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by Lora Leigh

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  They were moving. Sliding back and forth, retreat and invade until she felt it building inside her again, racing up her spine and blazing through her mind. Sparks ignited in front of her eyes, and she fought to buck between them, driving herself harder onto each penetration, feeling them fill her. Over and again, and crying out Chase's name as she felt herself dissolving between them.

  Their strokes inside her were harder, deeper. Male groans, curses, and finally, throttled groans filled her ears as she felt their cocks throb, ripple with their release.

  Kia was boneless between them now. Pleasure still suffused her, a brilliant haze of satiation wiping her mind of any cares, at least for the moment.

  Chase's arms surrounded her. She was still trembling in reaction.

  Still felt them inside her, hot, possessing her, the primal intensity of the act not lost on her.

  She wasn't going to regret it. If it never happened again, then this alone she would have to remember. The night Chase Falladay made two years of hell worth it.

  The night he had given her only pleasure.

  Chapter 3

  It was three in the morning and the snow was piling high before the limo pulled to a stop at the covered entrance to her apartment building.

  The chauffeur opened the door smoothly and Chase stepped out before he turned to lift Kia from the vehicle. She gripped his shoulders as his hands spanned her waist, lifted her, then set her on the damp sidewalk beneath the marquee.

  Snow fell around them in thick, fat, lazy flakes. The wind had picked up a bit, blowing around her as she stared up at him, wrapped warmly with his overcoat over her dress. Khalid wouldn't let her leave the limo without it.

  "I'll take you up to your apartment. " His arm went around her back as they moved to the doors.

  "Good morning, Ms. Rutherford. " The doorman nodded politely as he opened the heavy glass doors to allow them in and nodded to Chase.

  "Good morning, Kenny. " She smiled.

  It was close enough to morning. Like a fantasy, dawn was coming and when its fragile light began to spill over the city, this night would be nothing but a dream.

  Chase escorted her through the wide lobby to the bank of elevators at the far side. Her apartment, more a penthouse suite, was on the twenty-fifth floor, dark and cold, and lonely.

  Chase kept his arm around her, kept her close to his side as the elevator made its way too quickly to her floor and the doors slid open smoothly. Kia opened the tiny purse she carried, extracted the key, and found herself handing it to him.

  There was such arrogance in the way he had held out his hand for the key—command and dominance. Chase was a man used to doing certain things, to controlling too much around him.

  Kia pressed the security code by the door, and when he opened it, the lights were already on low throughout the apartment. She hated walking into the dark.

  They stepped inside, Chase's narrowed gaze raking over the small foyer and luxurious living room that opened out onto a balcony overlooking one of the larger parks.

  "I've been looking for another place," she said, feeling his gaze on her.

  "What's wrong with this?"

  The apartment was too large for one person. She'd known this for years, but had held on to it anyway. It had been awarded to her in the divorce agreement. With the bank of windows that looked out on the park, the large rooms, and the spacious layout, the penthouse would be easy to resell.

  She turned to him, staring up at him. "I could fix some coffee. There's wine. "

  He could stay the night. He could curl in that large lonely bed with her that she never slept in and hold the cold at bay.

  His expression was brooding as he stared down at her, and she knew the answer that was coming.

  "But I'm certain you need to get home. " She moved away from him, allowed the warmth of his coat to fall from her shoulders and handed it back to him. Reluctantly.

  He took the coat slowly, glanced at it, then with his free hand touched her cheek.

  "Are you going to be okay?" he asked.

  No, she wasn't. She was going to curl up on the couch, and she was going to try to remember the comfort of his arms holding her, perhaps try to convince herself he was still there with her.

  "I'm fine. " She smiled back at him, aching inside, wondering why it was so hard not to beg him to stay.

  He nodded slowly, his fingertips sliding over her cheek before his hand dropped, taking the warmth with him.

  "You're an incredible woman, Kia Rutherford," he told her.

  "Not hardly," she whispered as he left the apartment, closing the door behind him.

  She stared around the open, too large rooms before walking to the glass doors that led to the balcony. Opening them, she stepped out, shivering at the chill in the air, watching as the snowflakes created a curtain of white before her.

  "Not hardly, Chase," she whispered into the night. "Unless we count incredibly stupid. "

  She sighed as she wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed at them, unwilling to step back inside just yet. Here she felt cocooned in the icy wind and the snow falling and she wondered if she could freeze out the suddenly bleak darkness surrounding her.

  She had thought one night with Chase would ease the loneliness. She hadn't expected it to only make it worse.

  Turning, she reentered the apartment, closing the doors behind her as she reached back to slide the zipper of the dress below her hips.

  The phone rang on the table in the foyer. Picking up the cordless headset she stared at the number displayed and shook her head. Drew's cell phone. She had no desire to talk to him tonight. Or this morning. Why destroy the memories she wanted to wrap around her by allowing that intrusion? She placed the phone back in the cradle and moved into the bedroom.

  Stepping out of the gown she laid it over the bottom of the bed and slid her shoes from her feet. She rolled the silk stockings from her legs as the phone continued to ring, and after tossing them to the bed with the dress she took off her bra.

  She had forgotten her panties. She tried to smile at the thought, but a tear whispered down her cheek instead.

  Unpinning her hair, she dropped the diamond-tipped pins to her dressing table and moved to the bathroom. Adjusting the water in the large Jacuzzi garden tub, she waited for it to fill the bottom as she stared into the steamy heat.

  The night had ended too soon.

  Chase settled himself back into Khalid's limo as his friend gave the chauffeur the order to drive to the building Chase and Cameron had made their home. The snow was falling harder now, blowing colder, and the chill seemed to have followed him into the vehicle.

  "She's a beautiful woman," Khalid murmured. "Gracious and proud. There are not many of those left, my friend. "

  Chase propped his arm on the rolled leather edge of the bar's counter that stretched behind the driver's seat and stared back at the other man broodingly.

  Khalid was nursing a drink, slouched back against the other, shorter seat, his gaze still heavy-lidded with a surfeit of sexual satisfaction.

  Six hours. They had driven around in the snow for six fucking hours.

  "The chauffeur needs to stop for petrol before we continue into Squire Point," Khalid told him. "We're running on fumes. "

  Chase nodded. "I can get a cab. "

  "Let the old man pay for the gas," Khalid said, waving the offer away. "It's the least he can do for allowing his father to steal me those many years ago. " His lips turned up in a semblance of mockery. "There isn't enough petrol in the world to make up for that bastard's crimes, I believe. But we weren't discussing petrol or myself. We were discussing Ms. Rutherford. "

  He hadn't known she had taken her maiden name back. Though, to think of it, she hadn't used her married name a lot after she married Drew Stanton anyway.

  "Her father has shown great promise in his business efforts of late,
" Khalid stated. "I offered him several contracts that I knew Father was considering here in the States once I determined his loyalty to his daughter. His logistics company is in great demand it seems. "

  Chase watched him silently, suspiciously. Khalid was a connoisseur of women, but he was in no way benevolent. So why the hell had he given Rutherford contracts over the logistics company he normally used?

  "Stanton had a treasure, and hadn't the sense to realize it," Khalid said reflectively.

  "Drew's still harassing her. " Chase sighed. "I'm going to have to deal with him. "

  Khalid shook his head. "Allow the judiciary committee within the club to deal with him, Chase. They took care of the matter the first time. Establish the problem and then should further, advanced actions be needed later, you have just cause on your side. "

  Chase stared back at him mockingly. "It was one night, Khalid. I'm not establishing a relationship with Kia Rutherford. "

  Women were to be pleasured, to be enjoyed. But he had learned years ago that he wasn't the relationship type.

  A grin curled Khalid's lips. "You fool yourself, my friend. She's haunted you for two years. The one night of the pleasure she gave will never be enough for you. "

  Chase's eyes narrowed. "But it was enough for you?"

  Khalid chuckled. "My heart has already been won. You have no fears that I would poach within emotions that are yours alone. "

  Chase grimaced. "That wasn't my point. "

  "Ah, but yes, this was your point. " Khalid leaned forward as the limo pulled out of the gas station and continued toward Squire Point. "Should you require me as a third, I am available to you, anytime. But I fear your Ms. Rutherford sees me as no more than a requirement to be with you. She will tolerate any third you choose. Her pleasure will be your own, and she will gladly accept her due. But unlike some women, Chase, this one requires no third. You alone would bring her to the same heights of pleasure, if not greater levels of it, than any additional male would allow. "

  And that was dangerous. Chase had no desire to hurt her, to break the heart that had already been ravaged by her ex-husband.

  "It was one night," he stated, though he heard the lack of determination in his voice.

  "Inform the judiciary committee that Drew Stanton is no longer leaving his little ex-wife in peace. This was the agreement you made with her. You would protect her. Yes?"

  Chase stared back at him.

  "You made the promise, and she went out of her way to ensure the secrecy of who and what we are within the club Ian so graciously provides. "

  "I can take care of Drew. "

  "Use the committee, Chase. " Khalid frowned. "Because, mark my words, once Stanton learns Kia spent the night in this limo—and he will learn this—then he will only harass her further. The judiciary committee can restrain him, punish him, and your Ms. Rutherford will be protected. Otherwise she becomes a casualty, and you know this as well as I. "

  Chase breathed out heavily. Drew wasn't letting Kia go, and that wasn't an option. The judiciary committee had taken care of him the first time, so perhaps Khalid was right. If the club protected Kia, then he wouldn't have to worry about her. He wouldn't have to watch her himself. Or be tempted to another night of pleasure that would only make him weaker where that lost, lonely smile of hers was concerned.

  "It is too bad you were so eager to return to your home," Khalid remarked then.

  "Why's that?"

  Khalid glanced out the windows at the thick snow.

  "Storms such as this, women grow cold even within their empty beds. They are creatures of warmth, but they need warmth to hold that part of themselves intact. A woman such as her, a storm such as this. " He waved his hand toward the snow. "She will be cold. That is a great shame, I believe. "

  "So go keep her warm," Chase almost snapped, knowing that if Khalid even tried, he might have to confront a club member for the first time.

  Khalid snorted. "And listen to my girls weep and cry that they were left alone for the weekend? Such punishment is not due me. "

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