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hot, so desperate that Devin felt the pull in his cock, his climax edging on the
verge of exploding. Instead, he extracted himself from Charlene s warmth,
rising with her in his arms as he made for the soft rug before the fireplace in
the bedroom. Flames flickered and soft shadows danced across her face as he
turned and looked at his brothers.
Devin s desire was mirrored in both his brothers eyes as he laid her down
upon the Persian carpet. She squirmed and moved her body seductively, her
breasts pushed high, nipples erect as she enticed the three men. She teasingly
drew her knees up and let them slide apart, slowly.
The little devil.
Devin s breath caught on an inhale.
Even in a fantasy, Charlene was a handful. The blonde vixen had him, as
well as his brothers, nearly foaming at the mouth. She wanted this it was in
her eyes, the pheromones she released and the desire heating her face was
more than could be denied. Yes, he would give her this fantasy once only
once.
Then something completely unexpected happened. Damien opened the path
to Charlene and drew her mentally into their foursome. Her mind would see
what they saw. She would feel what they felt. And she would be powerless. Her
subconscious would rule her. She would be wide-awake and caught in a
dream, which could be complicated given her current situation and location.
The maitre d led Charlee through the nightclub and an attractive dark-
haired man rose as she approached. She didn t need the introduction the
maitre d provided to know Jacque Montague stood before her. She had studied
his photograph long enough to know every nuance of the man s features. With
no hesitation she reached for his outstretched hand, feeling the strength in the
fingers that she was certain had killed Stacy Benton. Before she could draw
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away with distaste, he pulled her closer and kissed the back of her hand. His
lips were warm and moist, making the skin on her arm prickle.
Over her hand, he gazed up through seductive lashes. Miss Madison.
Frowning, she tugged her hand. He held it briefly, letting her know who
controlled the moment, before he released her. With an air of confidence and
authority that slightly shook her, he scooted her chair out, leaving his palm on
the back of the chair as he awaited her next move.
I took the liberty to order the house specialty. An exquisite filet, rare of
course, topped with Stilton bleu cheese and served with chive mashed
potatoes. For dessert I have ordered you the German Chocolate Martini.
A little presumptuous, aren t you? Dammit. She loved Stilton bleu cheese
and how the hell could he know she ate her steaks rare? The thought of the
German Chocolate Martini had her mouth watering. She scowled at him
through narrowed eyes.
He returned her scorn with a comfortable nod of his head. Do you wish for
something different?
The perfect gentleman. Bah.
No, she said with a little more emotion than she cared to reveal.
His small talk about food didn t impress her. She took the seat he offered,
uneasy with having her back to him for even a moment, even in this populated
restaurant.
He leaned next to her cheek. She could feel the warmth of his skin. Smell
the sweet cognac on his breath. You know they have one hundred and fifteen
varieties of martinis? His sensual voice sent chills up her spine as his warm
breath caressed her neck. He inhaled so deeply she felt as if he could actually
taste her skin.
There was something disturbing, yet sexy about how he made her feel with
his aristocratic good looks and noble ambience. Almost as if she d stepped back
in time.
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Damn, the man was playing her like an idiot. For a second she almost
forgot what he was a murderer.
Glancing over her shoulder, bringing their lips inches apart, she cocked a
brow, thankful her voice was calm when she spoke. Mr. Montague, I know the
features of the Bombay Club. I m not here to enjoy the fine French Creole
cuisine or the live music. Although the band s snappy tune was delightful. The
laughter and fun atmosphere was indeed chipping at the anxiety that tightened
her neck and shoulders.
When he placed his hands on said shoulders and began to massage,
Charlee nearly jumped out of her chair. Soft, arrogant male laughter kept her
seated.
Curse the man.
Montague hadn t fallen for her false bravado and he was clearly letting her
know her pretense had failed.
She glanced up at him and he smiled. Dark lashes shadowed even darker
sensuous eyes. She wondered how a man endowed with looks, grace and
money could have ripped out a woman s throat. What kind of animal did that?
His long fingers pressed against her bare skin and caused a delightful
sensation to tighten in her belly. His touch was gentle, arousing.
Yet deadly, she reminded herself and again attempted to brush aside his
caress, but his hands remained.
A familiar growl erupted in her mind. Startled, her eyes widened. This time
she did pop out of her chair. Her gaze snapped from side to side in search for
Devin s whereabouts.
Miss Madison. Her sudden movement had ripped Montague s hands
away. Are you all right? Actual concern flashed in his deep brown eyes as he
moved in front of her.
Do not allow him to touch you again, the voice in her head warned.
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Okay, this was some freaky shit. Devin, she spoke in the same method as
he did, taking several steps backward to avoid Montague s outstretched hand
reaching for her.
Miss Madison?
Yes-yes. I don t know what came over me. She frowned, steadying the
tremors in her hands. She gazed into the darkness of Montague s eyes and
could almost feel their warmth. No wonder he sucked women into his evil web.
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