er words hit me

with assets worth tens of billions-I could do a

, and finally an almost unbelievable sense of loss. Even

d red; she stared at me stubbor

our agreement-no kisses, only sex-but I had to admit our sex was the best I'd ever had. I wanted to taste her soft lips, but every

ked risky-desire, scandals, emotion could sink him at a key moment. They wanted a man who a

her, and I was her masterpiece. I wasn't saying I hated her. I just wanted, when I had the means to str

ought of living in the same space as the wife she'd pic

in a quiet corner there I'd seen a desperate college student-

me realize she wasn't an emotional fool.

rd and offered

king sure I was serious. I figured she needed

Sir, can you pay th

young; she ought to have expectations ab

smile I'd ever shown. "Of cou

ght say mattered; all she cared about was whether

t reveal our marriage, question my private life, be jealous, nor indulge in any form of love-no declarations, no fantasies of fidelity, not even a kiss. A kiss implies emotion, and emotion is not part

itate. She agr

n't want other women. I tried other women, but when they approached I only felt

acinth's body that obsessed me. I was her first man; I

yacinth I was still the playboy, unchanged. But aft

The universe would have to explode for that

uldn't cooperate. "Portia's clinic address? I think it'

into me. I used to hate that her little kitten

y trousers as I strod

it, biting her lips. God-her lips were unbeli

her underwear; my fingers found her sensitive sp

she cr

r of her mouth. When her tongue tried to retreat I chased it, pla

into her ear; she shivered, her body going pliant, small hands clinging t

les were already hard; with one hand I pinned her wrist to the door. My other hand seized her le

s! I can't take it!

me to do?" I stopp

t wanting. She bit her lower lip; h

ost sensitive place. She threw her head back, fingertips

y touch elicited her deepest response. S

e bedroom, laying her on the bed. Her arms wound aro

ned down, and drove into he

ess at the club, I'd wanted to tear it off. Hyacinth rarely dressed to show her curves-she was my

dent that had gone too far-I'd n

my arms, exhausted. I stroked her cheek and murmured, "This