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than willing to step up to the plate and go to bat for her. It was an alien
feeling.
“And now I will leave you. Get some more rest if you can, you look
exhausted.”
You would be too, if you’d just had sex for the first time. Oh God. Her
face burned with mortification.
Wait. He was leaving? Other than listening to her lungs and asking
her a few questions about previous treatments, he hadn’t even looked at
her yet. She assumed when he’d first come in the room, Cole following
close behind, that he’d want to do a full exam.
“I…you’re leaving?” Damn. Couldn’t she keep her mouth shut? If the
good doctor wanted to leave, why was she trying to stop him?
He sat on the bed beside her and patted her knee like she was a
child. “Was there something else you wanted?”
“No.” She shook her head and smiled to soften her rather harsh
rebuttal. “No I just thought—”
He laughed. “You thought Cole wanted something more, didn’t you.”
There was a twinkle in his eye. “He told me you might think I was here to
do a complete physical on you. I’m not, rest assured. He called and asked
if I would take a look at your asthma, that’s it, not to deem you healthy
enough to bear children.”
She flushed again. Cole had already told him about her
circumstances.
“Yes, he told me everything,” the doctor said, reading her mind. “Like
I said, I personally think your father should be shot, but I know Cole,
and I know he’ll do the right thing. Trust him, he’s a good man.” He
stood and walked to the door.
Trust the man who was blackmailing her? That was kind of a tall
order. Deep inside though, she did. It probably had something to do with
the whole support issue again. Somehow she trusted Cole Masters to
take care of her and her brother.
-46- Blackmailed
Chapter Three
Gentle fingers trapped her ankles and pulled gently, separating legs
and leaving her wide open. Cole knelt between her thighs. He licked his
lips like a big cat, anxious to devour the feast before him.
He bent over her, tickling her hardened nipples with his chest hair, and
stretched her arms above her head.
“Stay,” he whispered, then emphasized the soft command by pressing
her wrists into the mattress.
She shivered and her tummy flipped as he described in detail the
things he wanted to do to her. His erection bobbed against her mound as
he rocked gently above her. The rough hairs of his thighs scratched along
the sensitive skin near her apex, and she squirmed under him.
If he would just touch her clit, she’d explode. Between the erotic words
and the constant rubbing, her body was primed.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
Brianna turned to the interruption. The words were a deep baritone,
different from the ones Cole still whispered in her ear.
“Let’s go, little one, time to get up.”
The voice intruded again, sweeping her away from the bliss just
seconds away.
Except Cole was gone now, leaving behind a wash of cool air on her
heated skin.
Brianna groaned and buried her cheek deeper into her pillow. So soft.
Her pillow had never felt so heavenly. When had the maid replaced it?
She’d have to remember to thank her. She inhaled, not ready to start
another day. Not after the dream she’d been having.
-47- Annmarie McKenna
And why exactly was she dreaming about the man frequently found
on the cover of a magazine?
Bits and pieces congealed, forcing her to remember where she was
and why she was there. The limo, her father demanding she give him an
heir, his threats to Scottie, the doctor visit, Cole. How could she possibly
forget what had happened between them? She came awake slowly. That’s
why she’d dreamed about him. Who wouldn’t? She smiled, thinking
about all the things Cole had made her do and then done to her.
Then reality hit. She was here in absolute carnal bliss while her
brother was home and vulnerable to their father’s neglect
than willing to step up to the plate and go to bat for her. It was an alien
feeling.
“And now I will leave you. Get some more rest if you can, you look
exhausted.”
You would be too, if you’d just had sex for the first time. Oh God. Her
face burned with mortification.
Wait. He was leaving? Other than listening to her lungs and asking
her a few questions about previous treatments, he hadn’t even looked at
her yet. She assumed when he’d first come in the room, Cole following
close behind, that he’d want to do a full exam.
“I…you’re leaving?” Damn. Couldn’t she keep her mouth shut? If the
good doctor wanted to leave, why was she trying to stop him?
He sat on the bed beside her and patted her knee like she was a
child. “Was there something else you wanted?”
“No.” She shook her head and smiled to soften her rather harsh
rebuttal. “No I just thought—”
He laughed. “You thought Cole wanted something more, didn’t you.”
There was a twinkle in his eye. “He told me you might think I was here to
do a complete physical on you. I’m not, rest assured. He called and asked
if I would take a look at your asthma, that’s it, not to deem you healthy
enough to bear children.”
She flushed again. Cole had already told him about her
circumstances.
“Yes, he told me everything,” the doctor said, reading her mind. “Like
I said, I personally think your father should be shot, but I know Cole,
and I know he’ll do the right thing. Trust him, he’s a good man.” He
stood and walked to the door.
Trust the man who was blackmailing her? That was kind of a tall
order. Deep inside though, she did. It probably had something to do with
the whole support issue again. Somehow she trusted Cole Masters to
take care of her and her brother.
-46- Blackmailed
Chapter Three
Gentle fingers trapped her ankles and pulled gently, separating legs
and leaving her wide open. Cole knelt between her thighs. He licked his
lips like a big cat, anxious to devour the feast before him.
He bent over her, tickling her hardened nipples with his chest hair, and
stretched her arms above her head.
“Stay,” he whispered, then emphasized the soft command by pressing
her wrists into the mattress.
She shivered and her tummy flipped as he described in detail the
things he wanted to do to her. His erection bobbed against her mound as
he rocked gently above her. The rough hairs of his thighs scratched along
the sensitive skin near her apex, and she squirmed under him.
If he would just touch her clit, she’d explode. Between the erotic words
and the constant rubbing, her body was primed.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
Brianna turned to the interruption. The words were a deep baritone,
different from the ones Cole still whispered in her ear.
“Let’s go, little one, time to get up.”
The voice intruded again, sweeping her away from the bliss just
seconds away.
Except Cole was gone now, leaving behind a wash of cool air on her
heated skin.
Brianna groaned and buried her cheek deeper into her pillow. So soft.
Her pillow had never felt so heavenly. When had the maid replaced it?
She’d have to remember to thank her. She inhaled, not ready to start
another day. Not after the dream she’d been having.
-47- Annmarie McKenna
And why exactly was she dreaming about the man frequently found
on the cover of a magazine?
Bits and pieces congealed, forcing her to remember where she was
and why she was there. The limo, her father demanding she give him an
heir, his threats to Scottie, the doctor visit, Cole. How could she possibly
forget what had happened between them? She came awake slowly. That’s
why she’d dreamed about him. Who wouldn’t? She smiled, thinking
about all the things Cole had made her do and then done to her.
Then reality hit. She was here in absolute carnal bliss while her
brother was home and vulnerable to their father’s neglect
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