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Henry Mary-Harting and R. Moore London: The Hambledon Press, , — Frank D. He was taken aback by its thunderous pounding—for he had underestimated her impact on his senses. Or maybe he had simply forgotten. Hungrily, he let his eyes feast on her. Her bright hair was caught back in one of those severe French plaits you rarely saw these days, and she was wearing a black pencil skirt and white blouse—presumably some kind of uniform for working.

With the slim skirt skimming the gentle curve of her hips and the silky shirt caressing the swell of her breasts, she looked like a favourite male fantasy—buttoned-up, yet red-hot and hungry underneath. Giovanni swallowed. No lover to lavish his wealth on her, having been reeled in with that unique blend of supposedly innocent sensuality. Those pale green eyes which could range from serene to feisty and a hundred expressions in between.

She had the kind of body you wanted to cover in diamonds—and then slowly remove them, one by one. Had it surprised him that she had not approached him for a hefty divorce settlement? He supposed it had—but maybe her lawyers had advised her that a mere three-month marriage would not yield much in the way of alimony. Alexa gave him a non-committal smile.

He glanced around the empty shop.

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So what is it that you want, Giovanni? What if he had come to tell her that he wanted his freedom? That he had met someone new and fallen in love—only this time it was the real thing, not some youthful cocktail of lust and unrealistic expectations.

He had her senses spinning and she wanted it to stop.

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She wanted the rapid hammering of her heart and the feeling of faintness to pass, along with the regret and all the other things he had stirred up inside her within the space of a few minutes.

Alexa drew a deep breath. And how would she have reacted if he had? Run away until she was certain the coast was clear, taking Paolo with her? Suddenly, an intimation of terror began to whisper its way over her skin.

Giovanni looked at her trembling lips. She was edgier than he might have expected in the circumstances. And why was that? Or because she wanted him to take her into his arms and kiss her—to press his hard heat against the pliant softness of her body and drive his throbbing hardness deep inside her until she begged for release?

Memories of betrayal and deceit washed over him when he looked at the pale oval of her face, and yet there was lust, too—a fierce sexual hunger which he had never completely satisfied. Surely that must account for the sudden strange lurching of his heart? The agenda which had brought him here today was simple: the invitation burning a hole in his pocket and a desire that his wife accede to his wishes.

And yet there had been curiosity, too.

A sense of something never quite completed, nor put to rest—a question that everyone whose marriage had failed must ask: what if? But that was pure unnecessary sentiment—and he was not a man given to sentiment.

Putting that aside, he knew what he really wanted, and it was more than her agreement to accompany him on such an important occasion. Ah, si. He intended to have her one last time. He would feast on her body and take his fill from it—and then…He swallowed. Then that last lingering legacy from their ill-fated marriage would be satisfied and he could move on.

Inside the luxurious interior of the store, the lights shone down and transformed her hair into pure spun gold. Yet the light played tricks just as the heart did, for her hair was not really gold, but a strange colour somewhere between red and gold—the colour they called strawberry-blonde.

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Such a rare shade to adorn a head, and especially so in his native Southern Italy. Her eyes were the fresh colour of pistachio and her skin looked like creamy vanilla. Much later he had teased her that he wanted to dip his spoon in her—and her corresponding blush had sealed her fate.

His face darkened. She was his.Only a Duke Would Dare: Of course he knew she was here. How Money Works: Amity, a public relations specialist, finds herself working for Sheikh Aziz al Arin to help him improve his image with his country After delving into the Sheikh s personal life Amity tries to come up with a strategy to boost his His olive skin was dark—even for a Southern Italian—and a shamelessly exotic air had only added to his mystique in his native city of Naples.

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