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Jayne’s hands tangle in her curls, holding her closer, deepening the kiss. She touches him possessively, with purpose; she knows what she does to him. He trembles. He doesn’t care that she knows. He’s not the only one. He pulls her hair to get access to the sensitive curve of her neck. She doesn’t resist and he is merciless with his lips, tongue and teeth. She rewards him with a throaty groan as her fingers dig into his back.

He releases her, grasps the edges of her nightgown and rips it, letting the pieces fall to the floor. Then he is on her, sucking her nipple into his mouth, greedily moving to the next, palming the curve of her pi gu, feeling her silk covered heat cradle his monstrous hard on. With a groan, he turns her around, bends her over the table and grabs his blade.

“Don’t move,” he growls then slices through the wet silk covering her luscious pi gu.

She arches as it flutters to the floor between her spread legs. She says nothing when he stabs the heavy blade two inches into the table. Obediently, she waits for his touch, and though it takes only seconds for his eyes to take in the sexy fall of her curls over her shoulders, the small hollow of her back, her curvy small waist, she moans impatiently.

“Now.”

With a muttered curse, he palms her center and lets his fingers play in her wetness as she moans his name and trembles under his hands. Zoë is ready to take all of him and he strains with anticipation. One hand holds her hips steady; the other guides him to her center. Head thrown back, he groans violently as he plunges—

“JAYNE!”

Jayne’s eyes flew open as he steadied himself against the shower wall. He groaned his frustration to the empty shower stall.

“JAYNE!” Mal’s bellow drew closer.

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