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  Yet, he hadn’t thought twice about having Abigail with him.
    The passion that governed them could well be his downfall.   He knew that now, but damned if he’d do anything about it.   He felt alive, truly alive for the first time in six years.   It was a wonderful feeling, and he wasn’t ready to give that up.
    Yet.
    Nor was he willing to forgo his revenge.
    Unfortunately, that meant Abigail would be caught in the middle.
    Channing leaned back in his chair, his mind working quickly.   She had never told him why she wanted her father to think her kidnapped.   Maybe it was time he found out the truth.
    He stood and walked to the bed.   He hadn’t bothered with clothes, not when he knew he wanted Abigail again.   When he reached the bed, he leaned down and took a pale pink nipple in his mouth, sucking until the tiny peak was straining in his mouth.
    Abigail’s back arched, and a soft moan passed between her sweet lips.   God, he could hardly wait to have her mouth around his cock.   Just thinking about it made his balls tighten in anticipation.
    “Channing,” she whispered huskily and slowly opened her eyes.
    He gazed into her powder-blue eyes still soft from sleep.   “Good morning.   Did you sleep well?”
    “Perfectly,” she said and lifted her arms above her head as she stretched.
    Channing palmed her breast and lightly pinched her nipple.   She groaned and bit her lip in a way that made his rod twitch.   “You never answered me last night.”
    “About what?” she asked.
    “Why do you want your father to think you’re kidnapped?”
    She licked her lips.   “Later.”
    Channing threw off the sheet and cupped her sex, adding just enough pressure to her clitoris to cause her to inhale sharply from the pleasure.   “Now.   I need answers now.”
    When she didn’t answer right away, he pushed a finger inside of her, surprised to find her already wet and hot.   Her tight sheath called to him, and the hunger for her pushed him to take her.
    But he held back.   He needed answers.
    He stroked her mercilessly, teasing her clit until she writhed on the bed in need.   Alternating between sucking her nipples and pinching them while he continued to fondle her brought her body quickly to orgasm.
    Right before she peaked, he withdrew.
    Her eyes flew open.   “Why?” she asked breathlessly, her hips grinding into the bed.
    “I can do this all day.   Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll give you the release you need.”
    She squeezed her legs together and moaned.   “Please.”
    “Tell me.”
    “I hate my father.”   She sighed loudly and tried to touch herself.
    Channing quickly grabbed her hand.   “Why do you hate him?   Didn’t he give you everything you wanted?”
    Before he had met Abigail, that’s what he’d thought, but the woman bared before him now wasn’t who he had thought she was.   She was gentle, kind, and so beautiful it hurt to look at her.  
    “He killed my mother,” she bit out as she raised her hips to try to come in contact with his arm.
    Channing hadn’t been expecting that.   She curled onto her side and brought her legs up to her chest with a moan.   He hadn’t realized how easily he could bring her to orgasm, and now that he had, she was in desperate need of relief, relief he could easily give her.
    He took her feet in his hands and rolled her onto her back as he spread her legs.   Before she could question him, he lowered himself between her legs and licked her, letting his tongue swirl around her clit.   She moaned low in her throat.
    While his tongue continued to dance around her sex, he cupped her breasts, massaging them.   He then thumbed her nipples until she cried out.
    Her body stiffened with her climax, but still he licked her, wanting to wrench every drop of her orgasm from her.   She went limp, and only then did he relent and kiss the inside of her thigh.
    When he raised his head she was looking at him.
    “Father was my mum’s entire