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every morsel placed in front of her. No picking at her food or dieting for a woman like Monty. She burned off every calorie she took in and prison had dropped a good ten pounds from her already lean frame. Still breathtakingly beautiful, sinewy strength replaced the softness to her features that had belied her muscled build.
    He’d give her back that feminine softness.
    After her time in prison, Monty needed a man’s pampering. He could pamper like no other.
    She needed her senses seduced. He could do that, too. Would do that.
    By the time he was through, she’d want him every bit as much as he wanted her. More.
    Physically, their chemistry worked. Why wouldn’t it? They were both healthy, attractive people with greedy sexual appetites. But he wanted more than just her body. He wanted her loyalty, her heart, her all.
    He would have her body, mind, and soul.
    Perhaps purposely teasing him, she closed her mouth around her spoon. Her eyes closed and she looked like she might cum on the spot. His cock stirred, demanding to be sheathed inside her sweet wetness. Never had he wanted a woman the way he craved this one.
    Gerard drank a long swig of wine.
    Soon, very soon, he would be what her body closed around.
     
    Had Monty died and gone to heaven? No, hell, she’d died and gone straight to hell because this chocolate soufflé was positively sinful.
    “Good?”
    She opened her eyes and smiled at Gerard. He’d served her favorite things for their dinner. Her favorite sweet for dessert. Chocolate.
    And all throughout the meal, he’d taken his pleasure in watching her eat. She’d known and, yes, she’d even made her movements more sexual, more seductive. Nothing he didn’t deserve for delaying their gratification.
    She’d never been a patient woman.
    “Delicious.” She licked chocolate from her lips. “As you would know if you’d take a bite.”
    His eyes glittered as he watched her and tingles of awareness shot from her core to the tips of her fingers.
    “Perhaps you recall I have something else in mind for dessert.”
    Despite his earlier refusal to give her what she wanted, he wanted her body with the same fervor she craved sexual release.
    So, why had he insisted upon this scene of seduction? Gifts of clothing and jewelry, good wine, gourmet food, soft music. Definitely, he seduced. Question was, why? He’d had her from the moment he arranged her release from prison.
    Gerard didn’t do things without wanting something in return. But what did she have to offer beyond her body, which she was already willing, eager even, to give to him?
    “You’re scowling.” Gerard’s finger brushed over her brow, smoothing tension lines. “What’s wrong?”
    She set down her spoon, pushed the remainder of her dessert away. “You’ve cleaned me, dressed me, wined me, dined me, but, Gerard, I’m beyond all this. I ache for you.”
    Her words pleased him a great deal if the light in his eyes was any measure.
    “Tell me where you ache, Monty.” He traced his fingertip over her face, slow, torturous movements meant to sensitize her flesh all the more.
    Tiring of his games of seduction, emboldened by her sexual needs, Monty stood, reached to the side of her dress and tugged the zipper down. “Let me show you.”
    She halfway expected him to stop her again, but perhaps his patience had worn thin as well. He watched her with unguarded eyes.
    Desire licked through his blue orbs and blazed across the distance to caress her.
    Standing naked except for the slinky designer heels and the necklace he’d given her, Monty slowly turned, allowing Gerard full view of her body. Had she not already been on fire, the light in his eyes would have sent her up in flames.
    He wouldn’t be turning her away again.
    “You want to know where I ache?” Monty ran her hands across her belly, stroking her skin. “Here. Here. And here. Every inch of me aches.”
    His fingers gripped the armchairs. “This isn’t what I planned,” he warned,