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I could never suspect Cary of evil, however. Surely not. Or was I so dazzled by his masculine charms that I’d been blinded?

The book he held had him engrossed. Now, that sent a sizzle of heat through me. A man with a book, looking totally lost to the world.

Knowing what lay beneath those fitted slacks helped.

The man was a stallion.

My stallion.

He must have sensed me staring, for he looked up just before Bertie scampered into the room and jumped all over Cary, licking his hand. I loved my dog, but hated his slobbering tongue on me. The clever dog had learned this well enough and now chose Cary to pounce all over instead.

Once we were on the grounds, I looked above at drifting variegated gray clouds swallowed by fast-moving black ones. “Rain?”

He nodded. “We’ll make it a quick walk.”

I paused and turned to face him with a smile. “I could have a better idea.”

He pushed his body against mine and kissed my neck. “You’re a minx. A very sexy one.”

I laughed as I pulled back from his arms.

A quizzing frown grew on his perfectly proportioned forehead. “Why the dark side of town?”

Jarring as that sudden change of subject was, I chose silence.

Chapter 11

Cary

Carolinegesturedforusto continue the ascent to that breathtaking view I’d grown so attached to that I’d stopped missing Como. Standing on the edge of the cliff, overlooking a restless, cruel sea, pumped inspiration through my veins.

“Why that East London hotel?” I asked.

“We all have our little peccadilloes.” She kept looking ahead.

My lips tasted of salt, and spray dampened my face as the sea thrashed against the cliff face.

“So being forced is a fantasy?” I persisted.

“You seem to enjoy our little game.”

I couldn’t deny that, despite feeling a little disturbed by it. “This is the first time I’ve been asked to play rough.”

With the wind in her hair and those almost-black eyes, this woman had me. All of me.

But engaged to be married?

How could I have allowed myself to be talked into that?

At least Caroline wasn’t pushy. The fact she hadn’t asked to set a date was rather surprising. I wasn’t about to point that out.

“Are threesomes your thing?” I had to ask.

“No. I’m too possessive for that.” She returned her gaze to the roaring ocean.

I took her by the waist and swung her into my arms, taking to her soft, full lips like a man stealing a kiss from an out-of-reach woman he’d been craving for a long time. “Let’s go back.”

“Mm… You seem a little hungry.” She gazed into my eyes and smiled.

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