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  The things every woman deserved to hear her man say.

  "I may be distant and harsh and I might not be the best-looking man, but I promise to try my hardest to make you happy. I promise to love you as you deserve to be loved."

  "Ansley,” she murmured softly and stepped to him. He took her in his arms, pressing their warm bodies together. Without thought, Ansley captured her lips in a dark, demanding kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting every inch of her. His hands moved down her body, skimming over the dip in her waist, before landing on her hip. His fingers dug into the tempting flesh there, pulling her hard against the aching bulge between his thighs.

  Sophia tilted her head, slanted her mouth over his, deepened the erotic kiss, and groaned. She lifted her hands and wrapped her arms around his neck while her fingers threaded through his hair, teasing the sensitive scalp.

  It was the game. They'd played it before, several times over the weekend, but it was still jarring. It always left his mind and senses open, fully alert from the excitement. Feathered touches seemed to go straight to his soul, whispered words exploded in his mind, and most importantly of all, the hunger seemed bone deep.

  He broke off the kiss. “Sophia, I need you. Please be with me."

  She gifted him with a tremulous smile, emotion shining in her dark gaze. “As if I could do anything else.” Then she stood on her toes and kissed him softly.

  "Damn, Sophia.” He lowered her to the floor so that their bodies were against one another. “I feel like I've known you for years."

  Her smile widened. “I feel the same way, Ansley."

  He reached out and brushed aside a stray strand of hair, then looked deep into her eyes. “This is insane."

  Her smile slipped, and for one moment, the depth of her feelings shone on her face. “I know. This doesn't make much sense, but for once I don't want to think."

  "I can help with that.” He placed an openmouthed kiss where her jaw met her neck and then made his way south, placing kisses along her flesh as he went. The buttons on her flirty blouse easily slipped through their eyeholes to reveal her rich brown skin in degrees until she only wore her bra.

  Black lace greeted him. Plump breasts were showcased beautifully, and Ansley found himself touched by the beauty of her lingerie. It was apparent that Sophia had packed with care, or she normally wore such gorgeous things. Either way he was very pleased.

  He threw her shirt aside and unsnapped her bra. She was such a vision of beauty, Ansley also cursed out loud when she slipped out of the straps and let the cups fall to reveal her breasts. He was man enough to admit that he'd spent a lot of time thinking about this moment, but the reality was much better than the fantasy. Desperate to be with her, he went to work on her breeches. Molded to her skin, they were more difficult to remove, but he eventually got them off to find Sophia wore matching panties.

  Ansley curled his fingers over her sensual underwear and pulled them down her hips. She lifted her hips, aiding him. His fingers wrapped around both thighs and spread her legs. Then he propped one on his shoulder, further opening her to him.

  The first touch of his tongue to her pussy brought a moan to her plump lips. Ansley swirled his tongue against the swollen nub at the apex of her sex. She shivered against him and spoke his name in a breathy moan that curled low and teased his balls. Needing to pleasure her, he wrapped his lips around her passion bud and suckled her clitoris hard, flicking his tongue against it at the same time. “Lord,” she moaned. Her hands landed on her chest, cupping her breasts. He watched the beautiful image of her unconscious sexuality. Then she began to tease her nipples as she rocked her hips against his mouth.

  He teased her flesh until she was wet, caressed her sheath until she was close to release. Then he settled himself between her thighs. He fished in his pocket for the protection he'd placed there earlier as he looked over her supine body. Eyes closed, body nude, Sophia was a sight to behold. No matter what happened after that weekend, he would remember the way she looked at that moment.

  Like his own piece of heaven.

  His free hand drifted between them to release his aching cock as he lifted the foil to his mouth and tore it open. He quickly sheathed himself and placed his cock along the folds of her sex. Despite the desire to be inside her that clawed at him, he teased her slick mound, using his rigid length to caress her.

  "Ansley.” There was a warning in the single word. Smart enough to know when to listen, he leaned forward, holding himself up with one arm while one hand placed his erection at her entrance.

  Her hands glided along his shoulders, moved down his back, before her nails dug into his back, holding him closer to her. The bite of her touch made Ansley painfully aware of just how much his caress excited her.

  "Oh, Ansley,” she moaned as she clung to him.

  Ansley couldn't wait anymore to be inside of her. He dipped his head and captured her mouth in a torrid kiss. He pressed his hard length to the parted lips of her sex. Desire riding him hard, he couldn't take her slowly. He thrust the full length of his cock deep into her wet heat in one stroke. She groaned his name. The sultry, throaty sound seemed to spike his desire for her. Her nails clawed down his back, digging into his skin, as she pressed her hips to his, taking him deeper within her pussy.

  He wondered how he'd gone eighteen months with only conversations to tide him over. The scalding heat of her moist sheath shredded what little control he held over himself. She felt too good, too right, too perfect, to ignore. He doubted he'd be able to do without her.

  He withdrew only to thrust back into her pussy.

  "Yes. Lord, yes,” she called out.

  He kissed her lips, her neck, her collarbone, every inch of her he could touch as he plunged into her. Needing a deeper connection, he lifted his head, caught her gaze, and held it as he plundered her cunt, stroking inside of her to touch the indentation on the inside of her sex. She didn't break his gaze, letting him see her every pleasure, and Ansley felt like he was seeing the depths of her soul.

  "Christ, I'm coming,” she groaned and lowered her lashes. Her scream of pleasure rent through the air, echoing in the cavernous room as her tight sex convulsed around him.

  She was absolutely breathtaking when she found satisfaction. He had never seen a more beautiful sight, never wanted to please a woman more.

  Ansley blinked hard at the streak of pleasure that shot through him when she climaxed. He ground his teeth and staved off the desire to come with her. Ansley withdrew and surged back into her, increasing his pace.

  "Oh Lord, Ansley."

  Sophia lifted one of her thighs to drape it over his back. The simple act allowed him to touch her more deeply. He continued his sensual assault with deliberate strokes. She rocked forward, her clit brushing against him. Her legs shook, trembling against him. He pumped his hips harder and faster.

  She threw her head back and cried out as her cunt broke out into powerful spasms around his turgid length, coercing him to come with her. He couldn't ignore her call and found his release deep within her tempting body. Body slick, heart pounding, he lay against her pliant body. After a few moments of catching his breath, he looked down to find her staring at him.

  "That was...” Her trembling voice drifted off before she could finish the statement, but Ansley knew exactly what she meant.

  "Yes.” A dream come true, he silently added.

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  Chapter Nine

  Bad Influence

  "Who would be so foolish as to leave this beauty alone?"

  She stood at the end of the hall, staring up at one of the many fine works of art that filled the estate. She smiled slowly when the man's words reached her. Whatever woman he was talking to was lucky. There was so much pleasure in his voice, anyone listening would know he was smitten. Curious, she glanced over her shoulder to look at the couple, only to find a single man standing a few feet behind her.

  Where is—With a light gasp, she realized th
at the man was speaking about her. He took a step toward her. She tried to think of something smart to say in response that wouldn't lead him on. She had an idea what was coming, and although the man was good-looking, she was not interested in him.

  Ansley was the only man she wanted.

  A gust of warm breeze drifted into the hall from one of the windows that lined the walls. Carried on it came the scent of newly polished wood and something stronger, something distinctively masculine. It was the lightest aroma, but it commanded her attention. He smiled, flashing her even white teeth and strode forward. He stopped when less than two feet stood between them. Even though he stood in her personal space, Sophia didn't find the need to step back.

  Blond, shoulder-length, wavy hair cascaded to fall just above his shoulder, the wisps swirling gently around his face. A study of masculine beauty, the man's face appeared perfectly symmetrical, with deep, slate gray eyes set beneath strong dark blond brows and framed by matching thick lashes. Dark circles lay beneath his eyes, and exhaustion shined in his gaze. Rather than take away from his attractiveness, it made him all the more real, all the more enticing.

  His nose was aquiline, but with a slight bump in the middle that attested to a long ago break. His jaw was squared, hard, with a ruthless edge that told her not all of its strength was genetic. This man, when set on something, saw it through the end.

  His skin was clear as cream and just as pale. It would have been considered delicate on a woman, but on him, a man standing over six feet and broad shouldered, it was strangely dramatic. There was nothing feminine about him, he was all man, but looking up at him, Sophia wanted to lift her hand and brush her fingers against his sharp cheekbone to see if his skin was as soft as it looked.

  It was the only portion of the man that looked even remotely soft, and it called to her.

  He held out his hand. “My name is Jacob, Jacob Bainsworth."

  Her lips parted in surprise. She'd heard many things said about the multimillionaire. She had never seen any pictures, so she'd imagined he was older, a lot older than the young man standing before her, who didn't appear to be more than thirty years old.

  "And you are Mrs. Wilde, aren't you?"

  She felt her face heat up with embarrassment. She was standing in front of him, silent as a mute, even though he was speaking to her. “Yes, I am she,” she replied as she took his offered hand.

  He smiled. The act lit up his features so that he appeared even more devilishly handsome. Despite her best intentions, she felt a flutter of pleasure deep in her lower abdomen at the sight. A single woman would be powerless against him.

  A single woman?

  Sophia smiled as she considered the track her thoughts had taken. Whether Ansley knew it or not, she was his. She'd be feeling the sting of his departure at the end of the weekend, but she'd come to realize that she could not and would not fight what was happening between them.

  The weekend wasn't even over, yet she'd found enough memories and pleasure to last her a lifetime.

  "He's a very lucky man."

  She focused on the man in front of her, on the emotion in his voice. There was such pain and longing there she found she couldn't ignore it. “Mr. Bainsworth..."

  "I hope he appreciates you, truly appreciates you."

  Although Jacob never said the words, she felt them. If Ansley didn't value her, he would. Though the offer was tempting, she couldn't accept it. Her heart already belonged to another man. “I am very happy with him."

  He gave her a small smile. “Then I'm happy for you.” He paused and looked up at the painting. They stood in silence for several moments, him staring at the art, her wondering what was coming next. “Would you like to join me for tea?"

  She wasn't expecting Ansley for some time, and any companionship was appreciated, but there was the issue of Jacob's apparent attraction to her. Before accepting his invitation, she needed to make something clear.

  His smile widened and he held out his hand, palm up. “I am well aware that this means nothing."

  "Right.” She accepted his hand. He was very perceptive, answering as though she'd spoken her question out loud. They walked in silence until they reached a dark, cherrywood door. Sophia looked around the hall to find that they were in a part of the estate she'd never been to before. Not a hard feat, considering the size of the property, but this section was markedly different. All the doors were made of cherrywood. From what she'd seen, it was the only area with such detail.

  Jacob opened the door and held out his hand, gesturing for her to enter before him. She stepped into the room and was immediately taken by the beauty that surrounded her. Heavy, sumptuous red silk drapes adorned the large open windows. Gleaming wood floors rounded out the sight.

  In the middle of the room sat a table just large enough for two. Two sterling silver cups and a matching teapot sat on it.

  She strode across the room and reached for one of the chairs. Jacob was already there, pushing back her chair. She smiled at him in thanks as she took her seat. He took his own. Even though she wasn't interested in him sexually, she couldn't help but watch the fine play of muscles as he sat before her.

  He lifted the delicate teapot in his large, competent hands and poised it over her cup. “Why are you here, Mrs. Wilde? What are you searching for?"

  A sharp frisson of fear shot through her at his words. Knowing she couldn't let him see panic, she took a deep breath and clasped her hands tightly on her lap. “What do you mean?” she asked as calmly as possible. She was proud to say that there wasn't a single tremor in her voice.

  He waited until he filled her teacup before responding. “Everyone comes to this event looking for something. Some are simply looking for something to reignite their relationship...” He drifted off and looked at her expectantly. She had to give him points for tenacity.

  "And others?” she prompted.

  "Well, others are looking for something much more, something as important as the final angle to their triangle,” he replied as he filled his own cup.

  "We're not looking to become a threesome."

  "Sugar? Milk?” She declined both and took a sip from her tea.

  "What are you looking for?"

  She went with the truth, at least as close as she could say without revealing they came for the armor. “Simply to get closer to one another. This weekend was a gift of sorts. Sometimes everyday life can get in the way of love. We're just trying to get back to that."

  "Already?"

  She considered his simple question as she drank the hot, fragrant drink. “It's always been my position that one needs to take care of what's important before it spoils. A relationship requires nurturing."

  "Smart words from an intelligent lady. I'm going to have to take that to heart."

  "Thank you.” She blinked hard at him as exhaustion quickly crept upon her. Although she hadn't slept the night before, the strength of her fatigue surprised her. She expected to get through the day with a few cups of coffee. Despite the fact that she'd had two that morning, she was so tired she wanted to sleep right then and there.

  "Mrs. Wilde, one more question?"

  Feeling as though her head weighed a ton, she lifted it slowly. “Yes?"

  "What do you want most in this world?"

  "Ansley,” she whispered as the exhaustion became too great to ignore.

  * * * *

  She woke from a dream to a nightmare. Her muscles ached and she was kneeling on the floor. She started to stand but stilled when she realized why she was in pain. Her muscles were fatigued from the awkward position of having her arms stretched high above her head while she knelt on the ground. On top of that, she was blindfolded. To make matters worse, she was naked.

  Sophia wasn't sure how long she'd knelt there, only that it was enough time for her body to protest the act.

  As she came to her full height, an image of what she looked like flashed through her mind. Her heart rate increased with excitement and fear. Once, while surfing the I
nternet, she'd come across a picture of woman bound and blindfolded for her master's pleasure. The image seared its way into her brain, providing many nights of fantasies.

  Now she was that woman.

  If this was how Bainsworth responded when turned down ... She attempted to jerk her hands free from the bar. Despite her most earnest tries, her arms barely budged. Whoever tied her knew what he was doing. She was going to kill Bainsworth when she got out of there.

  As she thought of all the horrible, gruesome things she wanted to do to one of the richest men in the state, she heard the soft sound of footsteps. Sophia stilled, realizing she was not alone. She began tugging on the ropes with renewed determination.

  "If you keep that up, you'll give yourself rope burn."

  Sophia froze at the sound of Ansley's distinctive voice. Still, she asked, “Ansley?” unsure if she was imagining he was there.

  "Yes, Sophia, it's me. Just me."

  She breathed a sigh of relief. “Please untie me."

  "And why would I want to do that, Sophia, when this is how I've been dreaming of having you, bound and helpless, utterly at my mercy."

  The calmly uttered words sounded loud to her, jarring almost.

  Another scenario had been staged. Bainsworth had set her up for another scene. It was all about Ansley.

  Yes, she'd imagined this very experience, but dreams existed late at night in the privacy of one's mind for a reason. Sophia was not sure she wanted to let Ansley see this part of her, explore what she'd learned to keep hidden.

  "Keep fighting, Sophia, and I'll be forced to punish you."

  Until that moment, she hadn't realized she was still struggling against her bonds. She stilled immediately. There was no escaping the ropes.

  She took a deep, racking breath and sank into the feeling of being blindfolded. One benefit was she could not see Ansley's face, could allow herself to focus on what she was experiencing.

  The truth was she was scared and excited.

  She was afraid of exposing herself and her hungers to Ansley's knowing gaze, but she needed this opportunity to let herself explore her base needs with the man of her dreams.