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had she expected him to do, deny it? She laughed at her own folly and then had to bite back tears.
The court hearing was only two days away now, and both Jeff and Donavan were looking as if the
pressure of it was giving them some problems.
Fay went by the video rental store and found three movies that would probably appeal to the two men
in her life both of whom were adventure fans and presented them after supper.
"Wow!" Jeff enthused. "I've wanted to see these for ages! Thanks, Aunt Fay!"
"I didn't think you liked adventure films," Donavan remarked.
She shrugged. "I can take them or leave them. But I thought they might take Jeffs mind off court." She
looked up at him curiously. "Have you heard anything from his stepfather, even through the lawyer?"
He shook his head. "It wouldn't surprise me to find that he's having us watched, though."
"Why?"
"Looking for anything to further his case." He laughed coldly. "It would be like him."
"Neither of us has been indiscreet," she reminded him primly, but with a nervous glance.
He glared at her. "I told you, I don't have women on the side. As long as we're married, you're it."
She averted her face. "Thank you."
"I hope that I can expect the same courtesy?"
Her eyes on his face were explosive and expressive." "You don't have to worry about that. I don't
attract too many men now that I'm not rich anymore!"
The slip caught Donavan's attention. "You just inherited a fortune," he reminded her.
"Oh. Oh, yes," she faltered. She turned away quickly. "Nevertheless, I'm not going to break my
wedding vows."
"I never thought you would, Fay," he said unexpectedly. He moved close behind her and caught her
waist gently in his lean hands. "You needn't flinch like that." His voice was quiet, tender. "I may be a
14-karat heel, but I wouldn't hurt you physically."
"I know that," she said breathlessly. "And I don't think you're a heel. You love Jeff very much, don't
you?"
He heard the jerky sound of her breathing and moved even closer, his powerful body all but wrapping
around hers from behind. His face eased down so that his cheek was against hers, his warm breath
sighing out at the corner of her mouth.
Her cold hands rested uneasily atop his, tremulous as the spell of his nearness made her pulse race
wildly.
"It's easy to love a child," he said heavily. "Even a neglected, temperamental one. A child accepts love
and returns it. Adults know better than to trust it."
"I see."
His hands tightened and his mouth dropped to her soft neck, pressing there hotly. "You see nothing,"
he said huskily. "Lift your mouth. I want it." ,
She started to protest, but the stark need of his mouth silenced her. His lips parted hers ruthlessly. He
whipped her around against him, his body hardening as he held hers possessively to it. He groaned
softly, and the sound made her even weaker.
With a tiny sigh, her mind let go and made her vulnerable in his arms. She reached up, opening her
mouth to the rough, insistent probing of his tongue. The sensations he was causing made her knees
tremble, and eventually it was only the crush of his arms that kept her on her feet at all.
The sudden silence in the living room was as blatant as a gunshot. Donavan reluctantly lifted his head
just as Jeffs footsteps impinged on the silence.
Fay tried to pull back, but Donavan wouldn't let go.
"He isn't blind," he said unsteadily. "Stay put." She didn't quite grasp what he meant until he moved
deliberately against her, making her realize at once that his hunger for her was blatant and easily seen.
She subsided and laid her cheek on his broad chest, relaxing against him as Jeff pushed op6n the
kitchen door, and made an embarrassed sound.
"Sorry," he faltered. "I needed a soft drink."
"Help yourself," Donavan said, chuckling. "We are married, you know," he added, lightening the
atmosphere.
"It's about time you started acting like you were," Jeff murmured with a grin. He got his soft drink and
closed the door behind him with a faint wink at Fay.
"I'll remind you of the same thing," he told her when he stepped back and her face flamed before she
was able to avert her eyes. "And you've seen me with a hell of a lot less on, in this condition."
"Will you stop?" she moaned.
"You're very easily embarrassed for an old married woman." His eyes narrowed as he paused long
enough to light a cigar. He watched her closely. "I'll keep you from getting pregnant. I want you in my
bed tonight. Hear me out," he added when she started to speak. "Sophistication is the one thing you
can't fake. If even Jeff realizes we aren't living like married people, his stepfather might realize it as
well. We could still lose Jeff."
She hesitated. "I realize that."
"You can pretend all you like," he added, "but you want what I can give you in bed. You're as excited
right now as you were in the motel room the night after we married. The difference," he said
sensually, "is that now we can experience each other totally, Fay. I can satisfy you totally."
Her lips parted. She could still feel him on them, taste him on them. He looked at her and knew, at
once, that she was totally at his mercy.
Slowly he put out the cigar. He opened the door. "Jeff, we're going to have an early night. Bed by
eleven, got that?"
"What? Oh, sure, Uncle Don," he said distractedly, his eyes on the TV screen. "Sleep well."
"You, too."
He closed the door and caught Fay's cold hand in his. He tugged her with him to the hall door, opened
and closed it behind them, and then led her into the darkness of his own bedroom.
He closed that door, and locked it. Seconds later, in the warm dark, Fay felt him lever down
completely against her, pushing her back against the cool wood of the door as the heat of his
muscular body overwhelmed her.
While he kissed her, his hands slid under the dress she was wearing and played havoc with her
aroused body. Long before he began to take her clothes off, she was barely able to stand alone.
Later, she lay quietly, trembling, in his bed while he removed his own clothes. She could barely see
him in the faint light from the window, but what she saw was devastating, and her breath caught.
"You know what to expect already," he whispered as he eased down beside her and began to arouse
her all over again. "Except that this time," he whispered into her mouth, "I'm going to fill you..."
She cried out. His mouth hurt, his body was hard and heavy, but she didn't notice, didn't care. She
welcomed the warm weight of him, the fierce passion of his mouth and hands. She even welcomed the
faint flash of pain when he came into her, her body arching up to receive him, her eyes wide with
shock and awe as he slowly completed his possession and then paused, hovering with her on the brink
of some sensual precipice.
One lean hand had her hip in its steely grasp. He looked at her, breathing unsteadily, his silver eyes
glistening with excitement, beads of sweat on his lean, swarthy face.
His hand contracted and he moved, sensually, just enough to make her feverishly aware of how
intimate their embrace was.
She caught her breath and he laughed, deep in his throat.
"Yes," he whispered roughly. "You didn't realize just how intimate it was going to be, did you, little
one?"
"N-no," she got out. She looked at him in astonishment, feeling him in every cell of her body. It was
embarrassing, shocking, to talk to a man in the throes of such intimacy. And he was laughing. "It isn't
funny," she choked.
"I'm not laughing because I'm amused," he whispered, and bent to nibble with barely contained hunger
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