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trying to block the warm, encompassing feel of him. His manly flavor and scent spurred her deeper into the kiss, under the spell of that conquering mouth. She moaned.
Suddenly, Brock pulled away, panting, his eyes hard, hot, accusing.
Maddie grabbed his broad shoulders and clung. “You would enjoy such an arrangement.”
“ Do you think so?” He covered her shoulder with his hand, his clasp firm, as if he wanted to be certain she felt it.
Brock was up to something. Maddie tried not to panic, not to want. “Of course. That kiss... There’s still fire between us. That was only the beginning.”
“ If I took you as my mistress—” His palm left her shoulder to brush her collarbones— “Be assured I would...” His hands inched down, down— “bed you until you could no longer remember the feel of your body without mine. Until you could no longer breathe without me deep inside you.”
His words made Maddie feel faint. His burning green gaze fastened on her breasts just as she felt his warm hand slide lower still, finally to cup her. She gasped as sensation crashed over her. But Brock wasn’t done. He traced lazy circles with his thumb until her nipple tingled, swelled, stood glaringly erect. Desire jolted between her legs, and she let loose a moan.
Her knees nearly buckled beneath her. She melted toward him, swaying into his embrace. Maddie close her eyes, losing herself in his touch. But that voice in the back of her head wouldn’t let her forget that this was a game to Brock. He meant to unnerve her. Or test her. Likely, he believed that she would swat his hand away and chastise him, proving her offer a sham. At the moment, Maddie couldn’t utter anything more than a groan.
“ Of course,” he leaned in to whisper in her ear, still thumbing her nipple, wishing he would touch her lower, where she really ached. “I can bed a wife as well.”
As quickly as a flash of lightning, Brock dropped his hand, then turned for the door.
Brock was leaving? No! Her offer was supposed to entice him. Blast him, she had set aside her pride, her scruples, to protect her daughter and her independence from Brock’s ruthless control.
On trembling legs, she darted after him. “Stay. Consider my offer.”
Fury etched itself into every hard line of his face. Propelled by the force of it, Maddie stepped away.
“ We have nothing further to discuss on this subject. Marry me or face the consequences.”
He reached for the door. Maddie grew desperate.
“ I shall be here,” she blurted. “Each midnight, I will lie here and wait for you.”
Brock shot her a narrow-eyed glance over his shoulder, riddled with anger and contempt. “You’re in for a damned long wait.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Maddie paced the floor of her late husband’s St. John’s Wood cottage, the clay brick beneath her as cold as Brock’s reaction to her idea of becoming his mistress.
An entire week has passed, and still he had not appeared to claim the passion she had been so certain he wanted. She’d been unable to erase the feel of his hot mouth possessing her own.
But she refused to allow the pleasure of Brock’s kiss to dictate her actions. He was her adversary. As ugly as it was, she had to use him, as he once had used her.
She had just one flaw in her plan... He still intrigued her.
Pace, turn; pace, turn. Brock Taylor’s charisma, intelligence, and accomplishments intrigued her. At the most inopportune times, she caught herself thinking of him, staring even. Maddie sighed. She hated to admit that some part of her yearned for him. The young girl still inside her whose heart he’d broken, perhaps? Whatever the reason, he was forbidden. And the forbidden, Brock had taught her, was dangerous, just like the man himself.
Dangerous enough to throw her and Aimee into the Fleet? She wanted to believe that he wouldn’t. But with Brock, anything was possible.
She sighed and forced herself to sit on the overstuffed sofa in the cozy, firelit room. That
Suddenly, Brock pulled away, panting, his eyes hard, hot, accusing.
Maddie grabbed his broad shoulders and clung. “You would enjoy such an arrangement.”
“ Do you think so?” He covered her shoulder with his hand, his clasp firm, as if he wanted to be certain she felt it.
Brock was up to something. Maddie tried not to panic, not to want. “Of course. That kiss... There’s still fire between us. That was only the beginning.”
“ If I took you as my mistress—” His palm left her shoulder to brush her collarbones— “Be assured I would...” His hands inched down, down— “bed you until you could no longer remember the feel of your body without mine. Until you could no longer breathe without me deep inside you.”
His words made Maddie feel faint. His burning green gaze fastened on her breasts just as she felt his warm hand slide lower still, finally to cup her. She gasped as sensation crashed over her. But Brock wasn’t done. He traced lazy circles with his thumb until her nipple tingled, swelled, stood glaringly erect. Desire jolted between her legs, and she let loose a moan.
Her knees nearly buckled beneath her. She melted toward him, swaying into his embrace. Maddie close her eyes, losing herself in his touch. But that voice in the back of her head wouldn’t let her forget that this was a game to Brock. He meant to unnerve her. Or test her. Likely, he believed that she would swat his hand away and chastise him, proving her offer a sham. At the moment, Maddie couldn’t utter anything more than a groan.
“ Of course,” he leaned in to whisper in her ear, still thumbing her nipple, wishing he would touch her lower, where she really ached. “I can bed a wife as well.”
As quickly as a flash of lightning, Brock dropped his hand, then turned for the door.
Brock was leaving? No! Her offer was supposed to entice him. Blast him, she had set aside her pride, her scruples, to protect her daughter and her independence from Brock’s ruthless control.
On trembling legs, she darted after him. “Stay. Consider my offer.”
Fury etched itself into every hard line of his face. Propelled by the force of it, Maddie stepped away.
“ We have nothing further to discuss on this subject. Marry me or face the consequences.”
He reached for the door. Maddie grew desperate.
“ I shall be here,” she blurted. “Each midnight, I will lie here and wait for you.”
Brock shot her a narrow-eyed glance over his shoulder, riddled with anger and contempt. “You’re in for a damned long wait.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Maddie paced the floor of her late husband’s St. John’s Wood cottage, the clay brick beneath her as cold as Brock’s reaction to her idea of becoming his mistress.
An entire week has passed, and still he had not appeared to claim the passion she had been so certain he wanted. She’d been unable to erase the feel of his hot mouth possessing her own.
But she refused to allow the pleasure of Brock’s kiss to dictate her actions. He was her adversary. As ugly as it was, she had to use him, as he once had used her.
She had just one flaw in her plan... He still intrigued her.
Pace, turn; pace, turn. Brock Taylor’s charisma, intelligence, and accomplishments intrigued her. At the most inopportune times, she caught herself thinking of him, staring even. Maddie sighed. She hated to admit that some part of her yearned for him. The young girl still inside her whose heart he’d broken, perhaps? Whatever the reason, he was forbidden. And the forbidden, Brock had taught her, was dangerous, just like the man himself.
Dangerous enough to throw her and Aimee into the Fleet? She wanted to believe that he wouldn’t. But with Brock, anything was possible.
She sighed and forced herself to sit on the overstuffed sofa in the cozy, firelit room. That
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