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to stare at the blood-red and stark-white blend of roses. Just like the twins to send the very best. She plucked a single rose from the vase and inhaled its sweet scent. Papa, what should I do? She had no right to seek the wisdom of her Papa when she knew full well what he would’ve thought of her arrangement with the twins but she missed his firm voice advising her, helping her choose from right or wrong. It was all wrong but the pleasure was sinful, she sighed unhappily. She was a slave to her body’s needs now that the Buchanans had awakened that sleeping part of her. She deserved punishment for how she’d grievously betrayed the twins when they’d been so good to her. Vince was the best at exacting the most mind-blowing pleasure from carefully orchestrated pain. Nolan’s touch was sweet and more giving. She refused to remember how Dillon’s touch had made her forget that anyone else had ever known her body but the memory singed her thoughts.
    “Strip for me, Penny.”
    Penny squeezed her eyes shut at the recollection of Dillon’s bold instruction but she could still see the burn in his gaze that heated her insides with one smoldering glance. Her thighs trembled in memory, her core melted and ran with sweet liquid, and she knew that if Dillon were to show up this very second, she’d shamefully allow him to fuck her again and again. God, when did she become so weak? She’d never known what she’d been missing back in the days when she’d been the forgotten, chubby accountant at Buchanan Enterprises because she could count the number of dates she’d been asked out on with her hand. Her papa had warned her to guard her treasure — well, she’d guarded it so well, men had stopped looking. Until the Buchanan brothers that is.
    She sighed. Dillon wasn’t coming back to her. Was it possible to go back to the way it was with the twins? They’d forgiven her but would there always be this terrible thing between them? Squatting like a fat, ugly toad making its presence known with a guttural croak each time they tried to forget and move on? Could they truly forgive her for allowing their hated older brother not only get inside her body, but her head?
    And heart.
    Penny groaned and pushed herself away from the table and those gorgeous roses that she didn’t deserve. She didn’t know what to think any more and she didn’t want to feel either. She wanted to drift into a black sea of nothingness and remain there until Dillon Buchanan was a distant memory.
    If only that were possible.
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    “Dillon? Did you hear what I just said?”
    Dillon’s attention snapped to the lawyer he’d hired to set his affairs back to rights after his brothers had tried to wipe him from his granddad’s will and forced himself to get back to the business at hand. He’d been thinking of Penny again and how he wished he’d handled things a little differently, possibly less hurtful to her. The point had been to screw with his brothers, not necessarily hurt Penny. Once he’d fucked her, he’d accomplished his objective but he hadn’t really considered the collateral damage.
    He kept seeing her stricken expression replaying over and over in his mind. He’d give anything to blot out the image so he could get some damn sleep again.
    “Yeah, sounds good,” Dillon said with a mild nod, more interested in catching a glimpse of Penny than he was of the dry legalese his lawyer was spitting out. “Thanks.”
    The lawyer, a spindly man with a balding pate and a dour expression that rarely changed, looked with distaste at Dillon’s obvious disinterest in whatever he had to say in spite of his diligent work and collected his paperwork. “The original will and trust will be reinstated as soon as the paperwork clears the state offices. Congratulations, Mr. Buchanan. You are once again a wealthy man.” He closed his briefcase with a resounding click and followed with a brief smile.
    Dillon cut him a short glance. “I was already a wealthy man.