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sorry to have taken up so much of your time.” She waited for him to take her proffered hand. “Goodbye. Sebastian.” He still ignored her gesture.
    “I want to say hello to your aunts.” He alighted from the car and opened the passenger door for her before she could protest.
    “They’re not here.” She swung her legs onto the gravel-packed ground and marched to the front door, the key already in her hand. The sooner she got on the other side of the door the better. Her ice shield melted and lessened under his gaze, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, the brutal heat from his body. All those components played havoc with her defenses. “I’ve been trying to reach them all day.” She managed to get the key into the lock. “But please, if you’re here tomorrow, by all means come by then. Thanks again and goodbye.” She slipped inside the house and locked the door. The keys dropped from her hand as she slid down to the floor in a puddle of helplessness.
     
    Sebastian leaned into the passenger door of his car, crossed his arms and legs and stared at the red-varnished door of the thatch-roofed cottage. His vibrating cell phone cut into his thoughts.
    “We want to know. Any progress yet? Did you find the one already?” The deep voice of his friend Zach resounded in his ear.
    “Don’t sound so fucking smug.”
    “Hey, you pulled the shortest straw, so go forth and be the first of us to beget heirs,” Nick yelled in the background.
    Yeah, that’s what they did. Pulled straws. Real adult. But Zachery Wilson and Nickolas Coutrane felt the same way he did. One, they weren’t going to live forever. Two, if they died there’d be no more Grays or Wilsons or Coutranes left in the world to continue the legacies left behind by their own fathers. Their time together in Special Forces erased all hope of forming meaningful relationships, or any relationships at all. When they’d finished their last term with the government and entered high society as the heads of famous entrepreneurial empires, they had attracted all sorts of public attention, yet their pasts were still kept top secret. Sexy this and most wanted for that, it had everything to do with their bodies.
    But over a bottle of vintage brandy, Sebastian drew the shortest straw and was appointed the task of being the first of the infamous bachelors to wet his feet in the marriage-and-kids pool.
    “What do you guys want?” Sebastian wondered what kind of sons he’d leave behind to run his renowned textile empire. He supposed that depended on the woman he chose, which explained why he came back home.
    “We’re landing in about an hour. See you at the house?” Zach asked.
    “Don’t you idiots have work to do?” Ah, fuck. They were going to make his life a fucking misery.
    “Nah. We want to show you our undying support.”
    He’d been about to tell Nick what he could do with his undying support when the red door of the cottage swung open and Michelle charged toward him. His heart pummeled inside his chest. Every nerve in his body tightened. Butterflies, bloody butterflies, swam around in his stomach and in his head. She stopped his breath.
    “I think I found her,” he said softly before pocketing his phone split seconds before she slung her legs around his waist.
    The heat of her pussy surged through Sebastian’s clothes. He carried her lithe body through the door, down the hall, to where he remembered her bedroom being. He dropped her onto the bed and went down with her.
    She tore at his clothes, throwing his shirt to the other side of the room before she tackled his trousers. He balanced on his hands, raising himself away from her body so she could undo his belt and zip.
    “There’s a condom in my pocket.” Her fingers delved into the pocket on his right, skimming his painfully erect cock. “The other one,” he rasped, ready to explode at the slightest touch of her hand. But a surge of guilt started in the hollow of his stomach. There had to be