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but not the woman?”
    Harrison didn’t answer her question. “Tell me your reason for turning down my invitation to join the Trinity Masters again.”
    “Why?”
    “Humor me, Lex.”
    “There were really two reasons. First of all, I think marriage should be based on love, not something that’s assigned to you like homework.”
    He grinned at her analogy, though he disagreed with her assessment. Besides, she’d shared that opinion with him ten years ago and he’d been ready to counter the argument. What he hadn’t realized was there was another thing holding her back. “And the second reason?”
    “I’m a jealous person. I don’t share.”
    Harrison took a deep breath, hoping he could change her mind on that. If he couldn’t, it wasn’t just his heart that was on the line. It was Michael’s as well. “I see. Well, that means I’m no longer choosing my second partner.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’m leaving the Trinity Masters.”
    “What? Why would you leave? You just said this society is your life, your legacy.”
    He stepped closer and took her face in his hands. Alexis gasped but made no move to pull away.
    “I have no choice, Lex. The woman I’m in love with won’t join the Trinity Masters. And I won’t live without her.”
    Before she could respond, Harrison gave in to the desire he’d held at bay for ten long years. He bent his head and kissed her.
    He’d waited too damn long for her. Now that he had her in his arms, he wasn’t holding back, wasn’t denying himself this taste. He deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. Alexis accepted the embrace, put her own spin on it as she nipped at his lower lip, demanding access to his mouth. Her tongue stroked his, betraying her hunger.
    Harrison grasped her hair, tugging at her long auburn tresses. She moaned when he increased the pressure. Then he twisted their bodies—careful not to break the connection of their mouths—as he pushed her against the desk.
    Alexis placed her hands on his shoulders, shoving him away. “What are you saying, Harry?”
    “I want you.”
    She shook her head, clearly confused. “Is this a proposal?”
    His patience was in tatters. Now that he’d opened the gate, the time for conversation was over. There was nothing more to say. At this moment, action took precedence to words. He unbuttoned her blouse.
    “Harry.” She insisted on an answer.
    “What if it is, Lex?” He kissed her before she could respond. He didn’t want her answer. Couldn’t stand to hear her refuse or deny this. He wouldn’t let her lie to him. Not now. Not ever. He moved his hands, pushing them beneath her skirt.
    “Damn you,” she muttered against his lips. “I didn’t lock the door.”
    He grinned. “Don’t move.” He crossed the room and engaged the lock. Upon his return, he lifted her and urged her to sit on the desk as he pushed her skirt higher.
    She worked the knot of his tie loose and then started to unbutton his shirt. Three buttons down, she got fed up and simply ripped the last few free, dragged the cotton away and dropped it to the floor.
    Harrison kissed her once more, pressed his lips hard against hers, demanding, unyielding. He reached beneath her skirt and pushed her panties aside so he could draw his fingers along the slit between her legs. She was hot, wet, ready.
    Alexis leaned away from him, gasping for breath. “Stop. Wait. We can’t do this.”
    He tugged her blouse open, slid it off and found the clasp of her bra. “We’re not stopping.”
    “Harry.” She half-heartedly tried to push his hands away, but they soon fell to her sides when he freed her breasts. Bending forward, he sucked one turgid nipple into his mouth roughly.
    “God.” She gripped his hair, attempting to hold him to her. Harrison had never been called a gentle lover. He’d always been careful to choose bedmates who liked their pleasure laced with pain.
    Alexis threw her head back, digging her fingers into his scalp. “Harder, Harry.