‘I don’t want to sleep with you,’ she said fiercely, pushing against him as he slid in between the covers.
‘Maybe not,’ he drawled, settling her easily into the curve of his body. ‘But I insist you do.’
‘You damned dictatorial tyrant!’
‘My dear Alyse, I can think of a far more pleasurable way to deploy your energy than by merely wasting it in fighting me.’
She froze at his unmistakable implication. ‘I won’t be used and abused whenever you—’
‘Feel the urge?’ he completed sardonically. ‘I have a twelve-hour day ahead of me, and right now all I have in mind is a few hours’ sleep. Unless you have other ideas, which I’ll gladly oblige, I suggest you simply relax.’
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