Their Desert Night of Scandal

t lie or you were purposefully vague enough not

o her chest. To the supple breasts he’d once cupped in his hands, those pale pink nipples he’d feasted on like a starving man granted a

riggered. Curiosity was what had led him down

tes demanding to speak to her?’She flinched at his formal address. Then her lips,stillsump

turned to whatever hol

rned white, her nostrils quivering as she inhaled slowly.

armour. But he managed it...just. ‘My great-grandfather was assassinated b

her gaze direct and curious. ‘W

enign creatures she could indulge at her whim. She was cuddling a subject’s infant when the attempt on her

swiftly shook her head. ‘I’d never... I woul

were together, you betrayed me and walked aw

to suck in a breath. Her face was devoid of colour and her eyes were da

ed; his throat raw with emot

ng herself? ‘I’m sorry.’ Hushed words, whispere

ontrol. A dozen feet away, he stopped. ‘Look at me,’ he ordered, every right bestowed on hi

n pools were snagging him again, luring him into their endless depths.

ure in uttering the three simp

stimulating conversations lasting well into the early hours of the morning, when the only thing that’d worn them out further was the mara

nd that you

d long enough to listen to whatever reason has brought you here? What is it? A bureaucratic

rt for him to waste further time on her once his punishment was complete, especially with his father’s disappointment branded into his soul. No, his time was better spent pursuing the

did...in

ask what she meant, focu

here on my

onsidered this meeting. Because he seemed patently ill-equipped to deal with the notion that sh

re...for s

nothing to ease his agitation. Lauren Winchester not displaying conventional

position he bandied about like a threat. A younger brother who believed the sun rose and set on his good looks and