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lifted and he stared
down into her glazed eyes. “ Here is where you belong.” He emphasized
“here” with a small movement of his hips, and then penetrated her pussy with
one hard thrust that sheathed half his erection. “And here is where I
belong.” Again he punctuated the word with another stroke that buried him
balls-deep inside her sex. Her shocked gasp heated his lips as, for the first
time, she took his cock in two short thrusts.
    “There you go,” he whispered and dipped in her mouth for a
short kiss. “Fuck, I can feel your pussy shivering around my dick, baby.” He
groaned and pressed his forehead to hers. “This is where we belong.” He
rolled his hips and stroked his pelvis over her clit. When she lifted her legs
and encircled his waist, the balls of her feet settling in the small of his
back for a long ride, he withdrew, emitting a groan at the exquisite pleasure
of her flesh dragging over his sensitive shaft. “Don’t try to leave again,
Rowyn,” he murmured, voice hoarse with lust and a fierce need that had nothing
to do with his cock and everything to do with his heart. “I won’t let you go
again.”
    And with that promise thrown between them, he proceeded to
make love to her, branding her as she’d already done to him.
    * * * * *
    “Thank you.” Rowyn nodded as she accepted the glass of
champagne from the server. God, she hated these tedious parties. She lifted the
drink to her lips and sipped, not in the mood for the alcohol or the social
event. She would have preferred to remain locked up Darius’ hotel room with
him. Or over him. Under him.
    A small smile curved her lips. She hid it behind the rim of
her glass, but nothing could suppress the warmth that unfurled in her belly.
The last two days had been…magical. From walking among the shops of Boston
hand-in-hand to the hours of hot sex…No. Not sex. Making love.
    For her, she’d made love last night and this morning. In one
afternoon, Darius knew her like no other person. His compassion and kindness
had rubbed balm over the wounds in her soul and his touch had conveyed how
special he found her. Rowyn had felt beautiful. Even…loved.
    She slammed the mental brakes and skidded all over the road
called “happily ever after.” One night—okay, two and a half days—didn’t make
their ending a fairy tale.
    Let’s face it. I’ve known so little love, it would be a
simple leap to confuse affection and great sex with something deeper. Don’t be
a fool.
    Her smile dimmed. Pamela, her mother, couldn’t give her
love. What made her think Darius would?
    “You look like you have the weight of the world on your
shoulders,” Wanda said in lieu of greeting as she pressed her cheek to Rowyn’s.
“Someone with champagne in her hand should not appear so serious.”
    Rowyn snorted. “I’m just answering the royal decree to
attend this event. I have exactly”—she shot a discreet glance at her wrist—”one
hour and forty-three minutes before I can leave.”
    “Come on, Ro,” her friend drawled. “One would think you
weren’t excited to be here.” They stared at each other for a long second before
snickering into their champagne glasses.
    “When did you get here?” Rowyn asked.
    “About fifteen minutes ago.” Wanda fell silent and—her
brown-eyed gaze inscrutable—studied Rowyn. “I heard about the potential merger.
And the women’s fashion division being the guinea pig.”
    Rowyn shrugged with forced nonchalance. That particular
knife had yet to be yanked from her heart. “It’s Daniel’s company to run as he
sees best.” The company line. And so much bullshit.
    “That’s bullshit,” Wanda snapped, echoing her thought. Her
friend edged closer and lowered her voice, but her fury rang as clear as a
bell. “He is your stepfather. There were other departments to consider and
choose from. Departments almost as profitable too. I bet he didn’t even tell
you what he’d planned.” At Rowyn’s silence, Wanda’s full