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.ýÿNext to him, I look like a choir boy.ýÿMorgan nearly choked.ýÿYouýÿve got to be kidding! You, achoir boy?ýÿýÿHey, I was one until puberty.The choir director at OurLady of Perpetual Hope told me I sang like an angel.ýÿýÿAnd youýÿve got a mind like the devil.ýÿJack merely smiled.ýÿIýÿve barely given you an introduction,cher.Thereýÿs so much more I could show youýÿýÿShe believed him.Utterly.The very thought of thesensations and feelings he could introduce her to made Morganshiver and ache.And not just for the stunning release he could giveher.In his arms, his bed, sheýÿd felt so liberated and alive.It frightened her to think that the only place she could fell completelyfree to be herself was bound to Jackýÿs bed.God, no.Please no.ýÿThere wonýÿt be any more of that,ýÿ she vowed.ýÿYou toldme to give it a night.I did.I know enough now to do the show.Thatýÿs all I need.ýÿJack sidled closer.ýÿAre you going to tell me you didnýÿt likeit?ýÿWouldnýÿt it be nice if she could, and heýÿd believe it?Morgan knew better.ýÿNo.But that doesnýÿt mean we need anencore.ýÿýÿWhatýÿs holding you back, your fiancýÿ?ýÿMorgan gritted her teeth.Damn it, sheýÿd kept up thepretense of a relationship with Brandon to keep Jack at armýÿslength, but her lie was doing a lousy job.In fact, his questionseemed to taunt her for being every bit as naughty as he was.ýÿTo some degree.ýÿ Maybe pretending remorse would turnhim off.ýÿYes.I feel terrible.ýÿýÿYou might, but it has nothing to do with cheating.Whywerenýÿt you wearing your ring when you came to meet me and talkabout sex?ýÿýÿIýÿI donýÿt have one yet.I want to pick it out myself.ýÿJack studied her with a tilt of his head and knowing darkeyes.ýÿI think youýÿre more afraid of your wants than cheating onyour fiancýÿ.Wanna prove me wrong?ýÿHow could he know that? How could he just look at herand tell? WICKED TIES ýÿ S.Bradley w/a Shayla Black ýÿ Berkley Heat, Jan.2007, ISBN0-425-21361-7 Page 99ýÿGo to hell.I gave it a night, like I said I would.Youýÿre nottaunting me into giving you another.No more domination.Nomore sex.And no more conversation about this.ýÿWith a determined shake of her head, Morgan turned away.She half expected Jack to grab her arm, stop her, growl something.She was nearly to the bedroom door when she started to wonder ifsheýÿd stunned him speechless.To feel both victory and crushingdistress.His voice stopped her coldýÿright before it made her bloodboil.ýÿI can fulfill your fantasies, cher.ýÿýÿStop.ýÿ Hand on the doorknob, Morgan paused.She drewin a ragged breath.ýÿDamn you.Justýÿjust stop.ýÿýÿNon.ýÿ He stepped closer, closer, until he curved his handsaround her waist, pressed his erection against her ass, andwhispered in her ear.ýÿEvery last one of your fantasies.Startingright now.ýÿ WICKED TIES ýÿ S.Bradley w/a Shayla Black ýÿ Berkley Heat, Jan.2007, ISBN0-425-21361-7 Page 100CHAPTER NINERunning into the bedroom seemed like a damn stupid ideafor someone trying to avoid the torturous need to have sex with theman chasing her.Holding in a wail of frustration, Morganýÿs mind raced.Where the hell else could she go in this three-room shack? Theswamp was no place for a city girl, especially at night.She didnýÿtmuch like alligators or crocs or whatever lurked out there withenormous teeth and a not-too-fussy palette.The door, the one at the end of the hall.It had been lockedearlier, but she didnýÿt recall him locking it back up after Dekeýÿsvisit.Maybe she could dart in and lock it behind her.Shut him outfor a while and see how well that suited him.Make him find someway to cool down while staring at the bed theyýÿd nearly combustedinto flames with the blistering heat between them.Spinning away, Morgan sprinted farther down the hall.God, she couldnýÿt believe she was running from him, andsheýÿd berate herself for the stupidity of this tactic later.At themoment, she couldnýÿt think of any other way to escape the steamyseduction of his voice luring her to her sanityýÿs doom.He wantedher downfall, was playing hardball until she surrendered everyounce of her psyche and control to him.No way in hell she was doing that.With a crash of footsteps, she made it to the door with Jackin determined pursuit.Her hot, trembling fingers grasped the coldbrass of the knob.He crowded in behind her, trapping her againstthe door.His hand clamped down around hers before she couldtwist the door knob.ýÿAre you sure you want to go in there?ýÿ He breathed hardagainst her neck.Yes! The door has a lock.If she could just get inside, putthe door between themýÿBut as she fought the shivers brought on by his hot breath,his very nearness, Morgan suddenly realized he had the keys toopen the door.Damn it!ýÿI donýÿt think you do,ýÿ he answered for her.ýÿIs this where you keep the dead bodies?ýÿ she sneered,hoping to piss him off.Instead, he laughed, and his easy rumble vibrated clearthrough her body.Even now, he was determined to defy her understanding of both men in general and him in particular.Damn,the man could both infuriate and intrigue her.ýÿYouýÿd probably like that better than the truth,ýÿ he warnedwith a silky smile in his voice.ýÿBut keep going, and youýÿll findout.ýÿHe was yanking her chain.Thatýÿs all.Trying to scare her,and she wasnýÿt buying it for a minute.Using all her body weight, Morgan lunged back, hoping tothrow him off her so she could open the damn door and get on theother side of it.With a rumble of laughter in his chest, Jack stepped back amere fraction.ýÿGo in.But donýÿt say I didnýÿt warn you.ýÿMorgan hesitated.What if he wasnýÿt just toying with her?What the hell could he be hiding here? And did she really want todig herself in any deeper than she was?Shaking her head, she decided it had to be a diversionarytactic.Heýÿd run after her too hard and stopped her too quickly notto have any interest in keeping her out. WICKED TIES ýÿ S.Bradley w/a Shayla Black ýÿ Berkley Heat, Jan.2007, ISBN0-425-21361-7 Page 101ýÿBite me,ýÿ she hissed.ýÿAnd back off.ýÿJack just smiled as if he didnýÿt have a care in the world andgestured for her to step inside.Refusing to admit any apprehension to what she might find,Morgan yanked on the knob and shoved the door open.And she frowned as she ambled in, somehow both relievedand totally disappointed at once
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