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“You need me?” He asked with surprise. It had been so long since a woman had said as much to him. How long had he been married to the calculating, beautiful bitch? Three years? He shook his head. Time to lay that ghost to rest. By laying this delectable temptress instead.
He plunged into her, hard and deep, crying out
as her muscles expanded and then tightened around his length. He froze, as he adjusted to the sensation of this woman. With surprise, he noticed how perfect she felt for him. How completely her body seemed to welcome his. He moved, slowly, at first, watching her face to understand what pleased her. Then, faster and faster, stoking her fires so that they burned hotter and hotter.
When she came, she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, and her hands pressed into his back. He had seen her do it twice, and he thought it was possibly one of the most addictive reactions he’d known. He thrust once more and chased after her, finally freeing himself.
God, he hated his wife, and now, he had finally broken the bonds of their marriage and separated himself for good.
He rolled away from the redhead, pleasure and relief coursing through him. He was free. He reached over and wrapped some of her hair around his hand, marvelling at its lustrous glow. “Is this your natural color?”
Maggie’s laugh was genuinely amused. “Yes.”
“Why do you laugh?”
“I don’t know your name,” she pointed out, a little dishonestly. “And you don’t know mine. And yet you ask about my hair color?”
“Do names matter?” He asked seriously, his dark eyes scanning her face.
Maggie shrugged, spectacularly un-self-conscious in her naked state of recline. “No. I suppose not.”
“Good. We are in agreement then. No names.”
“Fine by me.”
“No names. No promises.”
“No promises.” She nodded. “You aren’t secretly married are you?” She couldn’t resist prodding.
His smile was grim. “No marriage. No children. Thank God.”
She watched him carefully. “You don’t want that?”
“No.” He smiled. “I am my own person. I do not want to compromise that with commitments – to a family. That is not my way.”
She nodded slowly, and her understanding seemed to relax him.
“I want to have you in every way imaginable, over and over again. Can you stay the night?”
Her heart turned over at the very explicitly sexual request he’d made.
“I have to leave early tomorrow.”
“Until then?”
Maggie’s body was still tingling as it came down from the high of her orgasm. She wasn’t going anywhere. She nodded.
“Excellent.”
One night. No names. No consequences. Just sex.
CHAPTER ONE
Two years later.
The grand country house was decked out with all the Christmas trimmings. Swags of Ivy and Holly adorned every stair well. Misteltoe was clumped in attractive looking posies, suspended from the Tudor support beams. And the air was heavy with the smell of mulled wine and mince pies.
“Everything is spectacular, Maggie,” Lady Cressida Andrews said with a frosty smile. “Your father didn’t exaggerate your talents.”
