Memories of all they’d done together last night flooded through Savannah's mind.Her vaginal muscles instantly squinched, recalling the incredible pleasure of the amazing climax the previous night. It had been so fantastic, but…what happens now?  “Sleeping beauty awakes,” Matt drawled in an indulgent tone.”You could have waited for my kiss.” Relief poured into her smile. He wasn’t setting their fantasy aside yet. Maybe there would be more than one night. Lots of nights.  "I haven’t slept for a hundred years, have I?" she tossed back at him, wondering what time it was and if he had any plans for today—plans that included her. “No. But it’s time you were up if you want to come to the races with me.” he said.  “Races?” Savannah asked." What races? " “

He wasn't expecting Neal to come up with such a ridiculous business proposal. Of course, he had rejected the offer, but he still wanted that business deal. And he needed to get Neal to drop the marriage idea. That was the reason why he was at the party actually. It should come as no surprise. Neal Patchett was getting old, and it shouldn't be too surprising that he would want his only child to get married. Dash just didn't understand why Neal would pick him. He had met Tess just once, and while she had the innocence of an eighteen-year-old, she must be twenty six or twenty seven, having completed her degree at university three years ago. He remembered attending a formal dinner to celebrate. It was at that dinner that he had seen Tess, and he hadn't really spoken to her, apart from the time he had offered his congratulations to her and they had talked for like one minute. And that was why he couldn't understand why Neal would want him to

“I—” “Consider…The words of that gossiping pair distressed you and yet you know them to be false. Your father has no need to buy you either a husband or a lover.” He accentuated his words with a small squeeze of her shoulder. “You are lovely and gentle, a woman any man would be lucky to claim.” Now she’d forced him to fabrication to get out of the sticky situation. She made herself smile. “Thank you.” she said.  The stunning angles of his face relaxed in relief and he returned the smile. Good. If she could convince him she was fine, he would let her leave and she could find someplace to lick her wounds in private. No one else would notice if she disappeared from the party. Well, perhaps Edward, her colleague from the women’s shelter would notice. Only she had left him thoroughly engrossed in a debate ov

He would kiss her gently, nothing too involved. He did not want to frighten her, but he owed her this small concession for having made her cry. Buying furniture for her women's shelter would not cut it. That was money, but the insult had been personal and this was personal atonement.His lips touched hers and she trembled. He gently tasted her with his tongue. She was sweet and her lips were soft. They were still parted and he decided to go a step further. He wanted to taste the warmth and wetness of her mouth. So he did.And it was good, better than he would have thought possible. Her tongue tentatively brushed against his and heat surged through his male flesh. He wanted more, so he took it, moving one hand to her back and pressing her into him. She went completely pliant against him, molding her body to his like molten metal over a cast figure. Using the hand on her back, he lifted h

Neal Patchett tossed a report on the desk. “Read it.” he said.  Dash hid his mounting fury as he crossed the room and then lifted the report to read. He did not sit down, but flipped through the pages while still standing. Outraged pride grew with each successive page and coalesced into lava like fury when he read the final page. It was a recommendation by Neal Patchett to merge with Black Shipping’s number one competitor. If that were not bad enough, it was clear that while the other company would maintain their business identity, Black Shipping would cease to exist. He tossed the report onto the gleaming surface of the walnut desk. “You are not trying to buy your daughter a husband, you are trying to blackmail one.” he said angrily.  Neal shrugged broad shoulders, not even slightly stooped by his more than Sixty three years. “Call it what you like, but