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something he excelled at. “Last I recall you set me up to take a fall so I’d be ingratiated to said past lover.”
“That’s what you’ve been doing with Kincaid? Expressing gratitude?” he sneered, the amused light once again snuffed out of his eyes. “A simple thank you wouldn’t work, Monty?”
“My sex life is none of your business.”
“Odd, this morning your sex life was most definitely my business.”
He had her there. Lord, why had she let him inside her?
Her gaze lowered over the black t-shirt wrapped enticingly around his broad chest, over where that broad chest tapered into flat abs, a narrow waist that disappeared into tight black jeans. Not that Ian wore his jeans overly tight. But at the moment his threatened to burst at the seams.
Because his massive arousal pushed against his zipper.
Excitement slid into her belly and danced merrily around.
No! She wouldn’t give in to this man’s charms again. Nor would she give in to her own weaknesses. Her biggest weakness. Him.
“Old habits can be hard to break. Besides you go four months without sex in any shape, form, or fashion and then you can throw the first stone.”
Something shifted in Ian’s gaze. No way.
It couldn’t be. He was deceiving her again. Ian hadn’t been imprisoned, hadn’t had a reason to go without. He’d been free, had been gloriously exuding sexual appeal wherever he went and no doubt women had been falling at his gorgeous feet.
What had flashed in his eyes was just another manipulation, another deceit. No doubt many women had warmed his bed.
Damn him.
And damn her jealousy.
Still, Monty wasn’t above using his apparent desire for her to her advantage. She leaned forward, giving him a clear view of the bra-less cleavage on display beneath her black tank.
His gaze took the bait and hot emotion flashed.
It struck her that they matched up in every way. In clothing. In deceit. In the games they played with each other. Because for all his hard-on, he was toying with her just as much as she was toying with him. Sad, but she knew it was true.
Which unfortunately didn’t damper her body’s response to his nearness.
Ian made her panties wet, made her pussy hungry for what he alone could give her.
The predatory look in his eyes as he undid his seat belt said he knew she was wet. For him.
He didn’t say anything, just reached down and undid her safety belt as well and pulled her to her feet. In one quick downward tug, Monty’s tank bunched beneath her bare breasts, lifting her breasts. Why hadn’t she worn a bra?
Ian’s gaze feasted on her puckered nipples.
That was why. Because she’d known a bra would only be in the way. Would only provide yet another unnecessary barrier between them.
He grazed his thumb over her nipple, not rough, but not gentle, either. The peak hardened, strained toward him, begging for his mouth. Its jealous twin did the same.
Monty didn’t move, didn’t dare take a breath.
She should stop him, but wouldn’t. How could you stop the moon from rising in the night sky?
She needed him as surely as an addict needed their next fix. Needed him more than pride could abate.
Her breasts rose and fell in heavy breaths, aching with her need, aching with their addiction to Ian’s touch.
“I smell your desire, Monty.” His thumb continued its torturous circling. “Sweet and intoxicating, but poisonous, too.”
Poisonous? “Should I remind you who betrayed who?”
“Betrayal comes in many forms.”
His answer startled her, momentarily distracted her from the electric sensations whirling through his mid-section. “I never betrayed you, Ian.”
“Didn’t you?”
She stared at him long moments. “Are you afraid of me, Ian? Is that what Sumner’s was about? Why you set me up even after everything we’d shared?”
“No,” he denied. But she wasn’t so sure that he wasn’t yet again lying to her. That knowledge pushed her forward a step, causing her breasts to smash against the
“That’s what you’ve been doing with Kincaid? Expressing gratitude?” he sneered, the amused light once again snuffed out of his eyes. “A simple thank you wouldn’t work, Monty?”
“My sex life is none of your business.”
“Odd, this morning your sex life was most definitely my business.”
He had her there. Lord, why had she let him inside her?
Her gaze lowered over the black t-shirt wrapped enticingly around his broad chest, over where that broad chest tapered into flat abs, a narrow waist that disappeared into tight black jeans. Not that Ian wore his jeans overly tight. But at the moment his threatened to burst at the seams.
Because his massive arousal pushed against his zipper.
Excitement slid into her belly and danced merrily around.
No! She wouldn’t give in to this man’s charms again. Nor would she give in to her own weaknesses. Her biggest weakness. Him.
“Old habits can be hard to break. Besides you go four months without sex in any shape, form, or fashion and then you can throw the first stone.”
Something shifted in Ian’s gaze. No way.
It couldn’t be. He was deceiving her again. Ian hadn’t been imprisoned, hadn’t had a reason to go without. He’d been free, had been gloriously exuding sexual appeal wherever he went and no doubt women had been falling at his gorgeous feet.
What had flashed in his eyes was just another manipulation, another deceit. No doubt many women had warmed his bed.
Damn him.
And damn her jealousy.
Still, Monty wasn’t above using his apparent desire for her to her advantage. She leaned forward, giving him a clear view of the bra-less cleavage on display beneath her black tank.
His gaze took the bait and hot emotion flashed.
It struck her that they matched up in every way. In clothing. In deceit. In the games they played with each other. Because for all his hard-on, he was toying with her just as much as she was toying with him. Sad, but she knew it was true.
Which unfortunately didn’t damper her body’s response to his nearness.
Ian made her panties wet, made her pussy hungry for what he alone could give her.
The predatory look in his eyes as he undid his seat belt said he knew she was wet. For him.
He didn’t say anything, just reached down and undid her safety belt as well and pulled her to her feet. In one quick downward tug, Monty’s tank bunched beneath her bare breasts, lifting her breasts. Why hadn’t she worn a bra?
Ian’s gaze feasted on her puckered nipples.
That was why. Because she’d known a bra would only be in the way. Would only provide yet another unnecessary barrier between them.
He grazed his thumb over her nipple, not rough, but not gentle, either. The peak hardened, strained toward him, begging for his mouth. Its jealous twin did the same.
Monty didn’t move, didn’t dare take a breath.
She should stop him, but wouldn’t. How could you stop the moon from rising in the night sky?
She needed him as surely as an addict needed their next fix. Needed him more than pride could abate.
Her breasts rose and fell in heavy breaths, aching with her need, aching with their addiction to Ian’s touch.
“I smell your desire, Monty.” His thumb continued its torturous circling. “Sweet and intoxicating, but poisonous, too.”
Poisonous? “Should I remind you who betrayed who?”
“Betrayal comes in many forms.”
His answer startled her, momentarily distracted her from the electric sensations whirling through his mid-section. “I never betrayed you, Ian.”
“Didn’t you?”
She stared at him long moments. “Are you afraid of me, Ian? Is that what Sumner’s was about? Why you set me up even after everything we’d shared?”
“No,” he denied. But she wasn’t so sure that he wasn’t yet again lying to her. That knowledge pushed her forward a step, causing her breasts to smash against the
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