It was gorgeous from the outside¸ a well-kept home with sweeping vistas over hundreds of acres of preserved land. The sight of him alone-Donovan Kincaid, one of the most powerful men in the world, down on his knees in his black Ermenegildo Zegna suit-it was overwhelming and erotic, and by the time he put his hand at the back of my knee, I was already trembling.The car came to a stop at the end of the long driveway in front of a sprawling two-level mansion. My chest moved up and down, air passed through my mouth, but I couldn’t get enough of it to my lungs. Suddenly, breathing was harder than it should have been. He gave a nod of praise, sending a jolt of warmth through my entire body. He nudged his knee against my inner leg, and automatically I stepped that foot out of the pool of material on the floor, widening my stance. After that, the skirt was loose enough that all he had to do was tug it once and it fell easily to my feet. With his eyes never leaving mine, he found the zipper at the side of my waist and pulled it down. I just didn’t want to ask for it because I was stubborn and stupid for wanting him in the first place.īut he would give it to me without the words, without my obedience. But if I talked, I’d be telling him to stop.

My mouth slammed shut, but I still didn’t move. My panties were embarrassingly drenched all of a sudden, and I wanted him. “Unzip your skirt and put your hands on the counter behind you.” His expression flared, his eyes growing dark and mean, and I realized what I’d done. But I had no basis to keep my position, and it felt like he’d won so much already. We stood there, not touching, not speaking, each of us standing our ground. “And I’m not lying when I say I don’t give a fuck about anybody else’s cunt but yours.” “But I haven’t lied to you, Sabrina.” His gaze never left mine. He was only a foot and a half away from me now.

He took another step toward me, and I started to step back, but there was a counter behind me, so I had to stay put. And maybe – just maybe – if the air were cleared and all our secrets bared, there could still be a chance for us.Īnd this dirty, filthy thing between us might end up being love after all. He doesn’t know this yet, but this time I’m the one with the power. But there’s an ocean between us, and I’m not sure it can be crossed with something as easy as a phone call or a plane ride.

It’s dirty and filthy and rich – as dirty and filthy and rich as he is – and it haunts me as much as he ever did.Įven after knowing what I know now, I still want to talk to him, to touch him. I’ve discovered Donovan Kincaid’s secret.

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