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    The worry had been like an insistent itch at the back of his neck that he couldn’t ease. His memories were of a hot night filled with the most incredible sex with an incredible woman. As he’d fallen asleep, waking up to that same woman and learning more about her had been his last coherent thought.
    Instead he’d woken to an empty bed and an emptier hole in his gut, as if he’d been offered the opportunity to partake of a sumptuous feast and had arrived too late.
    Rowyn blinked, then cocked her head, her expression as bland as her tone. “To stay two nights would have been a bit counterproductive to the purpose of a one-night stand.”
    He arched an eyebrow. Since he was fourteen, women had cozied up to him, flirted—as much for his appearance as well as his father’s money.
    None had wham-bam-thank-you-ma’amed him.
    “You know,” he drawled and reclaimed the distance he’d placed between them, “if I hadn’t seen you midorgasm, I might buy this freeze-ice-cubes-on-your-ass routine.” He touched her again. This time right where the stomach and pelvic region merged. He dropped his gaze. If she were naked, he’d probably graze the top of the neatly trimmed nest of black hair that covered her pussy. He heard the loud intake of breath, and her abdominal muscles clenched, going concave beneath his fingers. “Now, that sound I clearly remember. Every time I pushed my cock into your tight pussy, you’d suck in a breath and hold it.”
    He sketched a small circle over her dress, applying enough pressure that he felt the soft give of her flesh beneath. “Remember the first time I fucked you? God, it took forever for your pussy to loosen around my dick. I had to move so slow. It was torture feeling those muscles quiver around me. I almost lost it before I was fully inside. You were so wet, so small.”
    He groaned and widened the circle, coming perilously close to the top of her sex. The rasp of air from Rowyn’s lungs confirmed his assumption. “But the second time you took me easier. And the third…” He paused, glanced up, and beheld eyes that were anything but cold. They gleamed with heat. Her lush lips parted under her pants, and a delicate flush colored her high cheekbones. Fuck, she was beautiful. “The third time,” he continued, “I slid right in as if I’d broken in your pussy with my cock.”
    A small, inarticulate cry escaped her, and she shuddered. Thick lashes lowered.
    “Sweetheart,” he murmured and slid a finger lower.
    “There you two are,” a cheery voice interrupted, shattering the desire-thickened tension that had woven around them like a cocoon.
    In an instant, the passion of a woman on the verge of surrender gave way to such stricken vulnerability that Darius bit off a blistering curse. He turned around and blocked Rowyn from her sister’s view. Even as he faced Cindy and forced a stiff smile to his lips, nothing could erase that haunted expression from his mind.
    “Dad wanted to give you a tour of the house, Darius.” Cindy crossed the room and linked an arm through his. She tipped her head back, then gave him a pretty grin and flirtatious squeeze. “He’d like to show you where the party will be held Saturday night. You are staying in town for it, aren’t you?” She guided him toward the opened door of the room, and he allowed it. As he responded to her question about his plans, his thoughts lingered on the silent woman who remained in the living room.
    No doubt shoring up her prickly defenses.
    Good thing he didn’t mind getting scratched.
     
     
    Chapter Four
     

     
    “When another ball was held the next evening, Cinderella again attended with her Godmother’s help. The prince became even more entranced.”— Cinderella
    “What? Do I have broccoli stuck between my teeth?”—Rowyn Jeong
     
    “I’m coming!”
    Rowyn almost flew down the staircase, shoving pins in her chignon as she hurried to answer the insistent ringing of her doorbell. A harried