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neck and kiss him deep. ‘OK. Your charms. Every time.’

      His busy hands are making short work of my skinny jeans and my slim, damp jacket, now wet with sea spray and early-morning mist.

      ‘Your pretty boat’s already losing its appeal? After all the trouble I took to get it for you? What were you doing all morning?’

      I take a deep breath, summon up a bright smile and for the first time ever I start to tell him lies.

      If he knows Ryan’s out there he’ll freak. If he freaks, those pictures will be all over the papers in a dozen countries and all the Wolfe family secrets will be out.

      All Ryan wants is the chance to go straight.

      If I help him, he may even make a go of it.

      If he succeeds, we’ll be free of him for good and the Wolfe family can finally bury one of its best-kept secrets – plus I’ll have done somebody a good turn.

      Is that so bad? One line, that’s it

      To my shame, the lies bubble up like I’ve lied for years. ‘I was hunting troll. I heard that noise again. I tried to track it down, but …’

      But Darnley’s not even listening. He’s peeling away my clothes, loosening fastenings, mussing my hair. ‘You talk too much. And you smell of seaweed. You need a shower. Now.

      The heat in his eyes warns me the term ‘shower’ is used loosely here, and only for the benefit of any servants listening in. His dark glint hints at thrilling possibilities.

      In our rooms my clothes are swiftly removed and my hair scraped back into one large, lank bunch. He’s right, I do smell of seaweed. He proceeds to haul me towards the bathroom, making me yell every time he yanks.

      ‘Whoa. What’s with the caveman thing?’

      ‘You like that?’ His slow grin hints he does, for sure. ‘I’m making you shout and watching your breasts bounce while you do it. Very fetching. Now get in the shower while I think of some ways to spritz up your bathtime.’

      He makes me stand in the tub with my hands behind my head while he turns the faucets on full and tips in some lotions.

      ‘Now bend over. We have to attend to this –’ he fondles my derrière with a low growl ‘– before we attend to these.’ His hands furl around my breasts, squeezing my nipples between his fingers and thumbs and pulling gently. His gaze darkens as he sees me wince, partly in fun, because the flare of heat that surges through my belly warns me I’m already fiercely aroused, and likely to grow a lot hotter before he’s finished – and partly on purpose, to make me react.

      ‘Know what? I think we’ll try something new. But you’ve got to keep very quiet and very still while we do it. How about it?’

      Now what? His dark look gives me no clues. His roving hand, lingering on my tender places, lightly touching my stiffening nipples, and making its way slowly down to my clenched apex, is doing all the talking. What it’s telling me is that this will be exciting, thrilling and possibly painful.

      ‘What are you going to do?’ Heat flares as I lean into his touch, firmer now, his fingers forcing their way between my tightly clenched, quivering thighs and flexing me open. The warm spray quickly follows, the stream teasing my soft crevices while his fingers slip into me, slippery with gel, the scent working my senses like wine.

      As he reaches my money-spot his lips find mine and our mouths blend in a light, delicate contact of lips and tongue-tips that tingles all through me as he starts deliberately to tease me to satisfaction, pressing and circling without mercy, his cruel grin warning me that modesty is off the table and flinching away forbidden.

      ‘I’m not washing you until you come.’ His low murmur echoes around me and all at once power crackles between us. ‘And then we’ll have to do it all over again, lower down. A little more thoroughly.’

      ‘You’ll get wet,’ I whisper.

      He eyes me sternly. ‘Will I? In that case you’ll get punished.’

      Yikes. My eyes widen. ‘That’s unfair. I want to put my arms round your neck. I want to feel you … dammit, Darnley. You know what I want.’

      He smiles again, his hand working harder, his lips still touching mine in soft, tiny brushes. ‘I do know. I know all about what you want to do. Put your hands behind your back. Keep your eyes fixed on mine.’

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