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Fuck, I messed up. I was man enough to admit that I had underestimated her and our connection to each other. I’d thought I could simply seduce the information from her, and the kiss would only be used to distract her, so she couldn’t tell what I wanted.
But then, the second I got close to her, the second I kissed her, all my well-laid plans scattered. I couldn’t even think of anything past the taste of her, the heated feel of her body against mine, and her moans in my ears, against my lips.
I thought a kiss might be enough to assuage my curiosity and get her out of my system, but it only made it worse. At the very least, this memory was going to torment my dreams for a while. I could already feel it.
Fuck. I got to my feet and ran my hand through my hair.
Who the fuck is this girl, and why the fuck am I so obsessed with her?
“Doesn’t matter,” I muttered to myself. I didn’t plan on taking this any further than it already had. I owed that much to Dom. I was only going to use his daughter, but I wasn’t going to hurt her. I was going to let her go, with her delectable body intact for the most part.
As much as it would probably kill me to do so.
All that mattered was finding out if she knew about the will or not. I noticed the imperceptible shift of her gaze when I mentioned receiving any correspondence from her father, which meant she was lying. Maybe she did have the letter. Or, at the very least, she had spoken to her dad before he died.
But if she did, why didn’t she know about the will? Especially since she had been back in town for a week already.
Was that the real reason she was in town, rather than the bullshit about reconnecting with her father? Because she didn’t seem like she gave one damn about the man at all.
I sighed and decided to talk to the lawyer, Mansen, later.
There was something very fishy about what was going on here, and I needed to get to the bottom of it.
* * *
There wasa naked woman on top of me. It was a petite brunette with wavy hair that swept over my chest as she crawled over my body.
“Who are you?” I asked as I ran my hand through her hair, noting the familiar way the light bounced off the loose curls.
The woman looked up at me, and recognition slammed into me. It was Emily, and she had the most seductive expression I’d ever seen in my life.
As she bit her plump lips, her face flushed with passion.
It was her eyes that told me everything I needed to know.
She licked her lips as she glanced up at me, her gaze a hazy brown, like warm melted chocolate.
“Chris,” Emily said, moaning, and she didn’t have to ask twice. I flipped so she was under me and held myself over her, admiring her body. Fuck, she was magnificent. Long lean lines made up her tiny compact body, but there was a soft curvature to her hips, and the mounds of her breasts were definitely more than a handful. Her nipples were small and pink, and they beckoned me.
I licked one of them, and she gasped, drawing my attention back to her face. Her eyes were lost in desire. So damn hot.
“What do you want?” I whispered against the skin of her neck. She squirmed against the sheets, and I went lower, nipping and tasting as I went. Soft like a baby. Her subtle smell that I still couldn’t describe washed over me, and I was getting drunk on it. “Tell me,” I demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
“Anything,” she whispered, writhing against the sheets. “You can do anything.”
Fuck, why did she have to say it like that? My cock ached so much, and I knew I was definitely leaking precum.
I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to taste her, to sip directly from the nectar that had tormented me all these months.
I shifted on the bed, traveling lower, my mouth bushing over the light hairs of her mound. Her musky scent drifted to me, and her light cries echoed in my ear. I licked her slit, tasting it again, and it drove me crazy. Fuck, what was that? Ambrosia? Opium?
It hit just like a drug, and before I knew it, I was lapping at her like a crazed man, like I was a slave to her body or an addict that just needed the second hit. I ate her out until I couldn’t breathe or think without her. Until everything became her.
“My daughter.”
The word whispered in my mind was an intrusion on the moment. I glanced up to tell whoever it was to get the fuck out and blinked at the dark figure in front of me, a man with dark hair and eyes who looked furious.
“Get off my daughter, you bastard.”
