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in her mind forever. She grabbed Kit’s ass pulling him to her,
urging him on.
    “Faster Kit,” Stella moaned as the heat from his shaft sent
off spirals of pleasure through her body. She wanted to explode, to dissolve,
to collapse in a heap with a smile on her face. “Oh yes,” Stella moaned as Kit
started to increase the pace and pound into her.
    Kit knew his control was shot the minute Stella told him to
fuck her. He knew he wouldn’t last long after that but that was okay. He had
plans to savor this woman slowly later. This first time was just a teaser for
what was to come. He watched as Stella arched her back in release and yelled
his name out loud. She was definitely a princess in his eyes. He slammed into
her one last time and groaned as he came.
    “I can’t believe I just had sex on a garden table where
anyone could walk past.” Stella clasped Kit as he collapsed forward onto her
body.
    “But no one did.” Kit kissed her passionately and held her
close to him, feeling her heart beat in time with his. He had never felt this
good after sex. Nothing could possibly ruin this moment.
    But fate, being fate, had other plans.
    “Kit Kincaid I command you to return the idol,” commanded
loud female voice.
    “Bloody hell, talk about timing.”

Chapter Three
     
    “What the…” They had company? How frigging embarrassing. How
long had someone been watching? Stella tried to sit up at the sound of the
voice but Kit was still inside her. She pushed at his chest.
    Kit pulled out of Stella’s body, hauled up his pants and
turned to face the woman he knew would be standing there. The woman was always
dramatic and always around when he least wanted her to be.
    “Camille, how are you?” Kit didn’t really care, but it was
always best to be polite with your enemies. The redheaded woman didn’t look
happy with him but then he hadn’t expected she would. They were not exactly
friends. Kit was annoyed she had tracked him down to this wedding. He didn’t
like his enemies knowing his whereabouts so easily.
     
    Camille Forveaux, the woman in question, looked at the blond
man before her gaze strayed to the half naked woman furiously trying to cover
herself. Camille had been that woman and not so long ago. Kit was a hard man to
ignore when he wanted you. Poor, deluded woman, she had no idea what was in
store for her. Had she already gone ahead and fallen for the blond man ? She
focused again on him. He was the reason she was there.
    “I want the idol, Kit.” She came and stood before him. The
smell of his lovemaking lingered in the air. She looked at him dispassionately.
He was a hot, sexy man who had used her and Camille had every intention of
making him pay if he did not return what was hers.
     
    Stella looked at the woman in amazement. She was tall and
stunningly beautiful. She was dressed in a long, almost medieval-looking
lavender gown and she had a royal blue cape, with a hood, wrapped around her
shoulders. Who the hell dressed like that anymore? What was going on here?
Stella looked at Kit. What was this “idol” thing she was talking about? And why
did she have to be almost naked when this chat occurred? Talk about being at a
disadvantage. She closed her legs and tried to act as nonchalant as the
situation allowed.
    “I don’t have the idol, Camille.” Kit had it, but he
intended to keep it until he was good and ready to let it go. And it wasn’t going
back to Camille. She didn’t own it any more that he did.
    “Don’t lie to me Kit. I know you have it. You slept with me
to get it. You stole it from me like the thief you are.” And that made Camille
angry. The fact that he had used her to get the idol made her feel foolish.
    Stella looked at the woman then at Kit. She wanted to say
she wasn’t shocked but she was. That Kit slept with the redhead didn’t surprise
her. This Camille person was stunning and from what little she knew of Kit,
there seemed every likelihood he would have had sex with her.