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CHAPTER 18
Once Harley said those words, she glared at Armel, and a frisson of unease ran the length of her spine when he stood up and strode around the desk.
“Really? Well, I have news for you, chérie… You’re not,” he said steadily, his eyes narrowing when she jumped up and backed away from him.
“Are you serious?” she almost whispered. “You can’t keep us prisoners here…”
Armel could see the hurt and confusion in her eyes and felt a flicker of remorse. But when he closed the gap between them and noted how her pulse was jerking frantically at the base of her throat, he felt a surge of quiet satisfaction. Sexual alchemy was a potent force that held her in its thrall, however much she might resent its power.
There was no point in denying that he was deeply sho
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The effect on Harley was electric and she arched her back so that her breasts thrust provocatively towards him, the taut, swollen peaks begging for his possession. She was shaking… Or was it him? she wondered feverishly as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders and ran her hands over his smooth, tanned skin. This was madness but they were both caught up in the conflagration that threatened to consume them in a flame of white-hot need. With a rough, almost violent movement, Armel grabbed the hem of her skirt and jerked it up to her waist before skimming his hand over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.“Armel…” His name escaped her lips like a plea rather than a protest. She lifted her hips and he dragged her panties down before spreading her legs with a deliberate intent that made her trem
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“Are you crazy, Armel? Why did you do this? Have you lost your damn mind? God, I can’t believe you said that to your mother… And you lied to her with such nonchalance…” Harley yelled at Armel as she stormed down the hall after him and followed him into his bedroom.“I can see we’re going to have to come to some sort of arrangement so that you can see Raphi regularly since you’re suddenly determined to win the award for ‘Father of the Year’, Harley continued sarcastically since he wasn’t replying. “But I’m not moving into the penthouse just for your convenience, mister. I do have a life of my own, you know,” she added sharply. Her temper rose when Armel went on ignoring her. Breathing hard, Harley glared at him, her brain barely registering the fact that he was unbuttoning his shirt.“W-what… W-why are you doing this?” she demanded angrily trying not to let the sight of him undressing get her mind away from the issue at hand. “Armel, let me go… Please! You don’t wan
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She was driving him crazy... Before Harley could erode the last semblance of strength he possessed, Armel reached out and flipped off the water, then stepped from the shower with her in his arms. Towels were hanging outside the glass cubicle and he made certain to use them quickly. As he knelt before her, rubbing the thick cotton over her thighs, Armel found himself pausing. His gaze centered on the silky, bare perfection of her inner lips, slick and shimmering with her feminine dew.“Part your legs for me…” He could barely speak for the lust tearing through him.“Now, chérie.” She trembled, her thighs parting slowly.“Armel, I won’t be able to stand…” Her fingers tightened on his shoulders.“I’ll fall...” Armel licked his lips, the thought of tasting her again raging through him like the need for a fix through an addict.“I won’t let you fall… I promise, mon ange.” He jerked the padded vanity stool from beneath the
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Her eyes opened and Harley looked towards the large window. There was the most gorgeous silvery moonlight coming through, gilding everything with its gentle flow. Against her back, naked and magnificent, Armel was sound asleep, with one hand around her body, holding her. Harley pressed her lips together… She could still taste him there. She could smell him, and against her back, she felt the solid steady beating of his heart. A dull ache between her thighs remained, a reminder of how they had spent the night and also of what had happened earlier, that afternoon, in the bathroom and in the same bed she was in right now. Her legs went weak just thinking of it, and her insides were turning to hot molten lava. Slowly, she moved out from under his arm, turning around to stare at Armel. Pale white moonlight lit half his face, casting the other half into shadow. The smile lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes were relaxed. A small smile, a remnant from a d
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“Raphi’s such a photogenic child, don’t you think?” she laughed, studying the image of her son on his first birthday.“He’s just perfect,” Armel murmured huskily, his accent suddenly very pronounced as he stared at the picture of a smiling Raphaël proudly showing off his first tooth. He had missed so much, he acknowledged as he picked up another picture of Raphaël as a newborn baby. Someone else had obviously taken the photo of Harley in the delivery room, smiling bravely despite the exhaustion in her eyes as she clutched her tiny bundle. Harley looked young and scared as she faced the stark reality of coping with motherhood alone, but he recognized the determined set of her chin and felt a flare of admiration for her. Her fragile looks were
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Noémie De Roquefort still lived at ‘Fleur de Lis’, the pretty white-walled villa where Armel had spent his childhood. She greeted Harley warmly and beamed with genuine delight when Raphaël held out his arms, demanding to be picked up by his grandmother.“And how is mon petit ange (my little angel) today? Have you come to play with your Mémé?” she cooed, her elegantly made-up face breaking into a wide smile. “Harley, thank you for dressing Raphi in this blue outfit. He looks adorable in his polo shirt and his shorts,” Noémie commented. She led the way outside to the terrace where lunch was to be served.“The boutique has the same style in red. I’ll buy it for him tomorrow. And maybe some play clothes too… With your permission, of course, I could take him to the park.”“You’re too kind, Noémie. Of course, you could take Raphi to the park, but you are buying him a lot of clothes and toys. He grows up so fast and those outfits are going to be useless in a few months,”
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Armel’s taste in swimwear left a lot to be desired, Harley decided later as she cautiously arranged herself on a sun lounger. The minuscule green and gold bikini he’d brought for her was barely decent, just three triangles of material that left a worrying amount of her flesh on display. Not that he had voiced any objections, she mused, a tremor running through her body when Armel turned his head and Harley felt his brilliant blue gaze skim over her. And just like that, the sexual tension between them was back, a prickling, tangible force that was making her skin tingle. All afternoon, Harley had tried to ignore the sexual chemistry that simmered between them, but now, as their eyes clashed, she glimpsed his unconcealed hunger and knew that it mirrored her own. ‘Damn you, Armel!’ she thought frantically. And damn the dictates of her treacherous body. Armel was a man who, two years ago, had seduced her into becoming his mistress, but had considered her of so little importance tha
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His breath was hot on her skin. ‘Oh, God… I’m burning up,’ Harley thought feverishly, feeling her breasts swell and tighten until they ached for him to caress them. She couldn’t think logically and nothing else seemed to matter except that Armel should continue touching her and kissing her and she made no attempt to stop him when he unfastened the halter straps of her bikini and peeled the material down to expose her breasts to his hungry gaze. Perhaps she should stop wishing for the moon and settle for what Armel was offering? He might not love her, but he wanted to marry her and from the sound of it, he was prepared to be a faithful husband as well as a devoted father to their baby boy. Harley caught her breath when Armel cupped her breast in his palm and lowered his head to stroke his tongue over her hard nipple. The sensation was so exquisite that she arched towards him, wanting, needing, more of the same and she whimpered softly w
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