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this loving family and he simply lapped it up.
    Until his body betrayed him. He had just turned eighteen and had a man’s body. One summer evening, Elle came in from the garden. Overnight, it seemed, Elle was turning into a woman. She’d been a beautiful little girl and was turning into a spectacular woman. Right then, on that summer day, with a sundress that outlined her small perfect breasts and tiny waist, shiny pale blond hair rippling down her back, she dazzled Nick. From being Elle his little shadow, she had suddenly morphed overnight into Elle a stunning girl on the verge of womanhood—and his body reacted instantly, instinctively.
    He’d been having sex for a couple of years, but none of his bed partners had looked anything like Elle.
    Before he could think, before he could shake himself from staring at her, he got a massive hard-on. Right then Elle was the most desirable sex partner any man could ever want and before he could will his dick down, before he could even be ashamed of himself, he caught the judge’s hard gaze. Nick was wearing sweats and the judge could clearly see the effect Elle had on him. A boner big as a house.
    And his life split into two once more.
    No words were spoken. None were needed.
    That afternoon, the judge called Nick into his office. The huge safe was open, empty. A stack of bills in plastic-wrapped bricks sat on the judge’s desk.
    The judge was sitting behind his desk, his gaze stern but not enraged. Nick understood completely. The judge had a beautiful and innocent young daughter to protect. Nick would have done the same. Actually, being more hot-blooded, if he had a daughter like Elle to protect, he would have beaten the mongrel to a pulp if he saw the guy get a woodie staring at her.
    The judge shoved the bricks of hundred dollar bills across his desk and pointed to an open sports bag on the floor. Inside were some of Nick’s clothes, clean and ironed, but most of the space was for the money. Nick stacked the bills inside, looked at the judge, nodded, and walked out of the study, out of the house, and out of that life.
    In the bag, he later counted twenty-five thousand dollars in cash, obviously all the cash the judge had at hand. More than Nick deserved.
    He’d headed south, to Fort Bragg.
    Why did you leave us ? Elle asked. He’d left because he was unworthy to stay in that house one more minute, but Nick didn’t know how to say that.
    He also didn’t know how to watch Elle cry. It unmanned him, made his stomach swoop with distress. Worse than that first jump out of a plane.
    “Why?” Elle asked again, and reached out for his hand.
    There was no resisting her. He wouldn’t have done anything five years ago. She’d been a young girl. His body had betrayed him. Luckily he’d known better than to give his body what it wanted.
    But now? She wasn’t a young girl, she was a woman and blindingly beautiful. She was no longer the pretty girl of privilege, she was a beautiful woman who had suffered. Overly thin, unsmiling, stunning.
    Absolutely irresistible.
    When her small hand closed around his, he felt an electric shock go up his arm and his body betrayed him all over again. A nuclear reaction he was totally unable to control.
    He stood up so fast his chair fell over, pulled her into his arms so hard he could feel the breath leaving her body, but it didn’t make any difference because she could breathe through his mouth, through him.
    And oh, how she tasted. Like honey. All those years of fucking other women and he hadn’t allowed himself once to wonder how Elle tasted. Not once, not while he was awake. His dreams—ah, that was something else. In his dreams he wondered . . . in his dreams he sometimes felt her presence, but this was nothing like his dreams; it was a million times better.
    She was struggling against him, but he was so blasted with lust it took some time for him to catch on. She was fighting him, trying to get away . . .
    Oh God.
    It was his worst