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A slam of the door to their suite woke Nathan from his stupor. He put a hand to his head, then looked over to his right. There was Hannah, the sheets barely covering her full breasts, her hair a riot of copper against the pristine white pillowcase.
Damn. How could he have allowed himself to fall asleep? Yes, this room was theirs until late the next morning, but he hadn’t planned to stay nearly so long. They had made love, then gotten up and drunk the rest of the champagne and finished off the tray of food…and then had returned to bed, where they loved one another yet again, this time more slowly, so they might explore all the pleasures of their bodies.
And they had slept. One lamp in the parlor had been lit, but Nathan could tell it was full dark outside the windows. Damn again.
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