with her presence now that she’d surrendered to his every whim last night? Maybe he
just wished she’d go away.
“And Deke seemed nice,” she murmured, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere.
Jack snorted. “Deke is a lot of things. Thinking he’s nice could be a costly mistake.”
Morgan hesitated, brow furrowed with confusion. “He’s your business partner. If he’s
not honest—”
“I didn’t say he wasn’t honest. He is, as the day is long. He’s trustworthy and brave
and smart, with a never-say-die attitude. He’s everything the military wants in their elite
forces. But where women are concerned, I wouldn’t call him nice.”
“It sounds like you’re warning me away from him,” she challenged. “Would it matter
if I was interested?”
Jack shifted, shoulders tensing. “If you’re having a hard time dealing with a few
velvet ropes and silken commands, Deke would shatter your delicate sensibilities, cher.
When it comes to sex, he plays seriously—but only if there are three people in the room.”
Three people? “He likes to watch?”
The gravelly laugh Jack gave in response to her question took her aback. “Sex isn’t a
spectator sport for Deke.”
Wow. The big German-descended warrior with the allAmerican smile actively
engaged in the very French word ménage. Talk about a newsflash…
A vision of Jack on one side, Deke on the other, both pleasuring her helplessly bound
body—it flashed through her mind, framed in white heat and red sin. Moisture pooled
between her legs. In an instant, she went from damp to nearly dripping. Her clit ached
without mercy.
Stunned, embarrassed, Morgan backed away. “Oh.”
“Oh.” Jack shot back with an acid grin as he followed her deeper into the cottage.
“Next to him, I look like a choir boy.”
Morgan nearly choked. “You’ve got to be kidding! You, a choir boy?”
“Hey, I was one until puberty. The choir director at Our Lady of Perpetual Hope told
me I sang like an angel.”
“And you’ve got a mind like the devil.”
Jack merely smiled. “I’ve barely given you an introduction, cher. There’s so much
more I could show you…”
She believed him. Utterly. The very thought of the sensations and feelings he could
introduce her to made Morgan shiver and ache. And not just for the stunning release he
could give her. In his arms, his bed, she’d felt so liberated and alive. It frightened her to think that the only place she could fell completely free to be herself was bound to Jack’s
bed.
God, no. Please no.
“There won’t be any more of that,” she vowed. “You told me to give it a night. I did. I
know enough now to do the show. That’s all I need.”
Jack sidled closer. “Are you going to tell me you didn’t like it?”
Wouldn’t it be nice if she could, and he’d believe it? Morgan knew better. “No. But
that doesn’t mean we need an encore.”
“What’s holding you back, your fiancé?”
Morgan gritted her teeth. Damn it, she’d kept up the pretense of a relationship with
Brandon to keep Jack at arm’s length, but her lie was doing a lousy job. In fact, his
question seemed to taunt her for being every bit as naughty as he was.
“To some degree.” Maybe pretending remorse would turn him off. “Yes. I feel
terrible.”
“You might, but it has nothing to do with cheating. Why weren’t you wearing your
ring when you came to meet me and talk about sex?”
“I—I don’t have one yet. I want to pick it out myself.”
Jack studied her with a tilt of his head and knowing dark eyes. “I think you’re more
afraid of your wants than cheating on your fiancé. Wanna prove me wrong?”
How could he know that? How could he just look at her and tell?
“Go to hell. I gave it a night, like I said I would. You’re not taunting me into giving
you another. No more domination. No more sex. And no more conversation about this.”
With a determined shake of her head, Morgan turned away. She half expected Jack to
grab her arm, stop her, growl something. She was nearly to the bedroom door when she
started to wonder if she’d stunned him speechless. To feel both victory and crushing
distress.
His voice stopped her cold…right before it made her blood boil.
“I can fulfill your fantasies, cher.”
“Stop.” Hand on the doorknob, Morgan paused. She drew in a ragged breath. “Damn
you. Just…just stop.”
“Non.” He stepped closer, closer, until he curved his hands around her waist, pressed