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“We’ve broken for the
weekend. The prosecution had other matters to attend to, and Obray and Ullman
said they had some information they needed to follow up on before Monday.
They’re going to keep dickering back and forth over the weekend, then…”

I felt my heart miss a
beat,
then
make it up double time.
“Then?”

“There will probably be
an offer on the table on Monday morning, if at all.”

“That
quickly?
That doesn’t give me any time. I have
to call Richter and—”

“No, you don’t, Chloe.
Not right now, anyway. But I do have something I want you to do.” I waited for
him to explain. He took hold of my chin to tip my head up and get me to look at
him. “I’m going back to Ilha de Flor for the weekend. Who knows what’s going to
happen after that? I want a last few days there, if that’s what these are. Come
with me, Chloe. Come back to the island, to the villa.”

The thought was so
overpoweringly bittersweet that I couldn’t even speak, only nod.

“We can send someone to
your hotel to collect whatever you need.”

I nodded again, though
I wouldn’t need anything.
Just Adrian and the ocean and the
wind through the trees.

Skirting the columns,
we made it down the steps and to his black chauffeured sedan without anyone
from the media noticing us, though I did catch Frank Ullman’s eye and earn a
frown. It was like we were on the run, Adrian and I, pressed close but tense in
the back of the car.
Practically running to the ferry.
Waiting at the very front of the boat so we’d be the first off when it docked.

I released the first
deep breath I’d taken in what felt like ages as Adrian and I stepped off the
ferry onto the stone path where this had all started. He must have felt me
waver—with relief, anguish, exhaustion—because he pulled me tight against him.
From the courthouse to Ilha de Flor, we hadn’t spoken a word. Still didn’t.

We walked into the
resort hand in hand, fingers entwined.

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Trina has loved
brothers Shane and Austin since they were all children, but the boys’
reputation for trouble cast the trio in opposite directions. Now they are all
back home, and a moment of terrible need has thrown them together. Will the
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A sudden wash of guilt floods my chest, as I look
over at Austin, his fingers drumming anxiously against the steering wheel as we
speed down the small side streets. A few minutes ago, I stood on the sidewalk
and begged him not to leave me alone here, but almost three years ago that’s
exactly what I did to him. We hadn’t been dating or anything, but no one was
closer to me at the time. We’ve got a lot of history, me and Shane and Austin,
from the fights they got into in grade school with anyone who tried to pick on
me, to late nights sneaking out together to drink and dance at one of the
roadhouses that didn’t look too closely at fake IDs.

I can’t help myself, overcome abruptly with
affection and need. I slide over in the seat and press myself to Austin, my
face turned against his shoulder and one hand reaching down between his legs to
hold and rub and squeeze his hard-on. His cock feels iron-hard and huge inside
those jeans. A small, reckless part of me wants to beg him to pull into an
alley and put his dick deep in my pussy, to hold me down in the backseat and
fuck me fast and rough and tell me I’m never leaving him behind again.

“Christ, Trina,” Austin groans and swallows hard.
One hand leaves the wheel and closes over mine, squeezing harder. I reach
lower, massaging his balls through the thick denim, tempted to unzip his pants
and free his hard cock. For a few seconds, his hips nudge against my palm, and
my pussy throbs with anticipation. Then he huffs out a hard breath and
reluctantly peels my fingers away from his crotch. “I know we both want it,
baby.
Any time but now.”

I nuzzle his shoulder and scrape my light pink
fingernails along his inseam.

Austin shakes his head, and a tense, frustrated
chuckle rumbles under his breath. “Don’t tease, Katrina,” he says, knowing my
father always used my full name when I was in trouble. “Teases get spanked.”

A shiver darts up my spine, and I slide my dark gaze
up to Austin’s little-boy-handsome face. Everything I know about Shane’s
lovemaking, everything I’ve heard about Austin, floats through my mind in
tantalizing snippets. I wait until Austin glances over into my eyes and say,
“Maybe I’d like that.”

Austin stares at me at least a full second longer
than he should really have his eyes off the road, then shakes his head again.
“I hope you know what you’re asking for, Trina. There’s no taking that back.
It’s been too long coming.”

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EROTIC DOMINATION SHORT

Painfully shy but
tormented by her self-imposed loneliness, Julia pushes herself to step out of
her comfort zone for just one night. When she approaches charming, gorgeous
Kai, she has no idea he’s been watching her, studying her, waiting for a sign
that shy Julia is willing to discover the submissive inside her and give him
what he wants—everything.

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Kai accepts the towel from me as he steps up onto
the deck, rising close to a foot above my five-foot-four. His large, warm hands
brush mine as he takes the huge bath sheet and wraps it along his hips, very
low, so that it looks like he could be naked underneath it. My gaze trails down
over the pronounced musculature of his lower abs and pelvis. I can’t help
imagining what those muscles look like flexing while he drives his—

“Thank you, Julia.”

I glance up to find those green eyes still focused
tight on my face, and heat floods my cheeks. Not just because it’s probably
clear from my expression that I’m lusting after him, but because he actually
remembered my name.

This is the point at which I usually balk, mutter
something under my breath, and excuse myself.
Or when I fall
back on bringing up the most intellectually challenging, libido-killing topic
that comes to mind.
I take a second to stop myself, my heart pounding
hard but steady in my chest, echoing and vibrating in my ears and the pit of my
stomach.

With effort, I put on a smile, small and shy
compared to his. “You’re welcome. It’s such a pleasant surprise to see you here
tonight.” A small gesture, that, but it’s a herculean effort for me. This gets
a brief, warm chuckle out of him that sends a moment of panic through me. Is he
laughing at my pathetic attempt at flirtation?

“I didn’t expect to hear that from you,” he admits,
and I tilt my head quizzically without meaning to. “Well, see me, yes. You did
that fairly often before I got transferred.” Is the pause while he cocks one
brow at me intended to be for effect? “But you rarely spoke to me. I was
beginning to think you didn’t like me.”

A nervous rush of breath bursts out of me like a
strangled giggle. “No, not at all, I just…” Just don’t know how to talk to men
I don’t view as brothers. Men I’ve been having dark, wild sexual fantasies
about off and on for more than three years.

“You just…watch,” Kai finishes for me
, pursing
his lips in a half-hearted attempt not to grin
teasingly at me. “Don’t be self-conscious, Julia, though I know that’s the
worst advice. How can you not be self-conscious after I tell you not to do it?”

I finally tear my gaze from his, glancing at the
blue-green glow of the pool from the underwater lights, at the scattered solar
lanterns illuminating the deck and the grill area, at the glittering view
beyond threatening to make me dizzy. “You’re right. I can’t,” I breathe,
squeezing my eyes closed so my stomach will settle.

Though there’s no one within about six feet of us,
his voice drops low and quiet. “I don’t mind that you watch.” My eyes and my
mouth come open as I realize Kai really does know I’ve been studying him. The
churning in my stomach isn’t vertigo. “And I don’t mind that you want.”

Say something, I plead with myself as Kai and I
stare at one another. Say something, Julia! My whole body is feverishly hot,
and I can feel the beginning of an ache in my hardening nipples and a quiver
deep inside my wet pussy. Is it my imagination, or is he leaning toward me?
When the moment breaks, and he leans away, I realize too late that he had
indeed been drawing nearer. Damn it, Julia.

Kai, still smiling, shakes water off his fingertips.
“Too much chlorine,” he says casually. “I need to rinse off.” He starts around
me, picking up a pile of neatly folded clothes off a patio chair before turning
toward the apartment. My heart and spirits sink. From just beside me, he
glances down sidelong at my crestfallen expression. “Coming?”

Coming for what? It doesn’t matter. I hurriedly fall
in step behind Kai and follow him through the plush penthouse living room to
the hallway. The shifting of his muscular back, the roll and flex of the
tattoos on his tanned skin as he
moves,
mesmerizes me.
I almost take my knee out on an end table on the way out of the living room.
Small mercy I had to duck around cross traffic.

Donna’s apartment is
huge,
with three guest bedrooms last I counted. Kai leads me to the last of these,
far from the laughter and soft Caribbean music of the party. He pauses just
inside the bedroom, the vaulted interior decorated in deep shades of green and
gold so different from the washed out creams and grays and blues of my
apartment, my life. Gripped by my overactive imagination again, I focus on the
luxurious linens and overstuffed pillows piled onto the bed, wondering what Kai
would look like naked amid all that Egyptian cotton.

The click behind me breaks my train of thought, and
I spin about to see Kai’s hand resting on the knob of the door he just locked.
This is the moment when any sane woman would wonder if she was about to be
attacked. When she would panic, scream, throw something,
flee
into the ensuite bathroom. This is the moment when I wrestle with the fear that
I’m not about to be thrown onto the bed for the longest, hardest, roughest
fucking of my life.

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