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She'd spoken with him briefly on the phone earlier at work, and he'd told her where to find him when she returned to the mansion. She traveled through the enormous house like a sleepwalker, passing the familiar entrance to Jacob's bedroom suite and continuing down the hall. She rapped softly on a pinewood door. Harper entered. Elizabeth's portion of the office was large and airy. She had her own spectacular view of the lake and pine-covered mountains.

Jacob's assistant sat behind her desk, her demeanor striking Harper as contained, but tense.


Harper suspected it was her own presence in Jacob's private offices that made Elizabeth that way. Elizabeth continued to be polite and highly efficient in regard to Harper, but Harper still sensed her caution and a hint of disapproval.

Harper heard Jacob's distant, deep voice. Elizabeth held open the door for her. It was an enormous space. Three of the walls consisted of book-lined shelves, while the fourth was floor-to-ceiling windows and doors with the spectacular view of Lake Tahoe through them.

Jacob's large, L-shaped desk was situated to the right of the room, so that he could easily look out at the panoramic view as he worked.

He sat behind the desk. Harper was immediately aware of his stare on her as she walked into the room.

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Elizabeth closed the door behind her. Harper walked toward him, gazing about the handsome, incredible room. His appearance struck her as new and magnificent in that moment.

Yet he was achingly familiar. He was so big and tall. Somehow, his sense of graceful power struck her as miraculous. His expression was impassive, but his eyes shone with feeling as he regarded her. She swallowed back a lump in her throat. He walked around his desk and rested his butt at the corner of it.

When he held out his arms to her, her dazed, strange state fractured for a moment. She stepped between his legs, warmth thawing her when he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her against him. Without saying a word, his mouth fastened on hers. His firm, hot kiss further scattered her disorientation. Her arms snaked around his waist. How was it possible to be dazed and confused logically, when her senses grew so sharp and brilliant beneath his touch?

He smoothed back her hair with one hand, cupping the side of her head, and sealed their deep kiss.

He continued to nibble hungrily at her lips. His sharp gaze moved over her face. He slid his butt a few inches off the desk, his feet planted firmly on the floor, and pulled her more tightly between his legs. The bright evening light off the lake made his agate eyes seem to glow. His hands lowered to her ass.

He caught her to him and deepened their kiss, pressing her against him tightly in a way that made it clear to her just how much he'd missed her. This time when he sealed their kiss, he straightened and stepped away from her.

Harper tried to contain her disappointment as she watched him walk around his desk. Her gaze dropped down over his lean, powerful body. Despite both her reanimated and new doubts, her desire for him was cutting as it'd ever been. Possibly even sharper. He lifted an envelope from his desk and handed it to her. Harper took it with a questioning look, but he merely gestured that she should look for herself.

She unfolded several pieces of paper.

They were lab reports and a written note from Dr. She looked up, her breath frozen in her lungs. Jacob wore a small, enigmatic smile. Nothing else between us," he said, and there was something in his tone of voice, a quiet but profound victory.

She swallowed with difficulty and smiled. She floundered for something to say. Her gaze flickered anxiously across the bookshelves behind him because she was having difficulty meeting his stare.

She froze with her mouth open, staring at very fine, gilded copies of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings directly behind his desk. Suddenly he turned, following her stare to the bookcase. He glanced back at her narrowly. You uh. She was desperate, for some reason.

It wasn't possible that he could see down into the heart of her, but she still got that impression sometimes that he could. That he was doing it, right at this very moment. She waited for him to reply, her heart starting to throb in her ears. Did you mean for your entire childhood? She couldn't seem to break his boring stare. So I was just wondering if you meant the same thing when you said the same about South Carolina. His stare seemed to drain the oxygen from her lungs.

I don't want to focus on it. But you can't seem to let it go, can you? She didn't reply. She couldn't. It was like there was a squeezing hand at her throat. When it became clear she wasn't going to answer him, he grabbed her wrist. Chapter Two A moment later, he slammed the door of his bedroom suite shut behind them and fastened the lock. She didn't really know what to say, anyway. What could she do or say to reassure him, when she couldn't reassure herself anymore?

What the hell is happening? Her heart pounded out an excited, anxious tattoo in her ears. He crossed the suite and opened a door-a door that she'd seen him go into on several occasions in the past.


When he walked out a moment later, her gaze dipped to what he held in one hand: I don't know. For a few seconds, her whole world was the vision of his stormy eyes and the throb of her heart in her ears.

She wanted him so much. I love him. She found herself nodding, compelled by his eyes. As always. She followed him to the foot of his bed.

He tossed down the bundles of rope and turned to her, immediately beginning to unfasten her blouse. He used his hands to rinse his semen from her skin. It was a surprisingly gentle gesture, especially when she considered how raw and forceful he'd been as he'd brought himself to orgasm. It distracted her, the feeling of his hands and the flowing hot water, the sensation of his still-formidable cock pressing against her lower back, his balls next to the base of her spine.

His last words repeated in her head. A shiver coursed through her at the low, rough rumble of his voice near her ear. That's enough, trust me. It'd been a potent compliment, genuine or not. Her mouth fell open at the moonlit vision of his gleaming, muscular back, powerful, long legs, and a mouthwatering ass. God, he was beautiful. Was it any wonder she'd been so uncharacteristically impulsive?

He opened a cupboard, his actions once again unhurried and controlled. He turned toward her and she saw he held two towels in his hand.

I have a conference in the morning. I needed it first thing," she replied, covering her body. He, on the other hand, didn't bother to hide his nakedness. He used the towel to briskly dry himself with one hand.

To hide her confusion, she busied herself with fastening the towel above her breasts. Or do you want to stay the night? This time she couldn't stop herself from laughing. He really was something. So cool and intimidating one moment and yet so self-deprecating the next.

She warmed even more when his low chuckle twined with her own. Very satisfied, in fact. Very curious about what other secrets you hold, what other mysteries you might unlock in my body with the ease of a master thief. She pushed the incendiary thought aside.

A cool breeze rippled over her damp skin. The rush of humor and warmth had suddenly abandoned her. I really should be going. It's an early morning for me. In his absence, she scurried to find her clothing. By the time he'd returned, she'd donned her socks, underwear, and pants, and was fastening her bra. It was as if with every garment of clothing she put on, the unreality of what'd just happened grew greater. She glanced up self-consciously when he returned, her clutch purse looking tiny in his big hand.

She was glad for the cloak of semidarkness. He bent down and retrieved her shirt. She shoved it over her head. He stepped closer, and she froze. If you let me. What's the harm in that? She saw his brow furrow. That you want me? She jammed her foot into one of her shoes.

I was told by someone that you usually don't. She hid her eye roll by looking down while she put on her other shoe. He didn't want to take her to dinner and a movie, for Christ's sake. He wanted her for the purpose of exchanging single-minded pleasure. Which sounded pretty damn exciting at the moment. The thought of his rigid face and bulging arms as he'd made both of them come a moment ago flashed into her mind's eye, stealing her breath.

He'd stepped closer. She realized he'd calmly extended his arm, handing her the clutch. She swallowed thickly and reached for it. His voice just now had sounded beguiling. She didn't want him to kiss her again. She didn't want to give in to a powerful urge to kiss him.

This whole situation was already murky and confusing enough without adding more of the intoxication of his mouth and touch into a serious decision. She glanced back at him. His face looked shadowed from this angle. Had she offended him? Good night," she repeated, feeling foolish. He didn't reply. She flew down the stairs to the moonlit beach, highly aware of his stare on her back.

Maybe it was her imagination-because she refused to look back to confirm it-but she had the distinct impression he watched her for her entire trip home. The thought kept reoccurring in his head as he lay in his bed later, moonlight spilling into his suite and onto his naked body. He'd already masturbated again, a fact that didn't surprise him at all.

He'd screwed up out there. That was a simple, unavoidable reality. The wise choice would be to avoid Harper altogether. If he couldn't see fit to be wise and restrain himself-which apparently, he couldn't-then his other choice would be to possess her completely.

Instead, he'd acted like an impulsive, clumsy teenager, getting so turned on by the feeling of her wet, supple body and the taste of her sweet mouth beneath his, he'd jerked off on her. He grimaced at the exciting, embarrassing memory. He'd given her the wrong impression of him.

Or had he? Was that yearning, desperate kid really still alive in him? Jacob didn't think so. But still. It wasn't the first time in his life that he'd thought Harper McFadden was worth the complication.

It probably wouldn't be the last. In the case of himself-Jacob-the complication was risking his exposure. His shame. His weakness.

For Jake Tharp, the stakes of getting involved with Harper had been even greater. In helping that girl so many years ago, Jake had risked nothing less than his own life. His uncle, Emmitt Tharp, ran one of the largest dogfighting and gambling operations in the Appalachians. Emmitt's run-down house, barns, dog cages, and fighting rings were well hidden in the mountains and forest from the police. There was no fight scheduled tonight, though; no dozens or hundreds of loud, drunk men arriving in their pickups or with the boat service Emmitt provided, which dropped off gamblers at nearby Shaker's Landing.

The dogs had been alerted to something-or someone-on the property, though. Jake sat up on the thin mattress when he heard Jarvis, one of their more aggressive dogs, bawl extra loud. Maybe the mountain lion that had prowled around the dog pens last summer had returned?

If so, it'd be best to leave dealing with it up to Emmitt. Jake hated his uncle, and feared him more than anything he could imagine, but one thing was certain: Emmitt could handle a mountain lion. Emmitt Tharp was as lean, mean, and strong as the bred killers bawling right now out in the pens. Word had it that Jake's father, Emmitt's older brother Marcus, had been even taller and stronger than Emmitt, a rumor that fascinated Jake.

He still doubted it, though. Emmitt was brutal, but he was still the most physically intimidating, fastest, and fearless man Jake had ever known.

His uncle was probably already shaking off his nightly whiskey drunk and reaching for his shotgun at this very moment. But Jake heard no sounds emanating from the direction of the living room, where Emmitt usually passed out every night in front of the television. His uncle must have really overdone it this time. Jake usually made himself scarce once the bottle left the cabinet at around four o'clock every afternoon. Hell, he made himself as invisible as possible from Emmitt all the time.

Earlier that afternoon, he'd tried to make an escape to the cave to avoid his yelling and his heavy hand for a few blessed hours. Emmitt had been unusually aware today, however, grabbing Jake by the too-long hair at his nape when he'd tried to slink silently out the back door. I'm starting to think you're a little faggot. Probably dolls you're playing with out in them woods," his uncle had said around a wet, sagging cigar.

This was a new bullying theme Emmitt had taken a liking to since Jake turned thirteen: Using his hold on Jake's hair, Emmitt shoved all eighty-three pounds of him. Jake flew across the worn wood floor of the living room, landing with a thud against the wall.She unfolded several pieces of paper. And had he been in love with Regina Morrow at the time he'd found her intoxicated and bruised up at his mentor's party?

It was a surprisingly gentle gesture, especially when she considered how raw and forceful he'd been as he'd brought himself to orgasm. He, on the other hand, didn't bother to hide his nakedness.

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She had her own spectacular view of the lake and pine-covered mountains. Jacob had learned early on in his career that information was key to success. But it was too hot to focus on reading tonight. He released his cock. Tension still seemed to roll off his body in waves.

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