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isn’t one. She’s a woman. Later twenties. Not all that much younger than me, if truth be known.
    But his journey through the valley of grief had aged him prematurely. Not physically, but emotionally. He felt as if he was a thousand years old in loss and regret, but in reality, thirty-six was no age at all. And he’d found a way to deal with his life as it was. A set of workable parameters …
    But even so, that still didn’t explain why Jessica Lockhart shook him up like this. She didn’t remind him of Julie. Not in the slightest. They were entirely different types, except perhaps for that elusive quality; that of being untouched, yet curious. The way his wife had been at the dawn of their relationship.
    A sudden image of Julie in her wedding gown pierced him like burning spear, hitting so hard he almost cried out, his excitement and arousal instantly forgotten.
    No. No. No. That’s the past, a paradise that can never be revisited. That state, that love that I once had … That’s a closed book now, and never to be reopened.
    He turned away from the window, and the vision of the waterlogged metropolis and its unknown humanity, all hurrying about their business. Not that he’d even been seeing them.
    The room, for all its sterile utilitarianism and lack of real character, was warm now, both physically and in an obscure, discreet sense that had everything to do with the woman he’d brought up here.
    Perfection was a thing of the past for him now, but he could still have something different, something distracting. The pleasures of the flesh in all their delightful forms were still available to him, and some amenable company for a strictly limited while would be welcome.
    Hmm … flesh. He was back to musing on her thighs again, and back to considering the mouth-watering curve of her bottom as she’d walked away in her trim but damp skirt. His fingers flexed, anticipating soft skin and firm musculature, as he imagined touching and squeezing, not to mention exploring and perhaps even a bit of judicious spanking, should things develop along those lines. She hadn’t ever played any kinky games, he’d wager the entire income from this rather mundane company on that certitude.
    What will your cries of surprise be like, Jessica? Will you moan with pleasure when I touch you? Will you whimper and cry out my name when I’m between those silky thighs of yours, thrusting?
    Ellis McKenna smiled to himself. Life still had the potential to be good, even for him, and as he unscrewed the top of the vacuum flask, the hot, rich cocoa smell only added to his excitement and the gathering thrill.
    His cock leapt, as he imagined those deeper pleasures, better even than the luscious taste of chocolate.
    He always felt better when he was planning a seduction.

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    The robe was divine, if huge. Its quality was all that Jess would expect from a multi-millionaire, a man used to the finest of everything.
    How wealthy was he? It sounded as if his entire family was wealthy, loaded with old money.
    She ran her fingers over the deep pile of the towelling, loving its density. Was this one of his personal robes? He’d obviously driven himself to Windsor, but that wasn’t to say he didn’t have a cadre of minions who’d arrived here separately. PAs and concierge type people who could source anything he desired at the snap of his long, elegant fingers. It’d been around an hour since she’d got out of his car. Plenty of time for diligent gofers to convey this robe from his hotel, or somewhere, to here. She tweaked the lapel as she peered into the mirror.
    Oh, hell, Jess! Just look at you! What a fright!
    All semblance of style had fled from her hair, and even an attempt to dry it on one of Jacobson’s towels hadn’t done much to improve matters.
    Was this what women looked like fresh from Ellis McKenna’s bed? Hair all messy, recently ravished body swathed in his dressing gown? She breathed in deeply, but the garment mainly smelled of laundry.