against the wide Italian leather sofa with his long legs st

veled and his shirt collar unbuttoned. A pounding headache from the long hours of negotiation sti

an urgent call from the London office, and in his hurry he had l

e foyer as something colli

gray-blue eyes snap

o one is allowed

apologetic voice, a soft,

oot across the Persian carpet. Before Fulton could rise, the

palm landing against a bare, feverishly hot shoulder. The smo

side the floor-to-ceiling windows, illu

lushed cheeks, and dilated dark eyes s

as the runaway bride he had drop

back of her slender neck, his thumb

e? Judd? Or those old foxes tr

r slender arms coming up to wrap tightly around his shoulders. Rubbing her b

don't push

le. Fulton's frame went rigid, his throat bobbin

ders with force, try

ho I am. You can't afford

es fixing on his cold face with reckless def

just take money to do the job

ulous dark fury ignitin

say? You think

rged upward and pressed her soft, des

ic hands seized his tie, yanking open his shirtfront until

een the burning Scotch in his veins and the intoxicating gardenia sc

nd the nape of her neck, Fulton seized control of the kiss, rolling h

on of a second, his voice r

Don't regret it when

f his bare back as the storm outside lashed t