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three-walled room housing an adjacent walk-in closet, the flowers were almost sickly sweet, nearly overpowering the room, or that could have been her nerves talking. After all, Trey was behind her, once more.
    “If you need anything else, just call downstairs.” His sex-husky voice rumbled through her. “Staff knows to be at your beck and call.”
    Again, she refused to thank him. “I guess I won’t lack for…anything.” From a small round window she noticed a designated adult area, a grotto pool complete with lovers’ secretive alcoves. She wondered what it would be like to take Stephen into one of those hidden spots, letting him take her hard and fast even though others could easily catch them. Then she realized that would never happen unless she found a way out of this startling predicament.
    “I can’t help but notice you’re a little grouchy,” he murmured silkily, closing every available space between her back and his chest without pressing against her.
    “I’m tired.”
    “It’s only six.”
    “Julian said you may be called to France at any moment.” She thought of his jet just waiting on the tarmac for him, and also the fact that he was going to take her without even asking first.
    He trailed his fingertips down her arm, in a delicate way as though he were reading braille. “I intended on taking you, but after what happened on Dylan’s estate. I want you here under lock and key.” His palm stopped on the outside of her hand, his fingers sliding between hers as he lifted her hand to his lips. “My lock.” He kissed her fingertips one by one. “My key.” Trey brought their combined hands to her stomach, just above her sex, and held it there. “Protected.”
    “If you think someone can do something to your plane, you shouldn’t ride in it yourself.” Why did her voice sound husky?
    “Again, like this morning, I’m getting mixed signals from you.” He slid his whiskered jaw across hers, his mouth landing at her ear. “Perhaps you want more than our daily kisses.” Sucking her earlobe between his lips, he bit gently. “Tell me.” Her pussy echoed the movement, clenching when he took another nip. “Do you?”
    “Nope.”
    He lowered his mouth, growling against her throat, “Watch them, Elizabeth.”
    “Watch who?”
    “Down below,” he said, keeping his mouth on her throat, but lowering their joined hands to just above her clitoris, “in the grotto.”
    How could he see the lone couple in the hot tub fucking? She swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But Libby couldn’t tear her eyes away from the primal sight. The woman had her bikini bottom pulled to the side. The man was heavy between her legs, moving his tight ass in and out.
    “I don’t have to see them to know they’re there. Someone is always fucking in that grotto. You’re a terrible liar.”
    “That’s not such a bad trait, is it?” A shiver went down Libby’s spine. She’d trade places with that woman in a heartbeat, spending a few minutes in fantasyland with a primed cock between her legs sounded sublime. “I’d rather be a terrible liar than a good one.”
    Dipping his head, he bit her shoulder, his hand moving even lower. A slow stroke rolled intimately over her bundle of nerves and a telltale tremor rippled through her vagina. “Why, Elizabeth, are you getting righteous on me?”
    Wiggling out of his hold, she argued, “I’m not getting anything on you.”
    “I won’t push.” He dropped his hands from her, stepping away. “But just so you know, you won’t be taking Stephen’s cock while you wear my ring.”
    Okay, so that really pissed her off, but she caught — ‘while you wear my ring’. She chose her words tactfully, though never forgetting he was a crafty fox. “And if you decide not to get tied down with little-ole-me, do I still get the land around the firehouse without going through more court battles?” She had no funds left for any future court battles.