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only came in the form of criticism and insults to her.
    But today, that very mouth sluiced his with its sweetest honey. Her body, his forbidden fruit, laved his lust with the heat of its own fire. It reignited every hungry thought, every ardent need that took over him seven years past. And whose effect he still felt in his viscera.
    Bare feet he retracted his steps to the large bed by the head wall in his room. Lying down spread eagle, his skin felt stretched on every tendon, every sinew. The ache in his groin, unbearable.
    A memory from long ago sprang before his eyes. Elaine had been so young, so fragile in his hands, he was afraid if he touched her with any force she might break. But she hadn’t. Peal of her moans from that indescribable moment still had the strength to harden his cock mutinously.
    His body’s craving commanded his mind to relive in that memory, just as he had done countless of times when need for her rose too strong.
    Elaine’s creamy thighs opened to him in invitation. Their slide up his legs, the skim of her soft flesh against his tough, solid muscles, and he was lost. Took the plunge for the heavens.
    Aye, Jesus, he was in heaven. All senses centred on her. Deeper, so god damned deeper he wanted to bury inside Elaine, liquid walls enveloping him snugly.
    Harsh sounds of his laboured breathing rang in the room. Trevor’s fist pumped on his shaft vigorously as the fly of his slacks lay roguishly open. His bare chest rose and fell in tune with the rapid beats of his heart.
    Elaine’s sultry image beneath him was driving Trevor mad. He wanted to reach within her where no other man had ever touched her before. But gazing up at him her coy smile altered into a taunting grin on her face, that said, he could try, but he would never be that man for her.
    No! No, she won’t!
    She won’t keep from him what was his. He would just have to take what wasn’t given. Stake his claim.
    And he did. Harder. Faster.
    When he came, the explosion left him.. unsatisfied, disgruntled.. indignant, and his hand filled with his semen.
    This was what he’s reduced to. Trevor McBain, the wealthy Director of McBain Industries, who had women crawling on their knees for him to take them to his bed, jerking himself in the dark to the image of a lass who wanted nothing to do with him.
    But then.. how to explain the fire of response in her this evening?
    Christ, he was going insane!
    That’s it, no more grappling with aggravating uncertainties. Between the two of them, there was clearly enough tension for even a blind man to see.
    One night. That’s all he was willing to give Elaine. She could take her mask of cool disdain to her bed this night, though come tomorrow there would be no skirting the inevitable.
    But if he got one whiff of lies, deception from her, then nothing could stop him from taking his own course.
    And what he came up with then, Trevor thought with relish, Elaine wouldn’t care for. Though by that time, the choice would have slipped from her pretty little fingers.
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CHAPTER 3
     
    A shining bald patch staring Elaine right in the eye was straining her already disturbed nerves.
    Thankfully though, its owner raised his head, still sparsely adorned with ginger hair, from admiring the sumptuous dishes prettily arranged on their table.
    “And that’s how I earned the badge for the best student of the year that day.” Henry said, bringing to his mouth the slice of succulent duck he had precisely cut into a bite size piece.
    Elaine discerned he squinted his eyes twice for the…
    How many times has it been?
    She had lost count somewhere in the saga of his accomplishments between the first grade and his sophomore year.
    It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying when he kept squinting at her every ten seconds. And it was even harder to decide which was worse, his relentless squinting, or his incessant talking.
    They were dining at Golden Palm, an upscale restaurant in Manhattan, New York. The lavish