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She stared at him, anger flashing in her eyes. “And that’s my problem? You’re blaming me for your lack of sleep? That’s just great.” She marched up the stairs, her shapely bottom swaying back and forth, heightening his desire. “Good night, Patrick. Sweet dreams,” she taunted as she disappeared into her room. The door slammed behind her.

Patrick closed his eyes. Cynthia had him tied up in so many knots that he wasn’t going to survive another day—another minute, another second. He climbed the stairs two at a time and stormed to her room.

Cynthia swung open the door, and before she knew what hit her, Patrick grabbed her and pulled her to him.

“If you have any protests, you’d better tell me now, because I’m going to make love to you and I’m not stopping until I get my fill.”

Cynthia reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. “No. You’re not stopping until I get my fill.”