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he rolled her over and pinned her to the table top.
    “Turn the volume down, Rose,” he said with a huge grin.  

    He stared into her exotic eyes. This strange unknown princess had made him behave very badly. Even now she wasn’t quite finished. Tiny spasms still racked her—and buried inside her, he felt every delicious twitch and tremor. For sure she wasn’t faking it.
    He’d been carried away during the last few minutes, rough and so ready; forgotten how much stronger and larger he was than her; taken instead of given.
    The ravishing Rose deserved thanks.
    He kissed her gently, although he would have preferred to almost devour her.
    She responded with a soft sigh and raised her legs to clamp them around his waist. Hot skin cradled his hips. Cool suede whispered across his back.
    Fire and ice. He relished both.
    She squeezed her pelvic muscles to encourage him. Encouragement he hardly needed.
    “Not like this or we’ll get your back full of splinters,” he growled.
    He kissed her again—a long luscious glide of lips and tongues. She still tasted faintly of chocolate, and he smelled light spicy perfume when he buried his face against her neck.
    “Hold on for the ride,” he whispered.
    He backed off the table, lifting her with him until her no-doubt-gorgeous butt rested on its edge, and his feet were planted firmly on the paving.
    The angle was magic. His cock felt as tight as a cork in a bottle. She still had her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands gripping his shoulders.
    He withdrew a little and then thrust home.
    “Yes..!” she gasped.
    He braced an arm on the table, pulled back, and buried himself again.
    “More...”  
    He plunged repeatedly into her welcoming heat. God, she was good—long enough to take all of him, tight enough he could almost believe he was up her ass. Her teeth scraped his earlobe, her tongue slid slick against his as he rained ravenous kisses on her beautiful mouth. Then all her internal muscles began to quiver, and he barely registered her nails digging into his flesh as he gathered her close, hauled her right up into his arms, and pumped the last few deep desperate strokes—beyond thought, beyond stopping, beyond sense.
    He swam back to reality to hear his own hoarse breath rasping through the suddenly silent air. Then applause rang out from the marquee. He reared up, disoriented.
    “Don’t worry, it’s not for you,” Rose mumbled from underneath him. “They’ve just played ‘Yellow Brick Road’ and it was damn good.”

CHAPTER FOUR

    Hell, she’d been more interested in the music than the magic! While he’d been lost in a dark world of scents and sensation and sensual surrender, she’d been bopping along with bloody Elton John.
    That was some impression you made, Jake.
    “So will three times do you?” he asked. He hated the sneer in his voice but she had some sort of weird power over him, and with everything else going on in his life, letting a woman get under his skin right now just wasn’t an option.
    Even if she felt damned good under his body.
    “Three? Was it?”
    That set his teeth even further on edge.
    “Definitely three.” He’d enjoyed every single flutter and tremor and squeeze...reveled in every gasp and squeal...felt totally male and powerful because of it. And she acted as though it was nothing out of the ordinary?
    When he’d finally let go it was like the Starship Enterprise hitting warp speed—a burst of heaven, a furious rush, and potent power that propelled him halfway across the universe.
    Now he’d landed back in the secluded courtyard with one hell of a thump.
    He eased away from her, and flinched as the shocking smash of breaking glass echoed across from the old mansion. Jubilant yells and yahoos and another huge crash followed.
    “Sounds like fun,” he said. “But not as much fun as you were, lovely Rose. Are you planning to join us back in the house?”

    Frankie pushed her skirt down and levered herself up on her elbows.