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hadn’t completely formulated a plan to regain full entry into your regatta society.” Marco turned Cassandra in his arms, then removed her glasses. “You’re my wife, so you’ll never disappoint me.” After all, she’d given him the key to unlock her world’s bolted doors.
    Herself.
    He’d brand her and the entire regatta racing world would know whom she belonged to when they returned to Florida.
    She hissed in a breath and her cheeks flamed with a hot color. “Marco, I—”
    He brushed his lips across her temples and kissed the delicate shell of her ear. “Our wedding was fast, but I’m slowing down the honeymoon,” Marco whispered. “I want you to want to be with me, not feel forced into having sex.” Though he had no intention of losing his heart, he wanted Cassandra to enjoy being with him because there was something about her that made him feel like she deserved a warm, compassionate lover.
    She tilted her head back, exposing the creamy column of her neck. “But I thought…”
    Marco inhaled her scent, a light floral mix of tuberose and honeysuckle. Sweet and pure. “Don’t think, just be,” he said, framing her with his body and indulged in tasting the tender pulse point in her delicate collarbone.
    She mewled and lust slammed into his groin. Hold back. Stand down. Caution. His mind warred with the heat stirring through his blood. “You’re making it difficult to stop,” he warned, ending his delicious decadent tastes of her skin.
    “I don’t want to stop. I want to get it over with.”
    “Having sex should be fun, not a chore,” Marco said, stepping away from her and feigning nonchalance in an attempt to control his arousal.
    “I see,” she said. “But we’re not talking about making love, we’re discussing having sex. And I’m more than ready.”
    “You’re an inexperienced virgin and our agreement has been very sudden. If you’re not comfortable, it will be a chore for the rest of our lives,” he said. “I don’t want that kind of marriage.”
    She tapped her foot. “This is about making sure I’m able to adequately satisfy your needs. Because I know you don’t actually care about my feelings.”
    His chest tightened. Good god, why was she making this so difficult? He’d practiced restraint and she acted like he’d committed a cardinal sin. “We made a deal, but I’m not a monster,” he said. “I care about how you feel when I’m sleeping with you. Just because this marriage is a professional arrangement doesn’t mean we shouldn’t enjoy a lifetime of hot, sexy nights.”

Chapter Three
    Emotion tangled in her throat, scraping it raw. Though she’d inadvertently set the events in motion that had brought her to this point, Cassandra had half-wished that a heart existed beneath Marco’s broad chest when he’d offered to give her time to grow accustomed to the idea of having sex. But he’d given her his assurances because he wanted a great lover. There would never be anything more between them.
    No affection.
    No tenderness.
    No love.
    Cassandra raised her chin. “Your lovemaking lessons better last a lot longer than your dancing moves,” she said flippantly. “Because I don’t want to spend a lifetime wondering if I made the wrong choice.”
    She’d be his wife in the real world and learn to be his lover in the bedroom, but she should never expect anything else. Letting her emotions become involved would lead to misery should Marco ever discover her role in the regatta crash.
    Marco raised a brow and shot her a very sexy look. “Oh, I promise that when the time is right, you’ll be more than satisfied.”
    His voice was husky, raw with the effort of suppressing his sexual desire. The air between them felt thick with unspoken needs, wants, cravings. Every atom in her body vibrated for him. Yet he insisted on making her wait, temptation be damned.
    “If we aren’t going to have sex, give me my glasses,” she said. “I need them to see.” Not really. She