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turned, he found Morgan had stretched out on the sofa and was sound asleep.
    “Time to wake up, princess. We have one hour, and a lot to talk about.” He raised her to a sitting position, then picked her up in his arms. He carried her down the hall and into his bedroom, strode across to the open door to his bath, and sat Morgan on a padded stool by the sink. He held her upright.
    “Wake up.”
    She blinked her eyes open. “I’m still sleepy.”
    “Sit right here. I have something that will help.” He reached around the glass block wall to the shower controls and turned on the cold with just a little warm. Standing her up, he took his robe off of her. He’d already removed her dress, before he had put her in bed. She swayed in front of him dressed in a tiny bra and matching lace panties.
    Her rosy nipples taunted him through the thin fabric. He reached behind and unfastened the clip and drew the bra away. Her perfect, full breasts tempted him to touch and taste, but when he finally made love to her, she’d be fully awake and agreeable. Moving quickly, he removed her panties, sat her back down while he stripped, and then, carrying her, stepped into the cool water.
    “That’s cold. Let me out of here,” Morgan yelled as soon as the water cascaded over her face and body.
    “As soon as you get fully awake, I’ll let you get out.”
    Morgan sputtered her protest. He let her stand, but held onto one arm in case she started to fall. The cool water ran over her hair and down her curvy body.
    Ethan was so hard and hot he was surprised he didn’t spontaneously explode. Damn, he wanted her. His cock pulsed with the need to be inside her. His hands wanted to cup her breasts, and his mouth wanted to suck on her puckered nipples. It took all his strength to stop himself.
    She wiped the water from her face and leaned back to really look at him for the first time. “You were at the office a few weeks ago. That’s where I saw you.”
    “Right. What else do you remember?”
    “About what, the party or Bill’s business? Can we talk in a warmer place?”
    “Are you awake now?”
    She nodded yes. Her eyes stared into his, and then she looked down, over his chest, to his abdomen where his unruly cock stood at attention.
    “None of this makes sense. I don’t even know you, and we’re naked, in a shower together.”
    “It was the quickest way to wake you.”
    “Rather drastic,” she said, her lips pouting.
    His will weakened. He cupped her face and, leaning down, kissed her. Her lips were enticingly soft. He licked along her bottom lip. When she took a breath, he slipped his tongue inside to explore the warmth and honey sweetness. Groaning, he stepped back.
    “I’ll get you a towel.” He turned the water off and handed her one. Grabbing another for himself, he put space between them. He watched her movements. She was stronger, not weaving at all. She stepped out with the white towel wrapped around her. “Sit, I’ll be right back.”
    In a minute, he returned with an old pair of his sweats. “They’re too big, but they’re warm, and they’ll cover you.”
    Morgan pulled the sweatshirt over her head. It went down to the top of her thighs. She rolled back the sleeves, and then put on the bottoms. Again, she had to wrap the legs several times over to keep from stumbling on them.
    Ethan opened a drawer and handed her a large safety pin. “I knew this would come in handy. Use it to keep the sweatpants up.”
    She glanced in the mirror. “I look ridiculous.”
    “No. You have a natural beauty. You could wear a feed sack and look good. Come on, we’re wasting time. I’ll fix you some soup, and we’ll talk.”

    * * * *

    Morgan followed him back down the hallway. He’d dressed in black sweats. He moved with an uncommon grace for a large man. She enjoyed admiring his butt as he led her to the kitchen. Her head still didn’t feel completely normal, but she was much better. David, as they’d called him, motioned her