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bit. As he slowly leaned forward
     and kissed her temple, her lashes fluttered, tickling his cheek. Bloody hell, he was
     rock hard and he hadn’t even kissed her properly.
    Leaning his head back, he tenderly brushed his hand across her jaw, then ran his finger
     over the seam of her lips. Those full, pouty lips. They parted and her eyes drifted
     shut.
    He dipped his finger in her mouth, then traced her upper lip with his damp fingertip.
     His own breath was shallow, his heart racing. He edged the tip of his finger in her
     mouth once again. “Suck,” he whispered.
    Her eyes shot open, and she jerked her head away, so that his finger was no longer
     touching her. “No.”
    He stroked the naked skin along her spine, felt her shiver. “You’re having difficulty
     with the ‘every whim’ part of the program, aren’t you, darling? If you want to end
     this arrangement now—”
    “I don’t.” Staring daggers at him, she grabbed his free hand and lowering her head,
     licked his finger from base to tip like it was her favorite treat. Then she slid it
     between her plump lips and began to suck. Gently at first. Leisurely. With a moan,
     she swirled her tongue around him. Her head bobbed up and down, her eyes never leaving
     his as she gave a porn-star performance. Scraping her teeth against his knuckle, she
     increased the suction, pulling him further inside.
    Good God.
    His cock pulsed with the rhythm of her mouth and got even harder, if that were possible.
     By forcing Allie to do this, he’d just fucked himself. And not in a satisfactory way.
    Abruptly, she jerked the finger from her mouth with a pop and dropped his hand.
    “Happy?” she asked.
    ***
    It was getting harder to suppress her reactions to him—the anger, the anxiety. And
     the attraction. That tug she felt when he took her in his arms and stroked his fingers
     along her jaw. When he kissed her temple and looked at her with stormy gray eyes.
     She’d almost softened toward him, too, until he reminded her yet again about their
     little transaction. Every whim, her ass.
    He constantly kept her off balance—cold and sarcastic one second, hot and sensual
     the next. He was toying with her, and she didn’t like it.
    He gazed at her with a mixture of amusement and something else she couldn’t quite
     define. “Well done, Miss Campbell. Now, we need to get back. I still have some work
     to do this evening.”
    “More poor people to exploit?” She couldn’t manage to keep the hint of bitterness
     out of her voice.
    “Widows and orphans to destroy, puppies to kick.” He sighed deeply. “So much evil
     to do and only twenty-four hours in a day.”
    She glanced up at him. “You’re not funny.”
    “You, on the other hand, are terribly amusing.”
    As they walked back to the house, she let her hand trail over the velvet petals of
     a yellow rose. “If you miss England so much, why did you leave?”
    He stopped, that nasty smile hovering on his lips. “Wherever did you learn your sucking
     skills, Miss Campbell? You’re exceptionally good at it. Had a lot of practice?”
    She let go of the rose petal and twirled toward him to lash out, but when she did,
     her finger caught the tip of a thorn. “Damn.” She stuck the bleeding finger in her
     mouth.
    “Let me see.” Taking her hand, he brought it closer to his face and squeezed.
    “Ow, stop that.” She tried to yank out of his grasp, but he tightened his hold.
    “Don’t be such a baby. It’s only a scratch.” Drawing a folded white handkerchief from
     his pocket, he wrapped it around her finger and applied pressure.
    This time when she tried to pull away, he let her go. She clutched the handkerchief
     and resumed walking. She didn’t look at him, didn’t ask any more personal questions.
    With his hand on her bare back, he led her to the house, through the dining room,
     to the foot of the staircase, where he’d felt her up earlier in the evening. Her cheeks
     grew warm thinking of his