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“Take your clothes off.” The words are a gruff demand, and although she raises her brows, for once in her life, she doesn’t question me. I know my eyes are hot on her, unblinking and utterly focused as she stands, then gives her overalls a delicate push down so they spill around her feet. She steps out of them and kicks them to the side. “If you think I’m getting naked in the middle of the day, with you standing here fully dressed, you’re kidding yourself.” I grin. “Here I was hoping that might be something you’re into.” “Get naked or get out, Marcus.” “Brave words from a woman who’s not wearing pants.”

“Ajax Kane's POV “I think I have a new nickname for you,” I hum. “And what would that be?” “Hurricane.” “That’s an odd one. Usually people equate me to sunshine.” Margaret groans as she turns around and swings her legs on either side of my thighs, transitioning the back and forth swivel to steady rotations on my lap. “That’s because they don’t know you like I do baby. Sometimes you like to stir up some trouble. Cause a little chaos. Other times you come ripping through hard enough to make a man need to start his whole life over.”

“I can’t let that happen. I can’t let someone else show her this world, not when I know how good I can make it for her. I actually care about her, unlike any of these strangers. I could unfurl every stunning petal and show her everything her body is capable of. I could keep her safe. Arguably this is the right thing to do. Better me than some fucking arsehole with a trust fund and a worn copy of 50 Shades of Grey.”

“The director said wonderful things about you, that you're very talented," I say, and then smell the cardamom Garrance had given me, and I'm instantly put into a trance from green, earthy, and perfumed aromas. It's like all my troubles are gone. I'm in India, envisioning dances and beautiful saris and delicious naan bread baked on hot coals. Charles taps me on the shoulder. "Kate, where did you go?" I wobble. "I think I was in Mumbai for a second. Maybe Chennai? I don't know. I've never been to India. I've just seen pictures in magazines." He places his hands on my shoulders. "Spices transport you?" "Yes," I say, still a little bit out of it. "Hers do." He grips my shoulders, pulls me in closer. I smell his vanilla scent, and my knees turn to butter. "And I now know why my mother likes you. It makes perfect sense. She was right." "About what?" I ask, breathing him. "Working together and letting go of the bad energy. I know we can do this." His eyes spark with a passionate fire, and he smiles, his dimple puckering. I might melt like fondue. "Let's create a meal for her---the best one she's ever had." He leans against the stove, his sexy, smoldering hazel eyes meeting mine. My neck goes hot. I race over to the prep station and pick up the bag of cardamom, breathe it in---earthy, sweet, smoky, and nutty. Big mistake. Because I'm now licking his muscled chest in one of my deranged fantasies, which is so wrong. I throw the bag down, and the grains scatter on the countertop. Charles saunters over and places a hand on my shoulder. "Kate, everything okay?" "Cool, cool, cool," I say. I shrug off his touch, dip around his shoulder, noticing how V-shaped he is. "I was thinking we add this into the peanut sauce for the satay." "Good idea," he says. "Grind it. Nice and fine." Stop. Stop talking with your lilting English accent. Stop smiling. I'm staring at his hands, his lips, his eyelashes. My mind, my thoughts, and my body are about to explode. "Kate, can you pass me the chilis? My mother likes things spicy." "So do I," I say, reaching for it. Our hands touch as I hand him the spice. I shiver. "Me too," he says with a teasing growl. "And I know you added more pepper into my dish the other day. Good thing I can handle the heat." I can't. It's getting way too hot in here.”

“With zero hesitation, I tease her mouth open and slide in. She meets me in the middle, our tongues tangling, and every nerve ending in my body’s firing now. Her hands find the back of my neck, run through my close-cropped hair as I press her to me. It’s been a very long time since I had this kind of connection with a woman. I need her. Need to know what she feels like against me, on me, under me. I need her more than I need oxygen right now. I don’t think I can wait another second without knowing.”

“My eyes traced the curve of her leg until it disappeared into the hem of her skirt, and I wanted to touch that silky skin so badly that my fingers twitched. I needed to know if she felt as good as she looked. - Tristan”