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By the time she had finished with the soap and was using the handheld nozzle to wash away the foam, he was hard as a fucking rock. Taking the handheld from her, he slipped it into the bracket, then looped an arm around her waist and lifted her up for a hungry kiss. He crushed her lips with his, his tongue sweeping in as he slammed her against the shower wall, and pressed his full body against her.

He bent his head, his lips against her ear. “What about your pussy, princess? Is it pink, too? And tasty? I’m going to find out.” She nearly came when his knee rolled firmly over her clit while he whispered those dark, erotic words. Nearly screamed in fury when he stood, leaving her alone on the bed, desire a storm that threatened to bleed through her pores.

“Say it, princess. And I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything.”“Bastard,” she whispered. His only response was an evil chuckle before he bent his head and sucked on her neck, while his fingers pinched the taut peak of a swollen nipple, the lace of her bra scraping the delicate skin and heightening the sensation unbearably. And still she pushed against his hand, wanting more.

He stopped breathing, every muscle going still , except for his cock. That fucker went hard as a rock in two seconds. Her tongue slipped out and licked her lips, leaving them wet and shining, just waiting to be kissed. He swallowed a groan. He might be a damn powerful vampire, but he was also a man. Even he had limits.

When is this big meeting supposed to happen?”“Whenever you get here, I guess. You’re the ones who wanted to meet.”“Okay. I’ll talk to Mr. Gloomy and see what he says.”“Gloomy?” Cyn laughed as she continued, “Oh, God, this ought to be a great meeting. Broody meets Gloomy.”“I’ll call you back. And stop laughing, you bitch . It’s not funny.”

Fuck it, he thought . She could provide the inside track to Raphael that he needed , and if it brought them closer together? Well , hell, he wasn’t a damn monk. Catriona had delivered the access he needed. And if it came in a tidy package of long legs and flushed breasts, not to mention a pair of plump lips that just begged to be bitten, then he’d just have to take one for the team, he thought

“Julia thought you were a terrorist,” she confided, shifting his attention. But only for a moment. He swung his gaze back to Julia, one eyebrow raised in question. “You have to admit, you do make an entrance,” Julia accused. “So does fucking Prince Charlie, but you wouldn’t call him a terrorist.”“You’re not exactly a prince,” she said, fighting a smile. “You don’t think so?” he argued, finding himself intrigued.

Keeping his tone the same, he said, “Ms. Harper.”“Julia,” she supplied, as she slid her fingers out of his grasp. Lachlan’s own distrustful nature had him following her hand, and so he noted the quick glance she gave her palm, as if seeking a logical reason for that moment of sizzling heat. When she caught him watching, she brushed invisible crumbs from her skirt instead. He bared his teeth and met her gaze.