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    “Are you done with your manly duties?” Her tone was bored.
    “For the moment.”
    “Good, because now it’s time to straighten something out between us, bucko.” She pushed off from the counter. Her slim hands fisted and she braced them on her hips. “You’re not the boss of me. How dare you interrupt my conversation with that lovely man in the ballroom—”
    Her voice dissolved into meaningless chatter to his ears as Jean Jacques fell headlong into her eyes. Deep and green, they were flecked with hints of soft brown. Long, thick lashes framed her lovely eyes and even though they were spitting darts at him, he wanted to lose himself in the warmth of her gaze.
    Scarlet lips spat words at him but he didn’t hear them. He was too engrossed in her baby soft skin and the intriguing little blush that crept across her cheeks. Reaching out, he caught a lock of bright red hair. Tonight she wore it long and sleek like a waterfall. It was her hair that had caught his attention the first time he’d seen her.
    As she shouted at him, the pale globes of her breasts danced to match her agitation. His gaze moved over her curvy figure. Her skirt was so short it was little more than a belt. Her stocking-clad legs were shapely and the sight of her black stilettos literally sucked the saliva from his mouth.
    Lily was stunningly beautiful.
    It wasn’t any wonder he’d lost his grip when he saw the Austrian duke eyeing his woman in the ballroom. The man almost had his face buried in her breasts and it was all Jean Jacques could do not to toss the little man across the ballroom.
    Though, in her defense, Lily didn’t know she was Jean Jacques’, not yet at least. It was a situation he had every intention of correcting.
    She poked him in the chest—hard.
    “You’re not even listening to me,” she accused.
    “When a man is confronted with such beauty, he cannot help but become distracted.”
    Her gaze narrowed. “Oh, bugger off.” She moved to walk around him. “You’re impossible.”
    Jean Jacques captured her by the shoulder and spun her around into his arms. It didn’t surprise him that she fit against him so perfectly. He’d known from the moment they’d met they were made for one another. Now he just had to convince her.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” she spluttered.
    “What I should’ve done a long time ago.”
    She started to protest and he made his move. His lips touched hers and she stiffened. She whimpered and his grip tightened. Lifting her off her feet, he propped her delicious ass on the edge of the counter.
    His tongue licked at the tight seam of her mouth and she opened with a shiver. Her hands crept up to his chest to fist on his lapels. Sweeping his tongue over hers, her taste was intoxicating, more potent than the finest wine. His cock leapt to life when she nipped at his lower lip. A silky noise sounded from her throat and his pulse leapt in response.
    She smelled of floral perfume and warm, aroused woman. For over a year she’d tormented him to the end of his very endurance and the victory of having her in his arms was sweet, very sweet indeed. He wanted to claw every scrap of clothing from her body and worship her from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes.
    “I wanted to hit him,” he murmured. “I wanted to break him in half for daring to touch you.”
    “He is very handsome.” Her voice was raw with need. “Any woman would consider him a prize to be won.”
    His grip on her thighs tightened and he growled. “But not you,” he snarled. “Never you.”
    Pulling her to the edge of the counter, he took her mouth in a kiss that was hard, almost punishing. Her arms came around him, her fingers locked in his hair. He winced when she tugged though he enjoyed the pain and pleasure combination.
    “Someone may see us.” Her hungry fingers tore at his tie.
    “They’ll be jealous,” he panted, “that it is me inside you, fucking your sweet pussy. Touching your