bent, notched his hard cock right against all that sweet flesh he couldn’t wait to plunder.
After five years of believing he would never hold Maddie again, Brock’s self-control shattered. He could not find the sanity to care. He needed this kiss—needed her—beyond reason. And he needed to know she was not indifferent to him.
He grazed his lips over the soft skin of her throat, panting. “Sweet girl.”
“ Brock…” she mewled. That was all he needed to hear.
Ruthlessly, Brock plunged deep into her mouth again, stroking, exploring, desperate to get her out of her clothes. Maddie’s moist lips opened wider for his kiss. Her hands upon his chest, once meant as a barricade, now slid about his neck. She grasped handfuls of his hair and moaned again, deep in her throat. Bloody hell, the sound made him ache to carry her to his desk, lift her skirts, work his cock deep into her, and ride her until satisfaction claimed them both.
He drew in a breath, then rasped against her lips, “I want you—every bit of you—mind, body, and soul, Maddie. I want you now.”
With a gasp, she stiffened and tore herself out of his arms. Backing away from him, she clapped her palm over her swollen, red-berry mouth and shook her head, her eyes a mixture of accusation and desire.
“ Haven’t you done enough to ruin my life already? I swear that if you’ll let me repay you over time, I won’t fail. But please, I’m begging you, leave me alone.”
Her words flayed him with bitter anger. He’d ruined her life? “Don’t be stubborn. Marry me. I’ll be good to you, provide financial stability. You’ve seen that I can make you want me, Maddie. God knows I want you.” He reached for her again.
She shook her head and darted for the door. “No. Never again.”
#
The next night, Maddie paced the floor of Colin’s empty, unlet St. John’s Wood cottage, watching her shadow on the wall from the room’s few candles. Would Brock answer her summons? She had to believe that, promised compensation, he would come.
Now, Maddie prayed she had the fortitude to deliver.
The clues had been in front of her for days—the cottage in St. John’s Wood, the clothing Brock had given her, the assumptions of the ton . But yesterday’s blistering kiss had snapped the last puzzle piece in place.
She shoved aside the gust of hot lust that had swept through her at Brock’s kiss. He had simply taken her by surprise yesterday. She was a woman grown, in control, and could elude the sexual web he sought to trap her in. She must. Besides, Colin had called her a cold fish and lost all interest in sharing her bed. Eventually, Brock would, too. Probably faster if she stopped challenging him.
With her new plan, Brock would sacrifice his ambitions because she refused to be his pawn twice. And her plan was perfect, except…she had no notion how to seduce him.
The cottage’s front door squeaked open. She saw only the outline of Brock’s body, tall, taut, broad-shouldered—definitely all man. Apprehension and awareness curled in Maddie’s belly.
Please let this work.
Behind him, Brock shut the door softly, then his measured steps brought him across the tiled floor, slowly, slowly, until the candlelight illuminated his strong, expressionless features. His dark hair gleamed a deep mahogany.
“ Why did you ask me here? I am through negotiating, Maddie. I’m interested only in payment in full or your hand in marriage.”
His words were hardly encouraging. Maybe this idea was a mistake, maybe he didn’t want her... Then she saw his gaze touch her lips, linger on her breasts, measuring the span of her waist, her hips.
“ I think we have another possibility to consider, Brock.” Maddie purposely let his first name roll off her tongue.
His hot stare snapped to her face. His green eyes held anger, yes. But they also glowed with want. His body grew taut.
She sidled closer and placed a shaking hand on his chest—doing her best to ignore his firm,
After five years of believing he would never hold Maddie again, Brock’s self-control shattered. He could not find the sanity to care. He needed this kiss—needed her—beyond reason. And he needed to know she was not indifferent to him.
He grazed his lips over the soft skin of her throat, panting. “Sweet girl.”
“ Brock…” she mewled. That was all he needed to hear.
Ruthlessly, Brock plunged deep into her mouth again, stroking, exploring, desperate to get her out of her clothes. Maddie’s moist lips opened wider for his kiss. Her hands upon his chest, once meant as a barricade, now slid about his neck. She grasped handfuls of his hair and moaned again, deep in her throat. Bloody hell, the sound made him ache to carry her to his desk, lift her skirts, work his cock deep into her, and ride her until satisfaction claimed them both.
He drew in a breath, then rasped against her lips, “I want you—every bit of you—mind, body, and soul, Maddie. I want you now.”
With a gasp, she stiffened and tore herself out of his arms. Backing away from him, she clapped her palm over her swollen, red-berry mouth and shook her head, her eyes a mixture of accusation and desire.
“ Haven’t you done enough to ruin my life already? I swear that if you’ll let me repay you over time, I won’t fail. But please, I’m begging you, leave me alone.”
Her words flayed him with bitter anger. He’d ruined her life? “Don’t be stubborn. Marry me. I’ll be good to you, provide financial stability. You’ve seen that I can make you want me, Maddie. God knows I want you.” He reached for her again.
She shook her head and darted for the door. “No. Never again.”
#
The next night, Maddie paced the floor of Colin’s empty, unlet St. John’s Wood cottage, watching her shadow on the wall from the room’s few candles. Would Brock answer her summons? She had to believe that, promised compensation, he would come.
Now, Maddie prayed she had the fortitude to deliver.
The clues had been in front of her for days—the cottage in St. John’s Wood, the clothing Brock had given her, the assumptions of the ton . But yesterday’s blistering kiss had snapped the last puzzle piece in place.
She shoved aside the gust of hot lust that had swept through her at Brock’s kiss. He had simply taken her by surprise yesterday. She was a woman grown, in control, and could elude the sexual web he sought to trap her in. She must. Besides, Colin had called her a cold fish and lost all interest in sharing her bed. Eventually, Brock would, too. Probably faster if she stopped challenging him.
With her new plan, Brock would sacrifice his ambitions because she refused to be his pawn twice. And her plan was perfect, except…she had no notion how to seduce him.
The cottage’s front door squeaked open. She saw only the outline of Brock’s body, tall, taut, broad-shouldered—definitely all man. Apprehension and awareness curled in Maddie’s belly.
Please let this work.
Behind him, Brock shut the door softly, then his measured steps brought him across the tiled floor, slowly, slowly, until the candlelight illuminated his strong, expressionless features. His dark hair gleamed a deep mahogany.
“ Why did you ask me here? I am through negotiating, Maddie. I’m interested only in payment in full or your hand in marriage.”
His words were hardly encouraging. Maybe this idea was a mistake, maybe he didn’t want her... Then she saw his gaze touch her lips, linger on her breasts, measuring the span of her waist, her hips.
“ I think we have another possibility to consider, Brock.” Maddie purposely let his first name roll off her tongue.
His hot stare snapped to her face. His green eyes held anger, yes. But they also glowed with want. His body grew taut.
She sidled closer and placed a shaking hand on his chest—doing her best to ignore his firm,
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