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“Flattery will not have me making you breakfast.” She retorted, ignoring the incredible pull.

“How about I make you breakfast? After.”

“After what?”

He simply tugged her fully on top of him, where he was already hard as a rock.

“Are you always this ready?” She blurted, making him laugh.

“It seems you have that effect on me.” His hands clasped her around the waist. Lifting her, he placed her on top of him, gritting his teeth as she gripped him like a vice.

“Christ!” He swore, fingers digging into her skin. “Give me a minute, baby.”

The endearment had her staring at him. This was not happening. She should tell him again that this wasn’t a relationship. But oh God! It felt so good to just be with him like this.

The man had a way about him. leaning forward, she offered him the sensitive nipples and actually whimpered when his mouth closed over the rigid flesh. Her fingers curled into his chest as she arched her back to give him full access – to take – to enjoy the taking. She felt the tug all the way to the core of her and sighed.

He fed – his mouth hungry and a little ferocious. He could devour her whole, he thought dazedly. Just gulp her down. Lifting his hips, he drove into her with a force that had her crying out.

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He insisted on bringing her breakfast in bed and she had to admit the man made a mean omelet. It was light and fluffy and heavenly, more delicious than the ones she had thought were the best in a fancy restaurant in the south of France.

And the wheat toast was done just right. He sat there on the edge of the bed looking gorgeous, so much so that she wanted to jump him. She never allowed a man to cook for her before and it bothered her that she was enjoying it now. Time to think on it later, she decided.

Chapter 7

“I need a minute of your time, please.”

He glanced at his watch and tamped down his impatience. He was running late for the meeting and a crisis had cropped up in his absence that needed his attention.

“That’s about all the time I have.” Striding towards the sideboard, he poured coffee in the thermos and grabbed a flaky croissant. He had been unable to resist making love to Kamilah before he left, which had left him way behind. He had left her naked and flushed from the lovemaking and had to tear himself away.

Dismissing the maid hovering at the table, Leonie poured coffee into her own cup and sat at the head of the table. Fresh fruits were ignored as she took a sip and wondered how to broach the troubling topic. She was not one to interfere in her son’s life, but after what had happened to him before, she felt justified in doing just that.

“There are rumors,” she began, watching as he stood there by the sideboard, munching on the pastry, “it’s a small town.” She nodded. “Small enough to have talk going around where you have been spending your nights.”

His expression gave nothing away as he met her gaze. “That’s my business.”

“Of course!” She took another sip of coffee and tried to quiet the worry. “She is an out of towner.”

A smile touched his lips. “You make it sound as if she just crawled out from under a rock. I invited her to the function today, so you’ll get a chance to meet her.”

The worry turned to fear, and it took an immense amount of control not to allow it to surface.

“What happened before…”

“Mother, I really appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself.” His expression had become remote, and she knew what that meant. Her son could be as stubborn as a mule and twice as intractable when it came to his personal life.

“I have to ask,” she ventured. “Is this just…?” She cleared her throat and started again. “Is she just a distraction?”

“Far from it. I am hoping to convince her to stay.”

“Jon…”

“No!” He shook his head firmly. “I know what you’re about to say and I can assure you it’s not like before.” He finished the pastry and took up a napkin to wipe his fingers. “What I felt back then is nothing compared to what I feel now.” His eyes met hers. “I know what I am doing.” He glanced at his watch again. “And now I have to leave.”

Without giving her the usual kiss on the cheek, he strode out of the room.

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