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"Have you fucked her?"

The question had hi on her now He wished he had kept the careful distance he had started with If he had, he ainst her vest-style blouse, the white cotton doing little to hide the dark points fro the arousal in her eyes, but he had been trying to ignore that

"Is that any of your business, Courtney?" he asked her then, his voice gentle He had no desire to hurt her feelings

"Of course it is" Her s with someone who’s already shared your bed, Ian If I wanted to do that, I would have brought one of my maids with er he heard in her voice, as well as the fact that she kneho he played hile he visited Well, heher ain And that was a sha cohter and wife There had been a feho resembled Courtney so closely he could even fool himself for brief moments

"No, Courtney, I haven’t fucked Ivy," he answered her coolly, fighting for a show of strength in the face of a possessiveness toward hi to soften his cock "Any other questions"

A vivid smile shaped her lips "None I just wanted to be certain I would hate to be jealous of a potential friend"

Afore to his back teeth to fuck her and she dared to sit there teasing hi he could to avoid her for the past year, going out of his way to refuse Dane’s invitations, whereas he had accepted theerly in the past He had fantasized about her, drea to have to deny hi he did well

He watched her gaze flicker to his lap and gri his arousal

"You’re going to get intothe situation wasn’t going to solve the problehter against the cloth of her blouse? He knew hisfor a taste of thee of mockery, more toward hi hi he wanted sexually As the owner of The Club, the exclusive men’s club that catered to dominant males whose tastes ran to the extreroup

"Courtney," he sighed her narimaced at the tone of his voice "I’ to treat ed closer The scent of her, peaches and sweet fe like one," he accused her, atteer raging in his loins as she slid across the seat, too close, too war

"Am I?" she whispered sensually "Or perhaps I’ you fuck my maids and moan my name as your head falls back and you climax to a vision only you can see Evidently, a vision of ly, leaving him no room to deny the obvious

And as the point? It wasn’t that he didn’t want her, that he didn’t crave the taste of her It was her innocence, her connection to hiaze? The trust her father placed in him His connection to her was so much more than his connection to anyone else in his life He cared for Courtney Cared for her in ways he had never cared for anyone

He hadn’t anticipated this, he realized He should have In hindsight, he knew he should have expected it froroithin her, just as it had groithin hinore it, or destroy it It was a hunger, a fascination he knew could destroy them all And he cared too much for her to allow that

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, lifting his hand to touch her face, to marvel at the silken feel of her flesh "So fresh and so innocent" He allowed his voice to harden in warning "Don’t push me, Courtney, to destroy that innocence You won’t likeyour affection would hurt me more than you know"

She stared up at him, her dark eyes filled with myriad e, but what he wasn’t In the ers fro down the smooth column of her throat just to feel the warmth and the hard pulse of blood beneath her flesh

"You wantwith need And in that moment, he wanted her even more

"I want you until I burn with it," he admitted bitterly "Until I nearly denied your father’s request to allow you to stay here But I want ive, baby What I want fro flashed in her eyes then So hunger

"Would it? You forget who et, I’ve watched you for years, having sex with my maids And you weren’t alone with them I’m very well aware of what you are, and what you ht froed width throbbed, ached, demanded that he fuck her here and now and responsibilities be damned Yes, she was her parent’s child, and he kneell the sexuality that Dane and Marguerita shared Her father wasn’t one of the leading ame you can play, Courtney" His thuhtened to the point of pain with his need She was so young, so fucking innocent, like a breath of pure, sweet air in his life There was a special type of hell that waited for h to corrupt such innocence His soul was already stained once, he wanted nothing more to mar it

Son of a bitch, arousal had never been this hard to deny in his life though The hunger pulsed, bewitched, te else ever had in his life