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    She went out the door and dived into the elevator, barely able to contain her glee. She’d shaken King. Let him stew over that lie for the rest of the day, she told herself, and maybe he’d feel as uncomfortable as she’d felt when he took his secretary to Nassau!
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    Of course there was no picnic, because she wasn’t meeting anyone. She stopped by a fish and chips place and got a small order and took it home with her. An hour later, she was sprawled in front of her own fireplace, unlit, with a trendy fashion magazine. Lying on her belly on the thick beige carpet, in tight-fitting designer jeans and a low-cut tank top, barefoot and with her long hair loose, she looked the picture of youth.
    King’s sudden appearance in the doorway shockedher. She hadn’t expected to be found out, certainly not so quickly.
    â€œWhere is he?” he asked, his hands in his slacks pocket. He glanced around the spacious room. “Hiding under the sofa? Behind a chair?”
    She was frozen in position with a small piece of fish in her hand as she gaped at him.
    â€œWhat a tangled web we weave,” he mused.
    â€œI wasn’t deceiving you. Well, maybe a little,” she acknowledged. Her eyes glared up at him. “You took Carla to Nassau, didn’t you? I hope you had fun.”
    â€œLike hell you do.”
    He closed the door behind him abruptly and moved toward her, resplendent in a gray suit, his black hair catching the light from the ceiling and glowing with faint blue lights.
    She rolled over and started to get up, but before she could move another inch, he straddled her prone figure and with a movement so smooth that it disconcerted her, he was suddenly full-length over her body on the carpet, balancing only on his forearms.
    â€œI suppose you’ll taste of fish,” he muttered as he bent and his hard mouth fastened roughly on her lips.
    She gasped. His hips shifted violently, his long legs insistent as they parted her thighs and moved quickly between them. His hands trapped her wrists, stilling her faint instinctive protest at the shocking intimacy of his position.
    He lifted his mouth a breath away and looked straightinto her eyes. One lean leg moved, just briefly, and he pushed forward against her, his body suddenly rigid. He let her feel him swell with desire, and something wickedly masculine flared in his pale, glittering eyes as new sensations registered on her flushed face.
    â€œNow you know how it happens,” he murmured, dropping his gaze to her soft, swollen mouth. “And how it feels when it happens. Draw your legs up a little. I want you to feel me completely against you there.”
    â€œKing!”
    He shifted insistently, making her obey him. She felt the intimacy of his hold and gasped, shivering a little at the power and strength of him against her so intimately.
    â€œPity, that you don’t have anybody to compare me with,” he mused deeply as his head bent. “But that might be a good thing. I wouldn’t want to frighten you…”
    His mouth twisted, parting her lips. It was so different from the night of her party. Then, she’d been the aggressor, teasing and tempting him. Now, she was very much on the defensive. He was aroused and insistent and she felt young and uncertain, especially when he began to move in a very seductive way that made her whole body tingle and clench with sensual pleasure.
    He heard the little gasp that escaped the lips under his hard mouth, and his head lifted.
    He searched her eyes, reading very accurately her response to him. “Didn’t you know that pleasure comes of such intimacy?” he whispered.
    â€œOnly from…books,” she confessed breathlessly. She shivered as he moved again, just enough to make her totally aware of her body’s feverish response to that intimate pressure.
    â€œIsn’t this more exciting than reading about it?” he teased. His mouth nibbled at