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Authors: Lora Leigh
Tags: Fiction, Erotic Literature
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merriest chase of his life.
"Chase is a goner," he promised his wife.
"Rather like you?" She kissed his chin. A smile curved her lips as he stared into her pretty gray eyes and felt that familiar hunger sweeping through him.
"Maybe close." He grinned.
Chase watched Kia. That dress was killing him. The cashmere draped down her shoulders, and the bodice was snug, barely hinting at the valley of her breasts, though it cupped and caressed the mounds like a lover's hands. It snugged down her body to her hips, then flared over her legs, and fell to the floor in a swath of graceful, soft fabric.
She had walked away from conversation with Tessa Andrews. Few people walked away from Tessa. She was warmhearted, kind, and she drew people to her.
Kia's expression bit at his heart as she did it. Walked away, hunger reflecting in her brilliant blue eyes as she did so. She'd wanted to stay. She had wanted to laugh and joke as the women behind her did, and she had wanted to join in with them. Instead, she had forced herself to walk away.
Damn her. The more he checked into the life she had lived in the past two years, the more furious he became. He should have kept a closer watch on her, should have made certain she was doing okay.
What had made him imagine she would be smart enough to do as he told her to? To come to him if Drew approached her again.
She hadn't. Unofficial reports stated that in the past year Drew had begun an intense campaign to force her back into the marriage.
The chances of his succeeding might appear slim, but Chase was betting Drew knew already what Chase was just learning. Kia had completely isolated herself. She had no friends, no lovers. She had acquaintances, but no one she shared confidences with.
That loneliness was destructive. Chase knew it was. He had been there, long ago and far away, and he knew it didn't work.
As he watched, he ground his teeth in anger. Daniel Conover, cousin to Lucian and Devril Conover, members of the club and co-lovers to that little spitfire Tally Rafferty, had stopped her.
Daniel's blond good looks, his suave and practiced flirtiness always charmed women.
"Daniel didn't waste much time, did he?" Khalid remarked beside Chase.
The bastard was laughing at him. Chase should have known better than to start socializing with the damned mocking, self-proclaimed playboy. Khalid prided himself on driving his father insane by convincing the world at large that he was a lazy, shiftless spoiled rich boy on the make. He prided himself on driving his friends crazy, too.
"Daniel doesn't have a chance," Chase growled.
To which Khalid gave a noncommittal little hum.
"What the hell does that mean?" He frowned at the other man.
"What does what mean?" Khalid was openly laughing now.
"That sound," Chase said.
"It merely means whatever you think." Khalid shrugged. "But Daniel is rather popular with the women. And as we've found out, Kia has become rather alone. Women should never be alone in such ways, Chase. It's a crime against nature, against their very instincts."
"Don't start lecturing me on women, Khalid," he retorted.
"And so there goes my fun for the night." Khalid chuckled. "I wonder if Ian would allow me to dance with Courtney. I wouldn't have to worry about her groping me in public as that shameless little Rebecca Harding did."
There was an edge of censure in Khalid's voice that Chase rarely heard. He would have commented on it, but Daniel chose that moment to actually touch Kia. He reached out and ran the backs of his fingers down her arm. Chase had had enough.
He wondered if he really growled.
"Should I have the limo brought around?" Khalid asked him, more than just amused now.
Chase didn't bother answering him. Khalid would have his driver on call and the limo would be at the door in seconds if they needed it.
He made his way through the crowd, nodding as guests called to him, ignoring questions, his eyes narrowed, his entire focus on Kia.
She was shaking her head as
"Chase is a goner," he promised his wife.
"Rather like you?" She kissed his chin. A smile curved her lips as he stared into her pretty gray eyes and felt that familiar hunger sweeping through him.
"Maybe close." He grinned.
Chase watched Kia. That dress was killing him. The cashmere draped down her shoulders, and the bodice was snug, barely hinting at the valley of her breasts, though it cupped and caressed the mounds like a lover's hands. It snugged down her body to her hips, then flared over her legs, and fell to the floor in a swath of graceful, soft fabric.
She had walked away from conversation with Tessa Andrews. Few people walked away from Tessa. She was warmhearted, kind, and she drew people to her.
Kia's expression bit at his heart as she did it. Walked away, hunger reflecting in her brilliant blue eyes as she did so. She'd wanted to stay. She had wanted to laugh and joke as the women behind her did, and she had wanted to join in with them. Instead, she had forced herself to walk away.
Damn her. The more he checked into the life she had lived in the past two years, the more furious he became. He should have kept a closer watch on her, should have made certain she was doing okay.
What had made him imagine she would be smart enough to do as he told her to? To come to him if Drew approached her again.
She hadn't. Unofficial reports stated that in the past year Drew had begun an intense campaign to force her back into the marriage.
The chances of his succeeding might appear slim, but Chase was betting Drew knew already what Chase was just learning. Kia had completely isolated herself. She had no friends, no lovers. She had acquaintances, but no one she shared confidences with.
That loneliness was destructive. Chase knew it was. He had been there, long ago and far away, and he knew it didn't work.
As he watched, he ground his teeth in anger. Daniel Conover, cousin to Lucian and Devril Conover, members of the club and co-lovers to that little spitfire Tally Rafferty, had stopped her.
Daniel's blond good looks, his suave and practiced flirtiness always charmed women.
"Daniel didn't waste much time, did he?" Khalid remarked beside Chase.
The bastard was laughing at him. Chase should have known better than to start socializing with the damned mocking, self-proclaimed playboy. Khalid prided himself on driving his father insane by convincing the world at large that he was a lazy, shiftless spoiled rich boy on the make. He prided himself on driving his friends crazy, too.
"Daniel doesn't have a chance," Chase growled.
To which Khalid gave a noncommittal little hum.
"What the hell does that mean?" He frowned at the other man.
"What does what mean?" Khalid was openly laughing now.
"That sound," Chase said.
"It merely means whatever you think." Khalid shrugged. "But Daniel is rather popular with the women. And as we've found out, Kia has become rather alone. Women should never be alone in such ways, Chase. It's a crime against nature, against their very instincts."
"Don't start lecturing me on women, Khalid," he retorted.
"And so there goes my fun for the night." Khalid chuckled. "I wonder if Ian would allow me to dance with Courtney. I wouldn't have to worry about her groping me in public as that shameless little Rebecca Harding did."
There was an edge of censure in Khalid's voice that Chase rarely heard. He would have commented on it, but Daniel chose that moment to actually touch Kia. He reached out and ran the backs of his fingers down her arm. Chase had had enough.
He wondered if he really growled.
"Should I have the limo brought around?" Khalid asked him, more than just amused now.
Chase didn't bother answering him. Khalid would have his driver on call and the limo would be at the door in seconds if they needed it.
He made his way through the crowd, nodding as guests called to him, ignoring questions, his eyes narrowed, his entire focus on Kia.
She was shaking her head as
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