she looked into the mostly empty refrigerator. “Since I’m walking home, I’ll take a chance on one of the beers.” He accepted the bottle she handed him, left from one of Marla’s friends at…Christmas, maybe. “So, I’m guessing you got a package in today’s mail too?” Cora nodded as she sat down, her own glass of diet cola in her hand. Did he really expect the two of them to eat this much food? He hadn’t been kidding when he said he’d bought a little of everything. He helped himself to some dumplings and an egg roll, wielding his disposable chopsticks with a flair Cora envied. “I went online and checked with the airline and the resort. Everything seems legitimate. The tickets and reservations are fully paid for and in our names. The coincidence is pretty unbelievable, but it’s all for real. If you want to spend the next three days in the tropics, we’re good to go. Since it’s the US Virgin Islands, you won’t even need a passport.”

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Marla paused with a crab rangoon halfway to her mouth. “It is awfully tempting, but like you said, it seems too coincidental to be real.” Val shrugged. “Sometimes coincidences really do happen. Other times? Well, I still wouldn’t be surprised if one of my brothers or sisters was involved. It’s the kind of stunt one of them would pull, and at least two of them have been trying like crazy to fix me up.” “That wouldn’t worry me.” Well, it would, but only a little. Cora liked knowing she paid her own way in the world. She served herself some cashew chicken and rice. “It’s the idea that identity thieves are involved or someone setting us up to smuggle drugs or something.” “It’s not identity thieves, I’m sure of that. Believe me, I’ve spent hours trying to hack back into Compu-Cupid and can’t come up with anything but a legitimate dating site. If you want to go, we’ll just be really careful to check our luggage before we get back on a plane.” “Wait— We? Does that mean you’re actually considering going on this trip?” She stared at him as he calmly chewed on an eggroll. Val nodded. “If you want. It sounds like fun to me. I haven’t had a vacation in ages. How about you?” Cora’s mind boggled at his easy acceptance of the possibility. “But you— We— I mean— We’re not— That is… Don’t you have to work?” He winked at her. “I haven’t used up my vacation time in the last few years either. I’ve got a good backup team. I can take some time off.” “I suppose it doesn’t hurt that you work for the family business, does it?” She ought to resent that. His privileged existence was everything she’d envied as a child and secretly disparaged as an adult, even though the rational side of her knew it was hardly his fault he’d been born into a wealthy, loving family. “It has its advantages.” He used his chopsticks to pop a dumpling on her plate. “Here, try these, they’re fabulous. There’s a downside to working for my dad, of course. 34

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Believe me, when we get into it, we really get into it, but yeah, there’s some pretty good perks too.” He was just so cheerful and straightforward about everything, it was impossible not to smile back. Then of course she had to taste the dumpling, which really was as good as he’d said. Lord, if she spent much time around him, she was going to gain a ton. “Anyway, I think we should go. Opportunities like this don’t come along every day.” He reached over and touched her hand. “And forgive me, but you do seem tired. Not that you’re not still gorgeous, but I’d love to see you kick back and relax a little— ease some of the strain behind those pretty, brown eyes.” “I…umm…looked at the brochure,” she muttered, unable to tear her gaze away from his. “There’s a pretty big couch.” “And?” His thumb rubbed circles on the back of her hand. “Well, if we did go, one of us could sleep there if…” “That’s entirely up to you, sweetheart. I promise not to put any pressure on you in that regard—even if that’s going to be difficult as hell.” “Difficult?” Her mouth went dry as all the moisture in her body seemed to pool between her legs. “Just because you’d be sharing the cottage with a female?” “No.” He pulled his hand away from hers to cup her chin. “Because I’d be sharing with you. I want you, Cora. Or didn’t my kiss the other night make that clear?” “But… Me? Come on, Val. I own a mirror. And you—gorgeous, smart, wealthy— you could be with any woman you wanted.” One eyebrow lifted. “Cora, I’m a computer geek who spends about eighteen hours a day online. Mostly, if I do go out, I’m hanging with my brothers and sisters. I don’t really have that active of a social life.” Now his thumb traced those same circles on her cheek. “You’re smart, dedicated, passionate about helping others. And if you own a mirror, then you know you’re beautiful.”

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“Not hardly.” She pulled back away from his touch and shook her head. “I’m as average as they come—except for my butt, which should be stamped wide load. You don’t need to hand out false compliments, Val.” He shoved his chair back and stood, holding out his hand. “Come here.” “Why?” Even as she asked, she reached out and took his hand, let him pull her to her feet. “I saw a mirror in the living room. Come with me.” He moved through the archway, tugging her gently behind him to the couch, over which she’d hung an antique mirror she’d picked up at a thrift shop. The image was a little faded in the old glass, but it was still clear enough for Cora to see all her flaws. He stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders as they both gazed into the glass. “Look at those big brown eyes, Cora. How can you believe they’re not beautiful? You show your heart and soul through those eyes. All that compassion and empathy. And the lashes—you don’t even need to wear mascara, do you? I’ll bet that irritated every other girl in high school.” “Okay,” she granted. “My eyes aren’t bad. A little ordinary but not bad.” Even she knew they were her best feature. He gave her shoulders a swift squeeze. “That’s a start. Now look at your lips. See how full they are?” “Like overinflated balloons,” she grumbled. Val’s laugh was rusty and he pressed closer against her backside, letting her feel his erection against her lower spine. Oh wow! Instantly, her body softened against him, her nipples peaked under her sweatshirt. “Do you have any idea what men think when they see a mouth like yours, sweetheart? So lush and soft? We can’t help but imagine kissing it and more. I’ve had dreams about those lips since the day we met, imagining them all over my body.”

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“Really?” It was so hard to breathe, she was in danger of hyperventilating. Val had dreamed about her? “Hell yes.” He kissed the side of her neck and she shuddered at the sight of it in the dusky glass. Then his hands carefully unwound the elastic from her sloppy ponytail. “And this hair, so thick and shining. How much do you think some women pay to get this kind of luster and a natural wave like this?” “How do you know it’s natural?” Her voice was throaty and deep as she reveled in the feel of his fingers combing through her hair. “Because you wouldn’t waste the time and money it would take to have it done so well. Your beauty is natural, Cora. That makes it all the more appealing.” “For a computer geek, you’re pretty good with words.” And with his hands, which were now sliding around her waist and up to cup her aching breasts. Instinctively she arched into his hands, wishing those were bigger, fuller, more seductive. “I’m only telling the truth. I see you and I get hard, Cora. Take these for instance.” He covered both her breasts with his big hands, his tanned skin showing dark against her pale sweatshirt. “I’ll bet you think they’re too small, but to me they’re just right. Big enough to be feminine, dainty enough that a man wouldn’t suffocate between them.” His thumbs brushed across her distended nipples and even through layers of bra and shirt, the touch made her moan. “And they’re so responsive. How perfect is that? I’ve laid awake the past two nights wondering what they look like. Are your nipples big or small? Rosy or tan?” She opened her mouth to answer, but before she could get a word out, his hands had slipped down to her hips. “Wide load? I don’t think so. Those curvy hips are the perfect image of feminine beauty and power. And your ass—my god, Cora, your ass is fucking gorgeous. I honestly can’t wait to get my hands on it without any clothes between us. And my mouth, along with anything else you’ll let me do.”

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She couldn’t help it. She rubbed her ass against his muscular thighs, feeling his hard-on thicken at the small of her back. He really was turned-on by her. That knowledge was enough to chase away all her common sense and restraint. Leaning her head back against his chest, she whispered, “Go ahead.” In the mirror, she saw his eyes widen and his Adam’s apple bob furiously. Gently, he turned her to face him instead of the mirror. “Exactly what are you agreeing to, Cora?” Her smile probably wavered, but she did keep her gaze steadily locked on his. “I want you too, Val. We’re alone, neither of us has to be anywhere in the morning and we’re both single, consenting adults. Will you stay?” “Oh hell yes.” He bent and kissed her, just as he had the other night, and Cora practically melted in his arms. Then he pulled back and smoothed a lock of hair away from her face. “Though I should probably run out to the store first. I didn’t exactly come…prepared.” She was touched by his restraint and responsibility. Going up on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek. “Let me check. I don’t have any, but I think Marla has a big stash in her bathroom. I can replace them later.” As she turned to leave, he caught her hand. “Just so we’re on the same page—I’m not looking for anything long-term, Cora. Maybe it’s a baby-of-the-family thing, but I’m just not ready for commitment yet, and you’re the kind of woman who deserves that.” What a sweetheart. She shook her head. “My career takes up so much of my time right now. Maybe in a few years I’ll be in the market for something permanent, but not right now. We’re on the same page, Val. Company and a little fun while it lasts, but no strings attached and no regrets when it’s over.” With that, Cora turned and headed toward Marla’s room.

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Chapter Five Why did it feel as if she’d punched him in the stomach? She’d said exactly what he’d wanted to hear. Val followed Cora down the hall, watching the sway of her incredible backside as she walked. He was so hard, he could pound nails with his dick at just the idea of getting her naked and under him. She paused at one of the two doors at the end of the short hallway and pointed to the one across. “You can wait in there, I’ll be right back.” She winced slightly. “I think I put away all the clean laundry, but there might still be some on the bed. Sorry.” “It’s okay—we all have to wash our clothes.” He stepped into her bedroom, turned on the light and looked around. It was softly feminine but restrained, just like Cora. Soft rose-pink curtains covered the windows, contrasting nicely with the cream-colored walls. A thick comforter in a muted, floral pattern covered the full-sized bed, which was mostly free of laundry. He folded up two sweaters and set them on the dresser, which was only slightly cluttered with the usual feminine paraphernalia—a hairbrush, a small jewelry box and one almost untouched bottle of perfume. The single framed painting on the wall was a sort of cubist heart, in shades of burgundy and rose, with the word Corazon inked into one of the squares. Had she painted it herself? Was it done just for her or a happy coincidental find? “Here,” she said, her cheeks flushed as she entered the room with several small boxes in her hand. “I didn’t know which kind or size, so I just brought all of them.” She dropped the pile of boxes onto the dresser. Val selected one carefully and set it on the nightstand before turning to take her into his arms. “You sure about this?” She nodded, her eyes glowing as she gazed up at him. “Just be patient if I’m clumsy. It’s been awhile.” 39

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He stepped back toward the bed, bringing her with him. “When we’re together like this, there’s no right or wrong. Just whatever makes us both happy.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her in between his legs. “Shouldn’t we turn off the lights?” He loved the fact that her voice was breathy and quivering. Her coffee-colored eyes had darkened to the shade of bitter chocolate. “Only if you want to. Me? I’d prefer to see every inch of you.” He slid his hands up under her sweatshirt and undid the back clasp of her bra. “Okay.” She licked her lips then bent her head just a little to press a kiss on his lips—the first time she’d initiated one. “I just hope you’re not disappointed. I’m not exactly fashionably thin.” “Good. I like my women to have curves.” He pushed her shirt and bra over her head, leaving her bare breasts right at his eye level. “Oh yeah. Perfect.” He traced one finger around a generous, tan areola then around the tightly beaded nipple, a deeper pinkish-brown. Cora’s fingers dug into his shoulders and her spine arched, pressing her dainty breasts closer to his face. Val took the hint, kissing a line down the center of her cleavage while he brought his hands around to the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together to make a deeper valley for his tongue to trace. “They’re sensitive, aren’t they?” he murmured, making sure his breath brushed one peaked nipple. “All pretty and rosy and brown against your creamy skin. Positively edible.” He finally settled his lips on her nipple, glorying in her gasp of indrawn breath. Oh lord, she smelled like heaven, sweetly feminine with a hint of rose in her soap or body lotion underlying the scent of skin and sweat. He kissed her nipples in turn, first with just a featherlight brush of his lips then with more and more heat until he finally took one into his mouth and sucked. “Val!” The sound of her crying his name was almost as heady as the taste of her. Her hands dug into his hair, holding his head in place. He switched nipples, intent on paying equal homage to both. His cock was about ready to rip through the front of his 40

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pants, but he was determined to take this slowly, to make sure she enjoyed every moment as much as humanly possible. Cora didn’t seem to want to go slowly. Even as he sucked her nipples, her hands fumbled at the buttons on his jeans, trying to free his cock. Every time her fingers brushed against his swollen dick, he pulsed into her hands, straining against the denim of his fly until she eventually succeeded with the buttons and released the pressure. His stretchy boxers were loose enough not to be any constraint, but the feel of her hands wrapping around his aching shaft was almost enough to make him come. Needing to regain control, he stood, setting her just far enough away from him to move her hands. Her pout was too adorable to resist, so he leaned over and kissed it then her cute, little nose even as he reached behind him with one hand and pulled back the covers. “I want this to last awhile, not be over in thirty seconds. You can play all you want later.” “Later?” She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at him through her thick, black lashes. “Are you still going to be here later?” “Mmm-hmm. All night, if you’ll let me.” He untied the drawstring of her pants and pushed them down over her hips, along with her simple cotton panties. His hands smoothed over the full curves of her hips and he looked down at her creamy skin, his mouth watering. “Oh sweetheart, you are so fucking gorgeous.” He sat back down on the bed so he could run a line of nibbling kisses from the dent of her waist down to the flare of her hip. He filled his hands with the lush globes of her ass while he trailed his lips over to her bellybutton, taking in the rich, heady scent of her arousal. She didn’t shave or wax, so a thick nest of black curls teased him from between her legs. This beauty was all natural and all woman. He couldn’t help slipping one hand between her thighs to find her hot and wet and slick. Slow. He kept repeating the word over in his head while he stood to kick off his shoes then pull his shirt off over his head. Finally, he shoved his jeans down around his ankles. Cora licked her lips, and Val’s cock bobbed in response to her blatant approval.

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He was amazing. Slim as he was, she hadn’t expected to see muscle definition, but it was there, in his cut chest and six-pack abs. A fine layer of dark hair curled around both coppery nipples and down to bisect his stomach then flared out again around his jutting erection. She hadn’t seen all that many in real life, but this one was impressive, long, not too thick but rigid as a steel bar and curved upward with anticipation. “Come here.” His command was soft and confident. Cora didn’t hesitate a moment before walking into the circle of his arms. The warmth of his skin against hers, the crisp hair of his chest against her cheek and the musky scent of him all swirled around her, swamping her senses to the point where she could barely separate one from the other. Val eased onto the bed, pulling her down on top of him. He held her with both arms while he kissed her until her limbs felt limp as noodles. There was nothing limp about Val though. He was lean but solid and strong as he rolled them over until she was underneath him, and he began to kiss his way down her throat to her breasts. Cora whimpered when he sucked hard at her sensitive nipple then eased away to blow softly against the damp bud. He treated the other to the same devastating attention. His weight settled against her core, and she arched her hips up, rubbing her mound against the taut muscles of his stomach. She wrapped one leg around his waist in an attempt to get even closer. “Easy, sweetheart.” He slid farther down her body to swirl his tongue around her navel. “No rush. We’ve got all night.” With another shimmy, he shifted even farther, spreading her legs with his shoulders and settling between them. For a long moment he just lay there, gazing at her wet pussy. “Ah, Cora, you’re beautiful here too.” He leaned in to kiss her softly, first on her mound then on the tops of each of her thighs before making his way to her slit. He pulled back and ran a finger between her labia. “You’re all slick and shiny for me, aren’t you? And I’ll bet you’re tighter than a fist.” As if to test that theory, he slowly inserted one long, slim finger into her channel, easing it deeper until it was all the way in. 42

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All she could do was nod. She watched hungrily as he sat on the edge of the bed, tore open a condom and rolled it on. She’d thought his fingers had filled her, where was all that lovely length going to go? Not that she minded. She didn’t have to walk anywhere tomorrow. His cock had thickened, the head a dark purple and starting to leak just a little at the tip. If she had the energy, she’d go over there and lick off that drop of pre-cum, but before she could move, he had it covered up and returned to settle his hips between her legs. “Ready?” He leaned over her on his elbows, smiled down at her and licked his lips. Cora smiled back. “Hell yes.” His hazel eyes darkened to the deep green-brown of a mossy forest floor. He maintained eye contact as he positioned himself at her entrance then laced his hands through hers and held them above her head as he steadily pushed into her cunt. His name emerged from her throat as a whimper when he seated himself all the way in, his tip as deep as she’d ever felt anything. Aftershocks from her orgasm still rippled, now gripping the thick shaft that impaled her. “Damn, you’re tight. Let me know if I hurt you.” He kissed her softly, holding himself still inside her. Cora tasted her own juices on Val’s mouth and discovered it was surprisingly erotic. So was having her hands loosely pinned by his. She licked her lips and blinked up at him. “You won’t. Now fuck me like you mean it.” Those were the boldest words she’d ever said in her life, but the heated intensity in Val’s gaze made them worth it. Not letting her look away from him for a moment, he began to move, and oh, it was magnificent. That upward curve of his penis hit a spot inside her pussy she hadn’t even believed was real. It didn’t take more than a few thrusts before she was climbing again, this time higher than before. She strained against his hands just enough to savor the feeling of being restrained, not hard enough to make him let go. He was so much taller than her, it should have been awkward, but somehow it seemed just right. Finally releasing eye contact, he bent 44

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“Sorry,” she murmured. “I know it’s too early to go to sleep.” It was only what, 8:00? 9:00? Val just chuckled. “Take a nap. If I have my way, you’re going to need the energy.”

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Chapter Six Cora was a little bit sore as she packed the next day for their trip, but she wasn’t going to complain. She and Val had woken late in the evening, eaten more of the Chinese takeout, and gone back to bed for another round. This morning he’d taught her how to have sex up against the shower wall. She was in way over her head, but she couldn’t say no to this trip. She wanted him just too damn much. Even if she was going to end up hurt when it was over, at least she’d have her memories. It would be all too easy to fall for Mr. Valentine Holiday. So, what to pack? She didn’t own much in the way of sexy underwear or even a bikini. Ringo sprawled across Cora’s bed, supervising while she stared helplessly at her closet. “This is bad, isn’t it, boy?” The cat ignored her, licking his paw then jumping to his feet when the front door opened and closed. “Hey, honey, I’m home.” Marla Evans, Cora’s roommate, sang out as the thump of her flight bag hit the floor. “What’s up? Same old, same old, I assume?” “Oh lord, Mar, you’re never going to believe it.” Following Ringo, Cora walked out to the living room, her best sundress, modest by anyone’s standards, draped over her arm. “I have one day to pack for three days in the Virgin Islands with the hottest guy I’ve ever met. And I haven’t got a single damn thing to wear.” “Whoa.” Marla backed up, her bright blue eyes wide. She dropped her suitcase and caught Cora by the shoulders. “You’re kidding, right? Who are you, and what have you done with my roommate?” Cora made an X across her chest. “Cross my heart. It’s the weirdest story, and it’s probably your fault anyway.” 47

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Marla held up one perfectly manicured hand. “Give me five minutes to pee and change. Don’t. Go. Anywhere. I have got to hear this.” With the cat trotting at her heels, she disappeared into her bedroom. Cora flopped on the couch and waited. Four minutes later, Marla returned in jeans and a T-shirt, with her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair held back with a headband. She dragged Cora into the kitchen and began rummaging through the fridge. “Okay, now spill. What the hell happened while I was gone, and why is it my fault?” Over leftover Chinese takeout, Cora told Marla the whole story beginning from the mix-up with Compu-Cupid. By the end, Marla shook her head and swallowed a mouthful of Kung Pao chicken. “I swear,” she said after a second. “I had nothing to do with this. I’ve never even heard of a dating site called Compu-Cupid. Are you sure it’s legit?” Cora shrugged. “Val called the airline and the resort. Both are well known and well respected, and they have our registrations showing everything is fully paid for and in both our names.” Marla nodded thoughtfully. “And you’re sure you trust this man? He’s not some kind of sicko stalker, is he?” “I…umm…may have had Charlie run a background check.” Cora winced at abusing the system, but the private detective the office used sometimes had been happy to do a quick check as a favor. “Val Holiday is almost squeaky clean. He had two parking tickets in the last five years. Otherwise, he’s twenty-eight, never married and almost rich. He has a Master’s from Duke in computer science, magna cum laude. His family owns the Holiday card company. Oh, and he’s fucking gorgeous.” “Somehow I doubt Charlie told you that part.” Marla chuckled and took a long drink of sweet tea. “So, how is he in bed?” “Un-freaking-believable.” Just the memory of Val in the shower this morning had Cora’s blood heating. “Mind-blowing. Heart-stopping. Addictive. I can’t even believe 48

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I’m doing this, but I want to go on this trip with him more than I’ve wanted anything in years. So, are you going to be home to watch Ringo?” “Absolutely.” Marla cleaned off her plate and set it in the sink while Cora threw away the empty boxes then added her own plate to the sink. “Now get your purse, babe. We’re going shopping.”

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“Valentine Holiday,” he admitted, shaking her hand. She had quite a grip for a woman who looked so dainty. Probably had to do with being in sales. “Pleased to meet you, Marla.” He turned back to Cora. “Dinner smells wonderful. Did you really have time to pack and cook today?” She shook her head. “Actually, it’s takeout lasagna from the Italian place around the corner.” “Cora loves to cook, but we had shopping to do.” Marla winked. Val looked Cora up and down. She had been primping. “You got your hair trimmed and your nails done, didn’t you?” “Toes too,” she agreed. “And picked up a couple new bathing suits since I think my last one dates back to college.” The bright blush that spread across her cheeks had him wondering just how revealing those new swimsuits were. He was hoping for string bikinis, but he’d take whatever he could get. “Well, not that you needed it, but you look great.” He couldn’t resist dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m glad you took some time to pamper yourself.” Val opened the wine while the women set the food on the table then they all sat down and Val lifted his glass. “To two lovely dinner companions.” Then he winked at Marla. “Let the grilling commence.”

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She sighed. “True enough. Still, I’m sorry.” He winked. “I’m sure you’ll think of a way to make it up to me.” She could. Her pussy clenched and her nipples swelled against her satin bra. They could sleep on the plane in the morning. Tonight she had plans for the two of them. The elevator opened and they stepped off into a small hallway with rough plank floors and exposed brick walls but expensively decorated with modern art and a comfortable sofa and chair at the end of the hallway by the front window. The building was an old factory, and based on the landing, there were only four apartments per floor. Therefore, she wasn’t shocked when Val opened his door and she walked into a loft that was bigger than the house she’d grown up in with her foster parents and four other kids. The huge open space was grouped into distinct areas—black leather couches grouped around a humongous television, a workout area in one corner and another with a computer array that must’ve rivaled NASA. Along the back wall was a kitchen area, separated from the main space by a long breakfast bar, and next to that were a couple of walled-off rooms. A steel spiral staircase led up to a hallway with three doors opening off of it. “Wow.” It was all she could think to say. Lush plants, black-and-white photos and a few good paintings—stylized landscapes, mostly—decorated the space while the bright cabinets in the kitchen provided contrast. He shut and locked the door behind them. “My brother Noel did the paintings. The photos are my Dad’s, and Sam designed the kitchen. It’s handy having an artistic family. All I can take credit for is the computer system.” Cora smiled back at him. “I had a foster brother once who painted. He did the heart in my bedroom for my eighteenth birthday, right before I left for college.” “And what’s he doing now?”

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She looked away. “He died not too long afterward—an overdose, they said, though he never did drugs while I lived there. He was only sixteen when he painted the heart, seventeen when he died.” Val set down her suitcase to give her a hug. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Are you still in touch with your foster family?” “No. As soon as the State quit sending money, they quit pretending to care. Stephen was the only one I stayed in touch with.” She faked a yawn, desperate to change the subject. “So, where’s the bedroom? I’m exhausted after shopping and packing all day.” “Mm, not too tired I hope.” He winked and picked the suitcase back up. “Bedroom’s upstairs, if you think you can make it that far.” “Oh, I think I can manage.” She hefted her carry-on and followed him up the twisty steps. The first door opened into a bedroom. Though it was mainly done in more black and white and steel, softer touches of blue in the comforter and the painting above the bed kept it from being stark and cold. A soft slate-blue window seat added an inviting touch on the far side of the room. Hmmm, that posed some ideas. One door was open to reveal a luxurious bathroom while another probably led to a closet since one mediumsized suitcase was waiting outside that door. “Nice,” she told him with a smile as he set her case down beside his. “What are the other rooms up here?” “Empty,” he told her. “One has a futon and a dresser for the rare guest. The other is just storage at the moment. If, for some reason, I ever had someone else living here, it could be an office.” Or a nursery. Where the hell had that thought come from? Cora had no intention of having kids—maybe ever, but certainly not yet. And if she did, she’d want some green space for them to play, not just the steel and concrete of downtown. More importantly, Val had made it clear he wasn’t looking for anything long-term either. Fun while it lasts. That’s all this was about. She set her carry-on down and turned to loop her arms around his neck. “So. Shall we get a head start on our vacation?” 52

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His slow, sexy grin reassured her that he still wanted her as much as she wanted him. “Hell yes. Now that I’ve got you in my lair, I have no intention of letting you sleep.” Cora licked her lips. “Good.” That was all she said before his mouth descended on hers, making talking impossible. One kiss was all it took to have her jeans soaked and her body quivering with need. As soon as they broke off for breath, she pulled her sweater over her head while he yanked off his shirt and stripped down his jeans and boxers, kicking his sneakers to the side in random directions. Cora had to sit on the bed to take off her new boots. When she stood again to shimmy out of her jeans, Val tugged down the covers and paused to stare at her in the new pink satin push-up bra and thong Marla had talked her into buying. “Oh sweetheart, you do know how to tempt a man to sin.” “Good.” She sprawled back on the bed and beckoned him toward her with a finger. Val pounced. He landed above her with a feral grin on his handsome face. She expected him to kiss her again, but instead, he trailed his lips along the plunging lines of her new bra. Before she could react, he sucked one turgid bud into his mouth, satin and all, drawing hard enough to make her moan. “Oh yeah, love the new look,” he murmured when he switched nipples. “You look adorable in pink, you know?” “Th— Oh, yeah, right there— Thank you.” Still sucking, he shifted to the side so he could trace the lines of her thong with a fingertip. The thin strip of fabric was drenched between her legs and Val used the wet cloth to tease her puffy lips and finally her swollen clit. “You got more than your hair and nails done, didn’t you?” He toyed with the smooth skin along her bikini line. “Well, I did let Marla talk me into getting a wax.”

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Val grinned like a kid in a toy store. “Mmm, I see that. Looks nice with the thong, but I think it requires closer investigation. He leaned back to look and then licked along the edges of the thong. “I approve.” His thumb slid under the satin to press down on her clit. “Val!” It wasn’t a powerful climax, but it came so easily, she was almost embarrassed. She wasn’t even naked yet, for heaven’s sake. “Lift your hips, mi corazon.” He eased the tiny panties down her legs while she tried to catch her breath. “I can’t wait to get inside that hot little cunt.” “Me either.” That wasn’t exactly grammatically correct, but she couldn’t care less. She slipped out of her bra while Val pulled a condom from the drawer beside the bed and rolled it on. Then he was there, above her, his long, thick cock prodding at her pussy. “No.” He shook his head and sat back on his heels between her thighs. “Roll over, sweetheart, and go up on your knees.” As she moved, he piled a couple of pillows in front of her so she could lean her arms on them to brace herself as he steadied her hips. “Oh yeah. You have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen.” He spent a few minutes paying homage to her butt—kissing and caressing her cheeks, even running his tongue down her crack—which should have freaked her out, but for some reason didn’t. Then he spread her knees and she felt the tip of his cock slide along her folds. “Let me know if I go too deep.” His breath was warm against her ear as he bent over her back. “I will.” Like hell she would. She wanted him as deep as he could get. She pushed her hips back, letting him know she wanted more. He steadied himself with one hand on her ass and used the other to tuck his tip inside her channel. Slowly he pressed inside. “Oh fuck, sweetheart. You’re so wet and tight.” “More,” she demanded. “I want all of you, Val.”

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“You asked for it.” With that, he slammed home until he was so deep she could barely tell where he ended and she began. “Yes.” She pressed back against him. Val just groaned and began to fuck her hard. Cora loved it. She moaned his name with every thrust and cried out in pleasure when he bent over her and nipped the tendons of her neck. He braced himself with one hand while the other came around her to pinch one of her nipples. Cora moaned his name. She’d never pegged herself as sexually adventurous, but with Val she was rapidly discovering she liked it a little rough and rowdy since he was so careful not to hurt her. It only took a few more strokes before she was coming again. She could feel her pussy clamp down on his cock, and she reveled in his throaty moan as he stiffened and pulsed inside her. “We’ll be lucky if we don’t kill each other this week,” Val murmured when he finally pulled out and fell back with his arms wrapped around her to drag her down onto his chest. “But, oh damn, what a way to go.” “I’ll definitely have a smile on my face,” she agreed. “I’m not usually like this, you know. I’ve never jumped into bed with someone so quickly in my life.” “I know.” He smoothed her hair away from her face. “And believe me, Cora. I couldn’t be more honored.” He kissed her with a soft tenderness that almost brought tears to her eyes then left her to get rid of the condom. Oh lord. She was so in over her head.

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attendant brought them coffee then a full, surprisingly excellent breakfast, most of which Cora was too tired to eat. Val, however, had apparently worked up an appetite before their showers this morning. He ate everything on his tray and most of hers. They both turned down alcohol in favor of coffee though. As soon as breakfast was over, Val popped up the arm between their seats and patted his lap. “Take a nap.” “What about you?” Even in here, he could barely stretch out his long legs. She couldn’t imagine him getting comfortable enough to sleep. “I’m good.” He pulled a small ereader from his carry-on case. “I don’t need a lot of sleep, so I brought a book to read. You, on the other hand, are still beat. I’d rather have you rest now and be awake when we get there.” “If you say so.” She pulled a pillow from the seat on the other side of her and laid it on his lap then curled up across all three seats. Minutes later, she was sound asleep. She didn’t wake until the fasten seat belts sign went on, right before the plane touched down. “Feel better?” Val helped her sit up then snapped her seat belt around her. “Yeah. I really do.” All refreshed and ready to explore. An hour later, they were in another limo, this time on their way to their resort. They’d both worn layers, so now they were down to cotton slacks and lightweight tops, their sweaters and jackets stuffed into their carry-ons. Val look fantastic in black jeans and a soft green polo while Cora felt only slightly rumpled in her sleeveless aqua sweater over a pair of khakis. The driver refused a tip, as did the bellhop who walked them right up to the special services desk. Once they were checked in and assured that the concierge would handle anything they required, another employee in a golf cart whisked them off to their guest cottage, which was, to put it mildly, stunning. “I still can’t quite believe this is real,” she murmured as the driver carried their suitcases into the bedroom of the two-room bungalow. The sitting room was luxurious, with white wicker furniture and a ceiling fan lazily circling overhead. French doors 56

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opened on to a private patio, surrounded by tropical blooms, with a view of the ocean beyond. “I know. But it would be awful to waste all this beauty by doubting it. I think we were both due for a little good fortune in our lives. Let’s leave it at that, shall we?”

Val smiled and waved as the driver left them alone in the bungalow. Cora had wandered over to open the French doors. “There’s even a hot tub out here,” she called. “As well as the one by the pool.” “Each of the pools. According to the booklet, there’re three.” Val flipped through the resort amenities booklet on the glass dining table. “One up at the main hotel, one down by the beach and one in something called the grotto.” “Wow.” Cora shook her head. Being pampered was so obviously foreign to her that Val intended to have a blast spoiling her rotten. “So, what do you want to do first? Lunch? Unpack? Explore?” Sex? “We should probably unpack.” Her stomach growled and Val smiled. “How about I order us some lunch, and we unpack while we wait for it to arrive. Maybe change into something more…tropical.” “Then we can walk around and explore after we eat, eventually making our way to the beach.” She gave him a happy, little lopsided smile. “Did I mention I love the ocean?” “Just a time or two.” Not that he minded. He flipped the pages to the room service menu and picked up the phone. “Fruit plate and crab salad sound good for lunch?” “Heavenly. We can eat out on the patio.” Cora vanished into the bedroom as Val called in the order. “Just leave it covered on the patio please.” He didn’t want a waiter barging in while he “helped” Cora change clothes. On that happy notion, he followed her into the bedroom.

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“Oh wow.” Val surveyed the bedroom with its plantation-style canopied bed, bigger even than a standard king. The posts weren’t just sturdy, there were actually metal eyelets strategically placed and, as he’d suspected, the inside of the canopy was mirrored. “No kidding, wow.” Cora pointed to the open door of the wardrobe cupboard. One side was empty for them to hang clothes in. The other, though, was filled with unopened packages of condoms, various lubes, batteries and sex toys ranging from tiny vibrators to whips and restraints. Val just gulped at the possibilities, his cock rock-hard and straining against the zipper of his pants. Where to even start? There was enough here to keep them busy for way more than three days. Then his eyes landed on the wardrobe Cora was hanging up. Skimpy sundresses and tiny tops. Just putting them away was making her blush, and Val made a mental note to send more flowers to Marla as a thank-you for the shopping expedition. He unzipped his own suitcase, hanging up his one decent suit and dress shirt while his stack of swim trunks, shorts and sport shirts barely filled a drawer in the bureau. He left one pair of trunks and a tropical-print shirt out on the bed then went into the bathroom to deposit his shaving kit. It was just as decadent in here. A walk-in shower, an enormous garden tub, even fresh flowers on the counter. More condoms and lube in one of the drawers. Oh yeah, Val was definitely coming back to this place one day. His brain started running flowcharts. Cora had another week of vacation. Maybe this cabin wasn’t reserved right after their check-out date. He could afford a longer stay. He’d check with the concierge later then broach it to Cora. “Amazing, isn’t it?” She stood in the bathroom doorway, her cosmetic bag in hand. “Almost as amazing as you.” He took the case and popped it into an empty drawer. “Come here, Cora.”

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She walked into his arms without a moment’s hesitation, returning his kiss with that eager enthusiasm he’d already come to expect. “I want you,” he murmured as he nuzzled her ear. “Right here, right now.” “Oh good.” She reached down to unbuckle his belt. “I don’t want to wait either. Condoms?” He whipped one out of his pocket and set it on the counter before shoving his pants down around his ankles and whipping his polo shirt over his head. He’d been prepared on the plane, just in case the opportunity arose, but he’d figured it was more important to let her sleep. Now he was more than ready to go. Apparently, Cora didn’t want to wait either—she’d kicked her slacks off and pulled her top over her head. Silky scraps in turquoise blue were all that stood between him and paradise. His hands shook only slightly as he made short work of those. They were too pretty and, he suspected, too new to rip off with his teeth as he wanted to. Cora gave a surprised squeak when he tucked his hands under her arms and lifted her to sit on the marble countertop. Her startled moue turned into a sultry smile as he grabbed the condom and put it on before stepping between her spread knees. “Mmm, I love a man who’s prepared.” She pulled his face down to hers for a kiss while his hands found her already pebbled breasts. Not content with letting him do all the work, Cora found his sheathed cock and wrapped it in one small but sturdy hand. Val’s eyes were crossing with the need to be inside her before he even got one hand down to her pussy to find her wet and swollen—as ready for him as he was for her. With one more kiss, he nudged against her labia and pushed inside, gently at first then harder as she dug her short nails into his ass and moaned. He was so close, and he didn’t want to leave her behind, so he slipped one hand between their bodies to play with her clit, erect and protruding from its protective hood. His other hand rested on the counter, supporting his weight as he leaned over and nipped at her neck, right where she liked it. Almost immediately, he felt her snug cunt tighten with her impending orgasm. She was so tight, it felt like a fist, but little 59

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ripples of her muscles added a sensation that made him go off like a rocket whenever he got inside her. It had never been this good, not with anyone—an idea that might have scared him senseless if he hadn’t been too busy fucking them both blind. “Yes!” she screamed as her channel clamped down on him and pulsed with the force of her climax. “Cora,” his voice was just a guttural groan. As usual, her peak triggered his, and he held himself as deep as he could get while he poured himself into the condom. She wrapped her arms around his waist and he enfolded her against his chest, smoothing one hand down her spine as they both eased down. He felt as if he could stand here and hold her forever, without a care in the world. As long as Cora was in his arms, nothing else would matter. Whoa! Get a grip, pal. It’s just about the sex, remember? He kissed the top of her head and stepped back, pulling out as he did. Cora grinned up at him, clearly having no idea of what he’d just been thinking. “Wonder if the food’s here yet?” “I’ll go check.” He flushed the rubber and washed his hands then went into the bedroom and pulled on his board shorts before moving out to the patio. Sure enough, a cart with covered dishes sat right next to a glass-and-wicker table that matched the one indoors. Val busied himself setting the table while he waited for Cora to emerge. Before he was done, she was there, clad in a plunging one-piece suit in red splashed with bright yellow hibiscus flowers. She’d tied a matching sarong low around her hips. Val whistled. “How am I supposed to focus on the food when you look like that?” Cora grinned. “Think with your stomach for a little while. I’m starved.” She sat down and immediately helped herself to one of the salads and a slice of pineapple. Val poured them each a glass of sparkling water then sat across from her and lifted his glass in a toast. “To a wonderful place and even more wonderful company.”

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“Cheers.” She grinned as they clinked glasses then dug into their meal. By the time they were done, every morsel was gone and even Val was sated. “Now we really need that walk around,” she said with a rueful grin. “Or I won’t be able to fit into any of the clothes I brought.” “That’s okay,” he said as he loaded the dishes back onto the cart. A note with the food had said it would be collected if they left it on the patio. “I can think of plenty of ways to keep busy naked.” “Yeah, me too,” she admitted. “But for now, grab some sandals and sunscreen. I want to explore.” “As you wish.” He doubted she’d get the reference to The Princess Bride, one of his favorite movies. He knew she wasn’t as geeky as him. Cora, though, surprised him with a wink. “Come on, Farm Boy. Let’s go.” He sighed as he followed her into the bedroom for flip-flops and beach towels, taking time to slather each other with sunscreen. A walk to clear his head was probably a very good idea.

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Chapter Seven Cora couldn’t get over the resort. The more she saw the more awestruck she became. There were several restaurants, from black tie to a tiki bar on the beach. Everywhere she looked, turquoise waters or tropical blooms met her gaze. Inside the main hotel was a whole floor of exclusive shops, from estate jewelry to swimwear to one devoted to sex toys. She didn’t quite get up the guts to go in that one with Val. Besides, she was pretty sure there was enough in the room to keep them busy for the length of their stay. He paused by the jewelry store and looked in. “Should I buy you some diamond earrings as a souvenir?” he teased. Cora shuddered. “I hate diamonds. My foster mother had this huge engagement ring that was her pride and joy. When she smacked me with that hand, the diamond used to leave wounds. I don’t have any scars from it, but they still creep me out.” Val kissed her cheek. “No scars on the outside,” he said softly. “But plenty where it counts. No diamonds for mi corazon.” Down by the beach, there were a number of couples lounging on thickly padded wooden double-deck chairs and more spread out on blankets or playing in the water. Along with concessions, a kiosk for towels and another for water sports, there was a big tent set up for massages and other spa services. She wasn’t shocked when Val suggested signing up for parasailing the next afternoon, but it was a pleasant surprise when he scheduled his and hers hot stone massages for right afterward. They swam for a while, playing in the warm surf, then settled on one of the loungers with tall, fruity drinks, holding hands like a couple of high schoolers while they discussed which restaurant to try for dinner.

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They both preferred one of the more casual settings, a little bistro with outdoor tables. Val changed his swim trunks for a pair of jeans, and Cora put on one of her sundresses, but both still wore sandals and wide smiles when they finally made it to dinner after a dip in their private hot tub that had been…educational, to say the least. After another sumptuous meal, they went for a walk on the beach in the moonlight. “If there weren’t half a dozen other couples here, I’d be tempted to take you right here on the beach,” he growled into her ear. “Wouldn’t that involve sand in some rather…inconvenient places?” She trailed her fingers playfully across his neck. “I’d rather go back to our room and try out some of the toys in that cupboard.” “Oh? And which one would you like to try, sweetheart?” His raspy voice told her he was already aroused. “I was thinking of the nipple chains and the matching clip-on clit ring,” she said. Val had already taken her hand and started dragging her back to their bungalow. “Maybe even the small butt plug. I’ve heard those can be interesting.” “How did I get so lucky as to find a woman who likes to experiment?” he asked thickly. They made it back to their cottage in no time at all, and clothes were flying even before they made it to the bedroom. “Lie on the bed.” Val went to the cupboard and selected the items she’d mentioned, plus a big bottle of lubricant. “We’re going to start with the plug, so you have some time to get used to it.” “All right.” She sat on the bed and lay back, but not before she used the remote control on the sound system to put on some soft, tropical music. The lights were on a dimmer and just barely glowed, casting a golden sheen to Val’s tan skin, making him look even more like a model than ever. “Over on your stomach, sweetheart, with that sexy backside up in the air.” He kissed each of her butt cheeks after she obeyed. “One day I’d really love to fuck this gorgeous ass of yours. You think that could ever happen?” 63

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Cora smiled. She’d been thinking about that herself, which is why she’d suggested starting with the plug. “We’ll see. You’ve got two more days to convince me, and one of them is your birthday after all.” “Oh god, that would be the best birthday present ever.” He licked his way around her asshole then drew back to pour oil into his hand. “Let me know if this hurts, okay?” “Promise.” She already knew he wouldn’t go any further without that assurance. She had the idea that one former girlfriend had complained about his appetites, and rather than stopping him as they went, had waited to bitch about it later. For all that he seemed fancy-free, she thought he’d been hurt a time or two, which made her love him all the more. Love him. Oh fuck, she had fallen in love with him, hadn’t she? What an idiot she was. Fortunately, she didn’t have time to think about her stupidity as Val was busy inserting an oil-covered finger into her puckered asshole to spread the slick stuff around inside her. The pressure back there was different but oddly exciting, so she quit trying to think and gave herself up to the feeling. “That’s it, heart of mine. Now push back as I slide the plug in. It sounds backward, but it works, I promise.” He held the pointed tip of the red latex plug against her sphincter and slowly pressed forward. He was right—pushing back did ease the penetration. With a pop, the plug seated itself inside her rectum, adding a strange sensation of fullness and an unusually arousing friction. She clenched her muscles experimentally, savoring the titillation. “Okay?” He kissed the base of her spine. “Perfect.” She rolled over and smiled up at him. “I like it. A lot. Now the nipple chains.”

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His eyes darkened and he licked his lips. “In a minute.” Bending his head, he sucked first one and then the other nipple until they were fully erect and elongated. “That’s better.” With careful precision, he placed one of the clamps on her puffy nipples and tightened the little screws until they almost but not quite hurt. Then he leaned back and tugged on the chain connecting the two, which pulled both nipples at the same time. Combined with the stimulation from the butt plug, she was drenched and ready for more. “Clit clamp please.” “You’re trying to kill me.” Despite his mutter, he opened the third package, tossed the plastic over the side of the bed and held up what looked like a giant bobby pin with silver beads dangling from the tips. “This is going to look so pretty against your rosy pussy. I’d really like to see a ruby clit ring on you, but that will have to wait for later.” She’d never considered the possibility of intimate piercing, but the idea of a little dangling ruby to tease Val was oddly appealing. For now, though, the slight squeeze from the bent steel clamp was enough to shoot off a minor orgasm without him even touching her with that intent. She hoped he didn’t think she was easy. “You’re so fucking responsive, sweetheart. That’s such a turn-on.” How did he always know just the right things to say? He bent his head again and licked at the little balls dangling from her clit, teasing her sensitized nub. “Definitely a ruby heart.” Two fingers entered her channel while his tongue lashed at her clit. With the plug in, she felt so full, it wasn’t going to take much more to set her off again, and she wanted Val inside. “I’ll wear it,” she said. “If you’ll fuck me now, I’ll let you buy me a ruby clit ring—a real one.” “Really?” He wasted no time scrambling for a condom. “You’d get pierced?” “Actually, it sounds cool,” she admitted. “And I have another confession. I’m on the Pill. You don’t really need to use rubbers. I trust you to be clean, and I know I am.”

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“That’s okay.” He finished rolling on the condom. “I’ve never gone bare—not once in my life. I kind of figured that was reserved for the woman I eventually marry. Besides, I care too much about you to want to take any chances, and any product can fail. Two barriers are better than one.” How was she supposed to guard her heart against a man like this? Especially when his cock was filling her, along with the plug, fuller than she’d ever been. It almost hurt, but not quite, and as soon as he was seated, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He kept one thumb hooked in the chain between her breasts and played with it as he started to move. Each thrust rubbed the clamp against her clit and the little balls against her entrance, piling on layer upon layer of stimulation. She dug her nails into his shoulder and whimpered words of encouragement as he pounded into her. This time, she bit on his shoulder, spurring a hoarse shout as he spurted into the condom at the same time as she convulsed around him. “You amaze me, Corazon.” He played with her hair as they lounged in the bathtub after washing each other off in the shower. “You seem so reserved, yet you’re so willing to let loose and try just about anything. How’d you get so perfect?” She laughed and shrugged, drawing circles in the hair on his thigh. “I’m not even close to perfect. But thank you. I think I’ve always had a wild side, it’s just a rare person who can make me feel safe enough to let it show.” He hugged her tightly to his damp chest. “Thank you for that trust. I hope you know you’ll always be safe with me.”

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birthday. He couldn’t think of a better present than seeing Cora wearing his jewel. He was about to leave when something else caught his eye. Just as Cora had caught his heart. The heart-shaped ruby ring winked up at him from a display case. Cora hated diamonds. How had he not realized he was falling in love with her? Not falling, he corrected himself. Fallen. Hook, line and sinker. He was utterly, stupidly, wonderfully in love, and he had no idea what the hell to do about it. He’d told her he wasn’t ready, and she’d said she wasn’t either. Now none of that seemed to matter. He wanted her in his life, and he knew, deep in his heart, that the family magic had struck him all the way. He’d love Cora Lopez until the day he died. She was his one and only. “Are you all right, sir?” The jeweler cast Val a concerned glance. Val shook his head to clear it then pointed at the ring. “Can I look at that please? How big is the stone, and is the setting silver or platinum?” “Platinum,” the jeweler responded, smiling as he sensed an imminent sale. “The stone is just over a carat, I believe. No visible flaws and a perfect pigeon’s-blood color.” He gave Val a shrewd look. “It isn’t cheap.” “Good.” Val accepted the ring when the man handed it over and held it up to the light. Perfection. Finding it here was almost a sign, he told himself. Or maybe just more of the magic. Suddenly he understood why neither Noel nor Starr had minded when the family magic struck. It hadn’t made him fall in love with Cora. It had just given them the chance to get together without the real world to distract them. One thing he was sure of—his love for Cora had nothing to do with any magic but the elemental kind between a man and the woman he wanted to share his life with. 67

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Chapter Eight It was their last full day on the island. Cora hated that her first thought on waking was a sad one. Today was Val’s birthday, and she wanted it to be perfect, not wasted with regrets. With that in mind, she pushed back the covers, and before he fully woke up, she took the tip of his semi-erect cock into her mouth and sucked. “Oh heart, good morning to you too.” As he spoke, he hardened further. Cora wrapped her hands around his erection and continued to suck on the fat purple glans as she stroked his shaft. Val buried his hands in her hair and gripped her head, helping set the rhythm as he fucked her mouth. Cora couldn’t believe how aroused she was just going down on him, but sucking him had her wet and aching. She added more suction and more pressure from her hands, making him groan. “I’m going to come down your throat if you don’t stop.” He grunted the words of warning, even as he held her head to his groin. She pulled back just enough to circle his tip with her tongue and murmur, “Good.” Then she went back to sucking him off. It didn’t take long before he bellowed, arched up off the bed and filled her mouth with hot, thick semen. She swallowed eagerly, relishing the earthy, bitter taste of him. As soon as he caught his breath, he flipped them both over and returned the favor. “Happy birthday,” she murmured later when they lay together, panting, against the pillows.

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“Mmm. Best one I can remember.” He kissed her deeply then lay back and laced his hands behind his head. “I’ve got a question for you. I found out this cottage is available for the next week. Since you’re still on vacation, want to stay a little longer? I promise, Cora, I can afford it without a qualm.” She blinked at him, breathless. She’d gotten so worked up about leaving tomorrow, but she really could only nod. This interlude was too magical for her to want it to end. “Good.” He kissed her again and bounded out of bed. “I’ll make the calls while you take your shower. You’ve got your appointment for your piercing in an hour or so.” With that reminder, he left the room looking as happy as a kid with a new bike. Cora was smiling herself as she washed off and dressed then joined him on the patio for breakfast. Making Val smile felt good—it felt right. She only wished she could spend the rest of her life bringing that look of happiness to his changeable eyes. She reminded herself of that later as she lay on a table, letting a technician pierce her clitoral hood. It didn’t really hurt, and the tiny gem was adorable, but it was a little bit scary. Thinking of the appreciation on Val’s face when he saw it, though, was enough to get her through the process.

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He hid the documents and opened his laptop. Sure enough, there was the email from Compu-Cupid.

From: Compu-Cupid To: Valentine Holiday Eros has determined that you might be in need of some paperwork. It should be arriving forthwith. Don’t worry—it’s legitimate. Thank you for choosing Compu-Cupid to find your perfect mate.

Well, then. He took a deep breath and closed his computer. Now all he had to do was convince Cora.

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gown, which scared her because he hadn’t even let her look at the price tags. It was his birthday, though, and she didn’t have it in her to say no to anything he asked. Finally, resplendent in his black tie and tails, Val held out his arm and escorted her out to the golf cart he’d ordered to take them to the restaurant since she’d have trouble on the crushed shell paths in her heels. She tucked his gift into her microscopic handbag and made herself clear her mind of doubt. It was a beautiful night and she was having an elegant dinner with the man she loved more than anything in the world. Worries could wait for tomorrow. The food was sublime. While they ate, Val regaled her with stories of his siblings and parents. “I can’t wait for you to meet them, Cora. I sincerely hope that we’ll still be together when we get back to Charleston.” Cora bit her lip. “I’d like that,” she said finally. “Though I’m not sure it’s a good idea.” He gave her an enigmatic grin. “It’s not only a good idea, it’s bloody well magical. But I’ll explain more about that later. How’s your swordfish?” No matter what she did, she couldn’t get him to elaborate. “Fine. If you’re not going to talk to me any more, then you can open your present.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I thought that was back in the room. I seem to remember you offering me a certain…activity for my birthday. If you’re still up for trying that anyway.” “Oh, that’s part of it. But I wanted something you could unwrap. You’ve been buying me stuff all day.” She handed him the small package from her purse. Val opened it carefully as if it was precious. When he pulled the key fob from its velvet box, he smoothed his thumb along the engraved surface and bit his lip. She could swear there was a frog in his throat as he asked, “Are you giving me your heart, Cora?” Her heart nearly stopped then she nodded. “Yeah. I think I am.”

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“Well. That makes me feel a lot better about this then.” He dropped to one knee as he pulled something from his pocket. “I love you, Corazon Lopez. Will you marry me? I know it’s soon, but believe me, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” He opened the small box and held it out. “Oh. My. Goodness.” She looked down at the large ruby sparkling up from the ring box. “It’s stunning.” “I know you don’t like diamonds.” He gazed at her with hope in his expression, as well as all the love she could have ever dreamed of. Slowly, Cora smiled. It was too soon. It was impulsive and crazy. It was absolutely, irrevocably right. She held out her hand. “You put it on. I’m shaking too much.” “I don’t know that I’m any steadier,” he said, but he took the ring from the box and slipped it as far as he could onto her left hand. “I love you.” “I love you, Val.” There was a discreet cough as the waiter appeared. “Would anyone care for dessert?” His gaze flickered down to the ring. “Or perhaps some champagne?” Val looked at Cora and she felt a frisson of heat all the way down her spine. “Have a bottle of champagne sent to bungalow 214—within the next five minutes.” He tossed down his napkin and pulled Cora to her feet. As soon as they were out of the restaurant, she took off her stiletto sandals so they could run for their room. She laughed out loud with sheer happiness. “I think I’m having you for dessert.” Back at their bungalow, Val barely got the door closed before he shoved her back against it and kissed her senseless. “Mine,” he growled low in his throat. “Mine,” she agreed, grabbing his head and pulling it down for another kiss. Once his lips were back on hers, she fumbled for his belt and undid the fly of his pants.

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Val was right there with her. He rucked up her dress and found out that she wore nothing beneath it. He used a couple of fingers to test her readiness then lifted her, bracing her back against the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders as he impaled her, skin to skin. Another sign that told her she was his one. That alone was enough to make her come. He swallowed her squeal and pumped into her harder, but he wasn’t far behind. Hot splashes of semen filled her pussy as he came. When she stood on her feet, warm trickles ran down her legs, and all she could think was Yum. “Here. I don’t want to ruin this dress—I have hopes of seeing you in it again.” Val carefully eased the satin evening gown over her head and tossed it to the couch. His tux jacket and bowtie followed then he toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. “You okay?” He kissed her cheek and cupped her chin in his hand. “Never better,” she panted, kissing his palm. “I love you. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying it.” She still sagged against the door, but when he took her hand, she followed him, both of them naked, toward the bedroom where a bottle of champagne waited in a silver ice bucket. “I know I won’t. I love you, Cora. More than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life.” “I’m going to get ready for bed. Why don’t you pour the champagne?” She’d hidden her new nightgown in the bathroom earlier, so she slipped in there and cleaned up before donning the tantalizing lingerie. Pausing before she went back into the bedroom, she looked down at the ring on her finger. If this was a dream, she never wanted it to end.

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This was the best birthday ever. When Cora walked out of the bathroom in a few wisps of red satin and black lace, he almost swallowed his tongue. Stricken mute at the sensuality she projected, he simply handed her a champagne flute and lifted his own in salute. “To us,” she said. “To love,” he managed. After they each took a swallow, he added, “Christ, you’re fucking beautiful, Cora. Do I get to see the piercing now?” Her laugh was warm and sweet. “Yep. But why is there a bandage on your shoulder?” He grinned. “I didn’t think it was fair for you to get pierced without me having something painful done. So I got this.” He peeled back the bandage to show her the tattoo. Clearly visible, even with the skin around it an angry pink, was a red and black Celtic knot in the shape of a heart. She kissed the air a millimeter above the heart. “I love it.” In one more drink, she drained her glass then climbed onto the bed, which someone had thoughtfully turned down. “Now for you to see.” She spread her knees with her hands, giving him a view of the split crotch of her dinky panties. Peeking out of her neat little strip of curls was the ruby heart dangle. He couldn’t resist bending in and tickling it with his tongue then pulled back. “Sorry. It probably hurts, doesn’t it?” “Not much. But for what I had in mind for tonight, it won’t get much of a workout anyway.” In one lithe move, she rolled to her knees and pulled a couple pillows under her arms for support. “Rip the undies off. The side ties are really flimsy.” “I’d rather just untie the bow on my present,” he said. With a quick flick on each side, the panties were gone, and her little pink rosebud of an ass pointed up at him. “You sure about this?”

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“Hell yes.” She wiggled her ass at him, and he reached for the lube. He used his fingers to make sure she was slick then rolled on a lubricated condom as well. Slowly, carefully he pushed inside. The tight ring of her sphincter gripped him tighter than anything he’d ever experienced, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from coming before he was even all the way in. Never mind that he’d just exploded in her pussy. He was hard as concrete again already. “Yes, that feels good, Val. Deeper.” It seemed Cora wasn’t going to let him change his mind. He eased himself all the way in and held himself there for just a while. Then he started to move. Nothing had ever felt better. He used his hands to play with her nipples, mindful of her tender clit. Right before he peaked though, Cora reached down and pressed against her own nub, triggering a climax that made her body milk his aching cock with powerful spasms. He shattered, giving in to an orgasm that left him limp as overcooked pasta. Eventually he pulled out and managed to get them both into the bathtub with fresh glasses of champagne. “I think we should get married tomorrow,” he told her. “Compu-Cupid arranged the paperwork. All we have to do is go to the courthouse on St. Thomas.” “Tomorrow? Here? What about your family? Don’t you want them to be at the wedding?” She turned startled brown eyes to look at him. “We’ll renew our vows in Charleston for our family and friends. But I think the actual wedding should be here—just the two of us on equal ground.” “Okay.” A little later she asked, “Aren’t you a little creeped out about CompuCupid? It is awfully coincidental.” Val sighed. Time for the full confession. “There are some things you have to understand about my family,” he began. Cora listened in silence as he explained about the Holiday family magic.

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“I swear, it doesn’t force anything—it just gives us a chance when the right person comes along. And it doesn’t mean we have to have kids. I’m cool with waiting or even with not having any at all if you prefer.” “I think I might like one or two—just not right way,” she said carefully, as if she were testing out the words. “We’ll figure it out. Together.” After a little laugh, she added, “Though I hope you don’t mind a cat.” “I can live with Ringo. My loft has plenty of room for him.” “Good, because my place belongs to Marla anyway.” She leaned back against him. “Tomorrow would be perfect. My birthday is the day after, so it will give us a three-day celebration every year.” He laughed. “I can’t believe I never asked about your birthday. We’re going to have some spectacular celebrations for the next fifty years or so, aren’t we?” She kissed him hard. “I intend to celebrate every single day. I love you.” “You are my heart, mi corazon.” After that, they quit bothering to talk at all.

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About the Author Cindy Spencer Pape has been, among other things, a banker, a teacher and an elected politician, though she swears she got better. Her degrees are in zoology and she currently works in environmental education, when she can fit it in around writing. She lives in southern Michigan with her husband, two teenage sons, a dog, a lizard and various other small creatures, all of which are easier to clean up after than the three male humans.

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