Dorothy was at a loss for words.

Five days of rest? Since when did missed time come with a rain check? But before she could voice her protest, he was already inside, thrusting into her with a whirlwind of urgency.

At first, he was gentle, mindful of his size, but as passion took over, his control slipped. His hands gripped her waist, causing Dorothy to wince and instinctively try to escape the discomfort, only to be relentlessly pulled back beneath him.

Exhausted to begin with, Dorothy found herself breathless and powerless under his relentless pursuit until, in a fit of frustration, she sank her teeth into the flesh of his collarbone.

The pain seemed to spur him on even more, his vigor unwaning.

After a night tangled in the sheets, Dorothy spent the better part of the following day in bed, only to be roused in the evening by a call from Karen.

Dorothy croaked, her voice a raspy shadow of

half minute before saying, "Everett really did a number on you, huh? Are you sure he's supposed to be recuperating in Swevia Country?" Dorothy was

be weak as hell by the time you get back.” Dorothy massaged her temples, feeling a throbbing headache brewing. "And when you try to stop Jeffrey, does he listen?" "No, not really." Taking a deep breath, Dorothy glanced around the hospital room. Everett was nowhere

was aware of the risks of a flash wedding, yet she could not help being swayed

was getting harder and harder for her to say

to come to a decision, so I thought I'd get your take. Jeffrey's got a laundry list of flaws; he's not who I pictured myself marrying. But at the same time, he's unique, and I feel like he really cares about me." Jeffrey had promised not

the Lopez Corporation, he would

for dinner or a night on the town, but he would flatly refuse, saying he needed to be with his girlfriend. There

a chord with

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