Chapter 52

Because no woman, he vowed with an inner harshness that narrowed his eyes when she flicked up those lashes to look at him again—no woman thinks of another man when she should be thinking of him! In fact, the next time he brought Camille to a point of complete surrender, he would make absolutely certain that she did no thinking at all!

So, “Unless, of course, you prefer the quick roll?” he offered with just enough of a taunt in his tone to make her eyes flash.

“Why?” she came back like the flick of a whip. “Is that all that's on offer?”

Oh, very good... He began to grin. What was that saying, he mused, something to do with being foisted or hoisted on one's own petard. He began to laugh. He was enjoying himself again. While she looked ready to attack him like a deranged cat.

Well, that was okay. He could deal with that. In fact, he would look forward to it. Only this particular cat would be purring for him by the time the deed was done…

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