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  Pleasure surged through her, centering at her sex, pulsing, craving...yearning. He lowered his head and took a sensitive nipple into his mouth.

  Abby arched her back as he began to suckle. Her hips moved of their own accord, seeking him. The contact sent a spasm of need so strong she repeated the movement.

  “Nay,” he ground out before he moved to her other nipple.

  Abby couldn’t stop the moan from passing through her lips as he laved her nipple with his hot tongue. Her body was on fire, and the only one who could quench the longing was Channing.

  His hands moved over her hips to her legs before returning to her breasts once more. While his mouth teased one nipple, his fingers pinched the other. But it was her sex that craved his attention.

  As if reading her mind, his shifted down her body, trailing kisses over her stomach and hips as he moved. The first touch of his fingers as they parted her sex made her breath catch in her throat. And then his finger dipped inside of her.

  Abby twisted the covers in her hands as passion enveloped her. She arched her back, seeking more of Channing, more of his masterful touch. He didn’t disappoint.

  Again and again his fingers moved inside of her, stroking her into a frenzy of ravenous need, pushing her toward the incredible sensations that kept building inside of her.

  When he pulled his fingers from her, Abby whimpered. And then he touched her clitoris, skimming his fingers over the tiny bud.

  A cry of pure pleasure tore from Abby. She closed her eyes and let the wonderful sensations wrap around her, envelop her. Her body was no longer her own, it was Channing’s to do with as he pleased. Her flesh opened for him, eager for his touch. Her legs fell to the side as her hips rose to meet his hand, hungering for more.

  And then her world erupted.

  Abby screamed Channing’s name as her body convulsed with her first climax. His hands continued to stroke her, prolonging the exquisite orgasm until she was limp, her body coated with a fine sheen of sweat.

  She opened her eyes to see him leaning over her, his coffee-colored eyes regarding her with a mixture of passion and need. Abby reached up and touched his face.

  “I need you.”

  Those three simple words from him made her heart melt. She knew it hadn’t been easy for him, but he had said them. And she wouldn’t deny him.

  Her arms opened, welcoming him. He kissed her as he moved between her legs. The blunt tip of his arousal brushed against her sex, still sensitive from her climax. And he pushed into her, filling her.

  She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Inch by inch he slowly thrust into her tight sheath, letting her become accustomed to him. His arms shook as he held himself above her. When he reached her maidenhead, he gave her a quick kiss before withdrawing and plunging into her.

  Abby gasped at the sharp strike of pain that shot through her. Fortunately, it quickly passed when he began to thrust with long, slow strokes.

  The sensation was unlike anything she had ever expected, and she never wanted it to end. With her body still strung tight with desire, it didn’t take long to feel herself building once more toward release.

  She wrapped her legs around him and met each of his thrusts, giving in to the long held desire to feel the love of a man. Channing increased his tempo, his gaze locked with hers.

  It was as if time stood still. Passion and desire wrapped around them, cocooning them in their own private world. The hunger and longing in Channing’s eyes caused her heart to miss a beat.

  No longer did she see the sadness. There was only desire – desire for her.

  She ran her hands up his strong arms to his shoulders and held tight as her body began to tighten with each stroke of his arousal. He plunged hard, fast…deep, and each time took her to a new level.

  Channing pumped ruthlessly, relentlessly into her. Abby barely had time to draw in a breath before the second orgasm claimed her.

  Her body clamped down hard upon him. Dimly, Abby heard him give a shout as he climaxed. When the last vestiges of their lovemaking departed, Abby held Channing against her, unwilling and unable to let him go.

  Chapter Six

  Channing sat in the chair near his double doors, but his gaze didn’t watch the sun breaking the horizon. Instead, he found he couldn’t tear his eyes from the beautiful creature asleep in his bed.

  Abigail had been a surprise, to put it mildly. She had a deep passion within her, one that – surprisingly – matched his own. There had been no holding back with her, and the fact that she had been untouched only added to his shock.

  She was on her back, the sheet resting just below her breasts, giving him a tantalizing view of her pink nipples that hardened with the morning breeze. Her mane of golden locks was spread over the pillow like a blanket and her lips were slightly parted.

  It was an image that would forever be embedded in his memory. In all the years he had been in Africa, no woman had ever shared his bed. Yet, he hadn’t thought twice about having Abigail with him.

  The passion that governed them could well be his downfall. He knew that now, but damned if he’d do anything about it. He felt alive, truly alive for the first time in six years. It was a wonderful feeling, and he wasn’t ready to give that up.

  Yet.

  Nor was he willing to forgo his revenge.

  Unfortunately, that meant Abigail would be caught in the middle.

  Channing leaned back in his chair, his mind working quickly. She had never told him why she wanted her father to think her kidnapped. Maybe it was time he found out the truth.

  He stood and walked to the bed. He hadn’t bothered with clothes, not when he knew he wanted Abigail again. When he reached the bed, he leaned down and took a pale pink nipple in his mouth, sucking until the tiny peak was straining in his mouth.

  Abigail’s back arched, and a soft moan passed between her sweet lips. God, he could hardly wait to have her mouth around his cock. Just thinking about it made his balls tighten in anticipation.

  “Channing,” she whispered huskily and slowly opened her eyes.

  He gazed into her powder-blue eyes still soft from sleep. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

  “Perfectly,” she said and lifted her arms above her head as she stretched.

  Channing palmed her breast and lightly pinched her nipple. She groaned and bit her lip in a way that made his rod twitch. “You never answered me last night.”

  “About what?” she asked.

  “Why do you want your father to think you’re kidnapped?”

  She licked her lips. “Later.”

  Channing threw off the sheet and cupped her sex, adding just enough pressure to her clitoris to cause her to inhale sharply from the pleasure. “Now. I need answers now.”

  When she didn’t answer right away, he pushed a finger inside of her, surprised to find her already wet and hot. Her tight sheath called to him, and the hunger for her pushed him to take her.

  But he held back. He needed answers.

  He stroked her mercilessly, teasing her clit until she writhed on the bed in need. Alternating between sucking her nipples and pinching them while he continued to fondle her brought her body quickly to orgasm.

  Right before she peaked, he withdrew.

  Her eyes flew open. “Why?” she asked breathlessly, her hips grinding into the bed.

  “I can do this all day. Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll give you the release you need.”

  She squeezed her legs together and moaned. “Please.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I hate my father.” She sighed loudly and tried to touch herself.

  Channing quickly grabbed her hand. “Why do you hate him? Didn’t he give you everything you wanted?”

  Before he had met Abigail, that’s what he’d thought, but the woman bared before him now wasn’t who he had thought she was. She was gentle, kind, and so beautiful it hurt to look at her.

  “He killed my mother,” she bit out as she raised her hips to
try to come in contact with his arm.

  Channing hadn’t been expecting that. She curled onto her side and brought her legs up to her chest with a moan. He hadn’t realized how easily he could bring her to orgasm, and now that he had, she was in desperate need of relief, relief he could easily give her.

  He took her feet in his hands and rolled her onto her back as he spread her legs. Before she could question him, he lowered himself between her legs and licked her, letting his tongue swirl around her clit. She moaned low in her throat.

  While his tongue continued to dance around her sex, he cupped her breasts, massaging them. He then thumbed her nipples until she cried out.

  Her body stiffened with her climax, but still he licked her, wanting to wrench every drop of her orgasm from her. She went limp, and only then did he relent and kiss the inside of her thigh.

  When he raised his head she was looking at him.

  “Father was my mum’s entire world. She would’ve given him anything he asked for,” Abigail said softly. “She learned too late that he hadn’t married her for love. He married her for her money.”

  Channing slowly sat up. “Didn’t your mother know this before she married him?”

  “No. He was convincing, from what she said. She became pregnant quickly after their marriage. She said that time was the happiest of her life. But when I was born, and I wasn’t the male heir he wanted, my father blamed her. He immersed himself in his work. Or at least that’s what I was told. I never knew fathers actually spent time with their families until I went to the park and saw them playing with their children.”

  Channing ran a hand down his face. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like the outcome of this story.

  “When I asked my father why he never stayed home or spoke with me, he said he didn’t have time for a mere female.”

  “How old were you?”

  “Seven. It was shortly afterward that I began to take notice of what my father did, of the arguments between him and my mother where she begged him not to leave for the night. But he always did.”

  “He had an affair.” Channing knew this for a fact, but he wanted to know if she did.

  “He had many apparently. Mum knew of all of them. He would flaunt them to society, bringing his mistresses to parties instead of his wife. Mum was devastated. He was her reason for living, and he took that away from her.”

  “But she had you.”

  Abigail shrugged. “She loved me, I know that, but there is a difference in loving your child and loving a man. The kind of love my mum had for my father was destructive.”

  Channing shook his head. “No. It was only destructive because your father chose not to return that love. The kind of love your mother had is special. And rare.”

  She blew out a breath and sat up. “I had no friends. No one was allowed to come to the house, nor was I allowed to go anywhere. The only friend I ever had was a kitten I found when I was eight. I snuck him in my room and kept him there.”

  “So, because your father had an affair, you want him to think you’ve been kidnapped?”

  She laughed, the sound mirthless and hollow, so different from the woman he had come to know in their short time together. “My mother withered and died a slow, painful death. Not once did my father check on her. Once she was confined to her bed, he would spend weeks and months with his women. He wasn’t even home when Mum died.”

  “I’m sorry,” Channing said softly, hating the hurt she had been given.

  “When he heard of her death, he took his mistress and left the country. He wasn’t there for the reading of the will, but then he didn’t need to be. He wasn’t in it, though he still doesn’t know that.”

  Channing sat up straighter at her words. It was then he recalled she had said he married her mother for the money. So it wasn’t Huntington who had the money, it had been Abigail’s mother.

  Abigail grinned. “Now you understand. My father thinks he has all of Mum’s money, but he forgot a clause in their marriage agreement that states if he has an affair and my mother can prove it, all her money goes to me.”

  “You father has no idea?”

  “None. I’ve been formulating my plan for years. After my mother’s death, I began to research where I wanted to go. It wasn’t until my cat died that I had no reason not to put my plan into motion. That’s when I sent the letter to you, or Mr. Rye, actually.”

  Channing rose from the bed and walked to the opened double doors. “It’s not Huntington’s money.” He said it more to himself than to her.

  “No,” she said from behind him.

  He hadn’t heard her rise from the bed. His mind was in a whirlwind of how he could extract his revenge now. “So, you staged your kidnapping why?”

  “To prove that he doesn’t care,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed his shoulder. “I know he won’t respond to the letter, but he’ll learn quickly that he no longer has access to any of my funds. And he’ll be kicked out of my house that I’ve allowed him to stay in. I’m finally taking what’s mine.”

  Abby watched Channing closely. The news that the money wasn’t her father’s had obviously been a huge blow. The stunned expression on his face had made her gut twist. Whatever her father had done to him must have been horrendous. Everything her father touched, he ruined.

  She found herself more than curious about Channing’s story now. Since he had teased her body into giving him what he wanted, there was no reason she couldn’t do the same. Besides, she’d wanted to touch his arousal since she had looked upon it last night.

  She moved to stand in front of him, uncaring that anyone could pass by and see them standing naked in his room. His gaze moved to her face. She saw the compassion in his eyes and knew she would help him hurt her father like he had been hurt.

  Abby reached down and took his flaccid cock in her hand. His gaze flared and his lips parted. A grin pulled at her lips at his reaction. She loved shocking him as much as she loved pushing the limits to what she would normally do.

  She ran her hand up and down his length. She rolled his balls in her hand before she lightly squeezed him. The more she touched him, the more he thickened in her hand. A muscle moved in his cheek as he clenched his jaw. Her hand moved down his hard length, the heat of him branding her skin. She was amazed at how hot and hard and smooth he was.

  “You’re playing with fire,” he murmured.

  Abby smiled. “I’m enjoying it. I feel as if I’m a different person here, as if Africa has freed me.”

  He cupped her face and took her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue stroking hers with all the desire and longing within him. She melted against him, loving the way he claimed her with his mouth and his body.

  Before she gave into the growing desire of his kiss, Abby pulled away and dropped to her knees. She had seen one of her maids put her mouth on a footman’s cock once, so she knew men liked it.

  She licked her lips and brought his shaft to her mouth. Her tongue gave him a little lick. Channing plunged his hands into her hair and moaned. She slowly licked and kissed down his length until she reached his sac.

  Her hand came up and cupped him before gently rolling his sac in her hand. His breathing quickened, and his eyes closed. Abby smiled inwardly and proceeded to kiss and lick back up to the head of his cock. Only then did she take him into her mouth and swirl her tongue around his tip.

  “Abigail,” he said between clenched teeth.

  She pulled him slowly from her mouth. “It’s your turn, Channing. Tell me why you want revenge on my father?”

  He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “It does.” She moved her hand up and down his length until he groaned. “You got your answers. I want mine.”

  “Finish it, and I’ll tell you.”

  Abby didn’t totally believe him, but if he lied all she had to do was put her mouth on him again until he told her everything she wanted to know.

  She wrapped her lips aro
und him and took him deep inside her mouth. He began to move his hips, sliding his shaft in and out of her mouth. Her hand moved to his sac once more. As soon as she touched him, he groaned.

  His pace quickened as he pushed deeper into her mouth. Abby took all of him, eager to give him the pleasure he had shown her.

  When she thought he would climax, he pulled out of her and tossed her on her stomach onto the bed. He covered her instantly, raising her onto her hands and knees.

  “My God you bring a fire in me,” he whispered in her ear.

  Abby forgot to answer as he entered her from behind. His hands gripped her hips as he plunged into her hard and fast. Breathing became difficult as her body swam with pleasure, and when he reached around and gently tugged on her clit, her climax washed over her instantly.

  While her body pulsed with the orgasm, Channing continued to thrust until he gave a shout and one final push before his seed spilled inside her.

  They collapsed as one on their sides. She was just drifting off to sleep when she felt his arm tighten around her to draw her snugly against him.

  “You’re not going to like my story.”

  Sleep forgotten, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. “I want to know what he’s done.”

  Channing sighed. Only one other person knew his living nightmare, and Rye had taken it to the grave. Channing had never thought he would repeat the tale again.

  “I was in love once,” he began softly. “I knew as soon as I saw Rebecca I wanted her for my wife. My family had made a decent living, and though I wasn’t wealthy, neither was I poor. I thought I gave her everything she wanted. Until one day she went shopping for her trousseau for our wedding. When she returned, she wasn’t the same woman.”

  “What happened?”

  “She met Huntington. She said he was charming and handsome and could give her jewels and silk. Everything I couldn’t.”

  “Channing, I’m so sorry.” Her fingers entwined with his, and she gave him a little squeeze.

  He took a deep breath before continuing. “As expected, I was jealous, but I foolishly thought Huntington was merely trifling with her. It wasn’t until he set her up with her own townhome that I realized what he’d done.”