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her straining nipple, nibbling gently, he realized he was drawing from her a response neither could have imagined and his hold on her wrists eased.
    They stared deeply into one another’s eyes and when the hand between their bodies moved, he saw her gaze waver, her eyelids flicker. He knew in that moment she was surrendering to him.
    “I’m a virgin,” she told him.
    He nodded for he had suspected as much. It was part of the reason he’d chosen to exact his revenge on Dalton in this way.
    Freeing his cock, he swept it down the folds of her sex, allowing her to feel the moistness that clung to the aching tip. She drew in a shuddering breath but no longer fought him.
    He released her wrists and she lay there for a moment with her arms still crossed over her head but then she hesitantly lifted her hand toward him. Though he shied away slightly from the contact, she ran her fingers through his hair.
    “Don’t hurt me,” she asked, holding his gaze.
    His attention went to her lips and before he knew what he was doing, he had lowered his head to claim her mouth, thrusting his tongue gently inside as she tightened her grip on his hair. He tasted her and lost himself in the sweet honey of her mouth.
    Though he tried not to, he brought pain to her when he eased his cock inside her tight sheath. He filled her, stretched her slowly but when he broke through the fragile membrane, she gasped and tears filled her eyes.
    “I’m sorry,” he heard himself say and it was the first time in years he had apologized to anyone.
    Slowly and as gently as he could he began to move inside her until he felt her body reacting to the depth and rhythm of his thrusts. He was pushing them firmly toward that wondrous place where bliss and lust and desire dwelt. The aching in his groin was intensifying and her juices were flowing as he pumped faster into her sleek warmth. Then ….
    * * * *
    The phone jarred Rory awake and he gasped, sitting up so quickly Angela did not have time to let go of her hold on his hair and he yelped, slapping a hand to his head. He stared at her as his heart raced, his body tensed and primed for a release he was but a hair’s breadth from enjoying.
    “I’m sorry. Were you having a nightmare?” she asked, her gentle eyes searching his pale face.
    The phone rang again and he cursed, stumbling to his feet, trying desperately to hide the thick erection that pushed painfully at his pants.
    “Make that fucking phone stop ringing!” he ordered as he all but ran into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
    Chapter Three

    Bobby Thompson switched his attention from Rory’s sullen face to the new housekeeper’s pleasant smile. He didn’t know what he’d done to annoy Rory but the man was glaring at him as though Bobby had kicked the helpless pup the actor kept insisting he was going to adopt.
    “I’ve been working for him for what--five years now, Rory?” Bobby asked, but the man in question didn’t reply.
    Rory was sitting on the sofa with his knees drawn up and enclosed within the perimeter of his arms. It was a body position that clearly shouted withdrawal.
    Angela turned her head toward Rory, giving him a curious look. “Boss man?” she asked softly and when he glanced at her, she saw his face soften.
    “Don’t call him that or he’ll be unbearable to live with,” Bobby warned.
    “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on,” Rory mumbled.
    “Horse?” Bobby echoed.
    “I’ve got to start supper,” Angela told them and got up from the club chair where she’d been sitting. She smiled at Bobby. “Will you be staying …?”
    “He will not,” Rory interrupted.
    “I will not,” Bobby said and apparently decided he’d worn out his welcome. “I just wanted to drop by and introduce myself since our lord and master didn’t see fit to call me to let me know he’d hired you.”
    “Wasn’t any of your fucking business what I did,” Rory informed him and got up off the sofa and went into his