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As I mentioned last week, there’s sparks between Trix Leon and Ben Anthony. Outside of the bedroom, they border on being mean to each other. Inside the bedroom, they’re very, very nice.
God, he hoped Trix had the window open, Ben thought, as he ran across the grass to the cottage. At first, he’d used the door but when Ro arrived, they’d started with the window. Not that Ro couldn’t possibly know what was going on—but he sensed that Trix wanted to keep her in the dark and he wasn’t going to argue the point.
He grinned when he got there—the drapes were drawn across, but a towel had been placed over the sharp metal frame to ease his entrance. He pushed the curtains aside and climbed in.
‘On the towel.’
He reacted to the words and stood on the towel folded on the floor before he looked up at Trix.
Words died in his throat. Her hair was still up, but not in the tight bun of the day. Instead, it was loosely gathered behind her so tendrils curled around her face. It was casual, easily taken down—sexy.
The light makeup was off her face, revealing the freckles that he adored. He’d spent many hours staring at them, loving that he was the only one who knew the secret hidden by her foundation.
She had on her pink, fluffy robe. He couldn’t see any evidence of something underneath it, and the idea that she was so nearly naked had his body reacting.
‘We need to get you out of those wet clothes,’ she murmured and moved forward.
He hadn’t got that wet on the run across, but he wasn’t going to disagree with anything that might see him become naked sooner rather than later.
She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and lifted it. Ben held out his arms so it slid up over his body, his head, and Trix tossed it aside.
She looked at him, sighed and smiled. ‘You’re too beautiful for your own good, Anthony.’ She lifted a finger and traced it slowly around one nipple, then the other. They hardened at her touch. ‘It’s why you’re so disgustingly arrogant.’
‘Not arrogance if it’s based on truth.’
She tweaked a nipple and he gasped. ‘It certainly is arrogance.’ Before he could respond, she’d lowered herself to her knees and was pulling his belt through the loops.
There were many, many entrancing things about Trix Leon, but the best was seeing that cool, professional front she put on during the day and knowing that deep down, she was hot and rampant and desperate to feel him inside her.
She undid his trousers and pushed them down to his knees, then his boxers. Ben looked down and watched her slim, golden hand reach forward and wrap around his erection. The contrast of her skin against his was stunning—beautiful.
‘Hello, my friend,’ Trix whispered. ‘I’ve missed you.’
She leant forward and her tongue dashed out over the top of his cock. Ben moaned, his legs quivering as blood rushed to his erection, swelling to the point of discomfort.
Trix stood and stepped back. She smiled, wicked. ‘I ran a bath, to warm you up.’
‘Couldn’t be any warmer,’ Ben said, then was proven a liar as Trix undid the tie of her robe and pushed it off her shoulders to the floor.
Sweet Mother Mary, she was stunning. Full breasts, slightly curved stomach leading the gaze easily to the golden curls between her legs. The swell of her hips. The silkiness of her thighs.
‘Come on.’ She turned and Ben stood still for a moment to watch the wave of the muscles in her backside as she walked into the ensuite.
Then he kicked off his trousers, his shoes and socks, and followed.
He stopped in the doorway to admire the new view. She’d lit candles and placed them around the huge spa bath. Trix stood in the centre, the water still and at knee height.
Seeing this bath the first time had been the moment he’d realised the truth about Trix. Up until then, he’d thought what they had was brief, that somehow he’d heated her up and that soon she’d cool down again.
That huge, sumptuous spa told him that Beatrix Leon was a sensual woman who knew how to relax and how to play. He’d known then that it was going to be a long, long time before they tired of each other.
‘Looking won’t achieve much,’ Trix murmured and she sat down, nestling her buttocks in the far corner of the triangle.
Slowly, Ben stepped into the water. Perfect temperature. Trix smiled and spread her legs and he knelt between her knees, her body within his reach, but him not yet touching her.
He took a deep breath, the steam bringing her scent to him—sweet and musky and completely Trix. He leant forward until their noses were almost touching, and breathed in again.
He was getting giddy, his head spinning. His body tightened and his cock throbbed.
Then Trix pressed a button and the spa jets started up. While the water began to swirl around them, he was aware of one jet of bubbles that travelled from between her legs to dance around the head of his erection.
‘Dear God.’ His head fell back, his attention focussed on the delicate touch and tickle on his sensitive skin.
‘I hope you’re not planning on spending the entire night over there,’ Trix said.
Much Ado About Love
Opposites attract—but that doesn’t mean the road to happy-ever-after runs smooth…
Trix Leon and Ben Anthony have two things in common—they don’t believe in love and, together, they set the sheets on fire. Their relationship is safe, uncomplicated, and just what they both need—until John Aragorn shows up and gives them a third thing in common: an enemy.
When their friends decide it’s time for Trix and Ben to admit to themselves—and each other—how they really feel, Trix and Ben are caught in a whirlwind of emotion, a promise of something more. But Aragorn is determined to destroy everything: Trix’s hard work, her future, and her chance at something more with Ben.
Now Ben and Trix are left fighting for the one thing that neither of them knew they wanted: love.