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tempting she could barely keep her
    senses intact.
    “James.” Her breath caught in arousal as his fingers went to the tiny buttons of her
    bodice. Her breasts were unbound beneath the fabric, her nipples hard, on fire for his
    touch.
    “I’ve dreamed of touching you, Ella,” he whispered, his green eyes darkening, the
    thick black lashes lowering sensually over the wicked orbs. “Ached to taste you. Do you
    have any idea the hell I’ve gone through for the last ten years, wanting to hear you
    scream my name as you climax for me?”
    A whimper escaped her lips as the last button of the dress came free, and he was
    able to spread the edges apart with slow deliberation. Her body was laid out before him
    then, only the thin silk of her panties left to cover the front of her body.
    “You’re wet for me, Ella,” he whispered, his eyes centering on the pale green
    triangle of fabric. “And you still shave your pretty pussy, don’t you? When my tongue
    caresses it, laps up all that thick cream, you’ll feel every soft touch, won’t you?”
    His hand spread her legs slowly. Ella gripped the sides of the lounger, watching
    him, mesmerized by the sensuality in his expression, the hunger reflected in his eyes, in
    the curve of his lips.
    “James.” She whispered his name, her voice rough, pleading as she caught his
    hands when they moved to the band of her panties. “I can’t…” She couldn’t finish the
    sentence, couldn’t force the words past her lips.
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    “Can’t what, baby?” he asked her gently, his fingers hooking in the elastic, pulling
    her panties down, away from her weak grip. “Can’t lay back and feel good for me?
    Can’t see if what we’ve waited for all these years isn’t as good as our imaginations?
    Why can’t you do that?”
    He was hypnotizing her, she thought desperately. Stealing her will with the sound
    of his deep, rough voice. Making her crazy for him with that dark, hooded look.
    She trembled as he removed the scrap of silk then spread her legs wider. All the
    while he watched her from the side of the lounger, his chest moving hard and fast, as he
    seemed to fight for breath himself, his eyes darkening lustfully.
    “Damn, Ella, you’re prettier than I ever imagined.” His hand moved up her thigh
    until his fingers grazed the desperate heat and thick juices that coated her cunt. The
    proof of her weakness. The proof that she was just as depraved, just as perverted as Jase
    had been, because she knew, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt exactly what James
    wanted from her.
    “I can’t.” She jerked from him, moving before he could stop her, stumbling from the
    lounger then rushing desperately away from him. Away from her own needs.
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Chapter Seven
    Jumping to her feet, she rushed to her bedroom, fighting her tears, her fears. James’
    voice was dark, angry behind her, spurring her forward, making her heart beat in
    dread. If he touched her again, asked her again, she wouldn’t be able to refuse him. He
    was her weakness. He was her sin.
    She slammed the door behind her, then fought to drag the suitcase from her closet.
    She couldn’t stand it. If he wouldn’t leave, then she would. He could have the fucking
    house. Do whatever the hell he wanted. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She ignored her
    dress as it flared away from the front of her body, ignored her nakedness beneath it. She
    had to leave, had to get away from him.
    Bent over, her mind centered on pulling the damned case from the small utility
    closet, she was unaware that James had followed her until he burst into the bedroom,
    gripped her hips and tossed her on the bed.
    “Damn you,” she screeched as she came to her knees, clutching the sides of her
    dress. Her eyes widened as she watched him undress. Slowly. Watching her with
    narrowed, intent eyes.
    The air in the bedroom heated, thinned, until she had to fight for breath. She sat on
    her knees, gripping the