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CHAPTER 19
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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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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