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They drove back to the ranch and headed up to the house to grab a quick shower before getting down to the business of cracking the data contained in Dulcie’s computer. Spence adjusted the shower and then they helped each other undress. Their lovemaking took many forms and many degrees of intensity.
Spence backed into the enormous shower and pulled her in with him. From the moment he’d seen her dually he’d been hard. Harper didn’t have to do anything but breathe to arouse him. She was it for him. He’d fallen hopelessly, madly, and irrevocably in love with her. They’d have plenty to figure out trying to mesh their lives together, but he had no intention of living without her.
Her nipples were stiff, and the steam only seemed to magnify the scent of her arousal. He bent down to suckle her stiffened tips only for a moment as he slipped his hand between her legs to confirm what he already knew. She was ripe and ready. Harper moaned and leaned back against the tile wall. He linked his hands beneath her ass and then lifted her, using the wall for leverage.
“Put your legs around me.”
He lifted her a little higher and then positioned himself so that as he slid her slowly down the wall, he impaled her with his rigid staff. Harper’s moans and his groans filled the shower. He filled her up completely, but she was so slick and wet that he easily took her in a single pass. He began to thrust up and down, holding her in place so he had complete control over his penetration.
Over and over, he surged in and out, picking up the pace as he slammed into her. Her muscles clamped down on him as she climaxed, falling forward and giving him all her weight. But that was nothing. To have Harper riding his cock was more than he’d ever hoped for. Pleasure and complete joy coursed through his veins. They had been made for each other. No woman had ever made him feel the things she did.
A few short hard thrusts and her pussy trembled up and down his length as he leaned into her, pressing her against the tile as the steam swirled all around them like some primeval mist. His arms tightened around her as he drove deep a final time, drawing out a second orgasm from her to coincide with his. His cock swelled and he began pumping his cum into her.
After the maelstrom was over, he lifted her off and they began to wash one another with gentle hands and murmured endearments. They should both have been exhausted, but the connection between them flowed strong and seemed somehow to revive them.
As they stepped out, Harper turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you, Spence. Promise me we’ll always figure out what the other one needs and make sure they get it.”
“I love you too, Harper, but never forget—I said it first. As for giving each other what we need? All you have to do is let me know.”
“And you’ll get me anything?”
“I’ll lasso you the moon and drag it down to earth if I think it will make you happy.”
And he meant it. There was something about Harper that had the ability to soothe his soul and transform even weariness to action. Resolute in their commitment to solve the enigma of Dulcie’s laptop, he and Harper got dressed and made their way up to her office to see if they couldn’t decipher the riddle Dulcie had left them.
CHAPTER12
Harper sat down at her desk and opened Dulcie’s laptop, staring for a moment at the wallpaper background—an early picture of Harper riding a horse over a hunter course.
“It was staring at me the whole time,” she said by way of explanation as she held the laptop for him to see.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, you lost me. Is that you?”
“Yes, on my very first horse—an Appaloosa we called Caesar,” she said, excitedly.
“Still muddling around in the dark.”
“Well, first off, after staring at this damn picture, it occurred to me to try Caesar as a password. It’s an old, old picture, and my parents bought Caesar for Dulcie. The funny thing is that she didn’t particularly like his leopard spotting and was convinced she was going to be a jockey.” Before he could ask, she said, “She quickly figured out she was going to be too tall to be a jockey. She wanted nothing to do with him, which is why I never sell horses as presents. I adored him, and he felt the same, so my parents gave him to me.”
“How old were you?”
“That’s the right question, because it provides the last piece of the cipher.”
“Again—dark.”
“The Caesar code is named after Julius Caesar, who used the cipher to encode messages he didn’t want to fall into the wrong hands. It’s pretty simple once you know what you’re looking at and what the shift number is.”
He continued to look at her with a blank expression.
“The question you need to ask yourself is how old I was in the picture.”
“Okay, how old were you in the picture?”
“Seven, and once you know that, it’s easy to break the cipher.”
“Do I even want to know how you know this?”
“Dulcie and I used to send each other messages all the time and encrypt them so mom and dad didn’t know what we were doing. The code works by substituting each letter in the alphabet by shifting it right or left by a specific number of letters. I was always left; Dulcie was always right, and we used the ages that we were at the time for how many letters we shifted. Obviously…”
