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later, she stepped into the shower, letting the beaded silver streams beat down on her. She stood there for endless moments, trying to steady the unusual rhythm of her heart. Her mind raced in an attempt to wash Lyon from her thoughts. But her body had other ideas.
    As though possessing a mind of their own, her fingers slid down to her breasts, while warm water spilled over them. With both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, Isabella closed her eyes, threw her head back, and pinched them. The arousal between her legs intensified until an orgasm cried to escape her aching body. Skimming one palm past her navel, she found her swollen clit and squeezed the hardened nub between two fingers. A vision of Lyon appeared behind her closed eyelids and she exploded. Coming hard, she braced her back against the cool tiles to steady herself against the onslaught of her climax.
    Out of breath, Isabella turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel, crossed the room, and dropped to her bed. Who was she kidding? Though she'd seen Lyon no more than ten minutes and masturbated in the shower amidst carnal thoughts, she harbored reservations about going with him. Not because she still loved David. She was done with that story years ago. In truth, she'd sold herself. Even if the money saved her father's life, bartering her body troubled her more than she could say.
    Caught in a trap she alone was responsible for, she'd go to him, head held high, but she would never give him anything more than her body. Never.

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    The sight of her made him smile when she approached him the next morning. Right on time, he thought. He leaned against the door of his car, his legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded over his chest.
    Casually dressed in well-worn jeans, she wore a rose design encrusted t-shirt, bearing the name of her florist shop. The top appeared older than he was and molded to her body like a second skin. Damn. She also wore no make-up, which suited him fine. Isabella possessed a natural beauty he'd always admired, yet she seemed unaware and unconcerned by her own allure. The Nikes on her small feet had seen better days. Her gorgeous auburn waves were swept up in a haphazard ponytail.
    Suddenly, he wanted her naked, tied to his bed, her thighs spread wide so his tongue could suck her swollen clit and slick channel and bring her to orgasm. He couldn't wait to have those lips of hers suck him until he cried out in ecstasy. Calm down, there's plenty of time to relish all of her.
    Shaking his thoughts away, he mentally reinforced his agenda. A deal was a deal.
    He curbed his arousal as she walked toward him, moving fluidly and putting all his senses on alert. What was it about this woman that turned him inside out and made his body betray him? Everything about her seemed to hold him captive, from her natural beauty to her sexual allure. Even now, the smell of her shampoo, a tempting floral fragrance, made his cock twitch. Damn her.
    Her shirt displayed the outline of her nipples. His mouth watered at the sight of her tight jeans, pressing into the V between her legs, and the defiance evident in each step she took.
    Did she have any idea how she affected him? How his flesh heated and cock hardened as she approached? Obviously, she'd become more insolent since her broken engagement to David. Lyon had been there for support. Wanting but never touching, knowing she loved someone else, he'd held her as she cried in pain and later, exhausted, while she slept in his arms. He'd even been tempted to kill her fiancée with his bare hands, but he'd tamped his rage for Isabella's sake. Why in the hell he chose this way of getting her wasn't important right now. She belonged to him for the time being and that’s all that mattered. He deserved her disgust and repulsion for forcing her to make this kind of deal. But first, he would taste and touch her. He would be the one to bring her to her knees as she