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hell of a lot more going on between him and Janice than any of the things they admitted to. The pounding in his chest testified to his true feelings for her, but he would be damned if he would be the first one to say it. Besides, he’d meant every word that he said. If she ever forced his hand, he had no doubt that he would go after her with the same vengeance as he did any enemy. He hoped for her sake that she never put his patience to a test.
    As her hand curled around his hardened flesh, he groaned out loud. For now she was in control but this was different. This was the bedroom. He didn’t give a damn about giving her the control in the bedroom, just as long as they were both aware that he was giving it to her, that she wasn’t taking it. Control was his to give and his to take away. He groaned louder as she pushed the slacks from his waist and they fell in a puddle at his feet. What the hell, he thought. At this moment she owned him.

Chapter Four
    Simon looked at Janice with wonder. She did it for him each and every time, and even more so when they were having make-up sex.
    Her body was curled around his in a way that made his chest puff out with wonder and longing. His chest tightened even more at the sight of her sweet and sated smile. Who the hell was he fooling? He was in love with her. He had been from the moment he’d seen her across a room filled with hundreds of people. If only he could tell her that. But he couldn’t; she already had too much control over him. His libido was one thing, his heart another.
    When she smiled at him in the manner that she was doing now, he wanted to confess all. But he couldn’t be stupid. He remembered how she’d treated him when they first met, before she’d known who he was.
    He ran a finger down her jawline. “Why are we always fighting?” he asked her softly.
    “Because you’re always trying to control me.”
    There was a slight hint of annoyance in her voice and he thought not to push her. She was trailing her fingers over his body, touching him in just the way he liked being touched. He knew he should shift his focus, not concentrate on what he knew to be an explosive situation.
    Still, they were getting married, and he wanted whatever the hell had frozen her heart to melt away. Something told him the ice in her came from Tommy Strong.
    He didn’t know if she loved the man but he did believe that because of him Janice didn’t or couldn’t confess she loved him. He wanted to hear her say it. He couldn’t let the matter drop until she did.
    He allowed his own fingers to investigate her body. Maybe, just maybe, he could have her mellow enough to answer him without bolting from the bed. His fingers were firmly nestled in her warmth, her wetness pouring over him, her heat searing him and her muscles drawing him in deeper. He heard a soft moan escape her and pushed a little deeper.
    “Do you still love him?” he asked.
    She nestled closer. “Love who?” she asked.
    So that was the way she was going to play it, coy. No, not this time, he thought, this matter was far too important. “Tommy Strong, do you still love him?” he asked and held her tighter when she attempted to squirm away.
    “For God’s sake, Simon.” She roughly removed his hand from her body and shoved him to the side of the bed.
    “If you wanted to know if I was carrying a torch for anyone, why the hell didn’t you just ask?” She glared at him and headed for the shower. He followed.
    “Because you won’t talk to me. You either clam up or tell me it’s not any of my damn business.”
    “Then why the hell don’t you listen?” Janice shrieked.
    Simon glared back. “One minute you tell me to ask, then the next you tell me to mind my own business. How was I supposed to know anything if I didn’t do this? You sure as hell weren’t going to tell me.”
    “That’s my right. What is it with you lately, all this talk about love?” She glared again. “That isn’t what this is about with