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even asked about her when he’d run into
her best friend, Meredith. Of course, Meredith had volunteered a
whole lot of information about Sarah anyway, mainly about her
modified marital status. Not that it had seemed to matter.
    Her efforts at distraction—to feel pleasure
rather than fear—were useless.
    With her body still thrumming with
unsatisfied arousal, she recalled the note she’d found underneath
her front door mat three days ago, its hand-scrawled message
ricocheting through her mind along with the music of a B-grade
horror movie: I’m coming for you, Sarah. Soon . Nothing
you say or do, and no one you ask for help, can stop me. In fact,
they’ll just suffer for it. You’re mine, ‘til death do we
part.
    Nothing, not her favorite toy, not even her
memories of Luke, could help her forget the danger she was in or
how big a fool she truly was.

CHAPTER TWO
     
    Several days later…
     
    Luke hadn’t been back to Palm Springs in
four years. Not since Sarah Larson had broken his heart. Not since
he’d begun volunteering for every dangerous undercover op he could.
Not since he’d decided life wasn’t worth playing it safe.
    Now?
    He’d heard Sarah had been divorced for
almost a year, and hadn’t had a man in her bed since.
    That was about to change.
    The look in her eyes told him she knew it.
So did the way she tried to shut her door in his face.
    His hand shot out, slamming against the wood
to stop it from closing. Through the opening, her gaze flickered
over his shoulder, no doubt taking in the black leather seat and
gleaming curves of his favorite motorcycle. It was a far cry from
the shiny Mustang he used to drive before he’d left. Less show and
more muscle. Not exactly something the sole heir to his father’s
flourishing textile business was expected to be driving. That just
made him like it more.
    Luke had returned to Palm Springs despite Sarah, not because of her. He’d been fresh off a
lengthy undercover assignment with the Demon Guardians, a notorious
biker gang that had been terrorizing Northern California, when his
socialite mother had called him, begging him to visit his father
before it was too late. She’d made it sound like his father’s
health had deteriorated in the six months since they’d all met in
London. As it turned out, his father had never been better. Luke
hadn’t confronted his mother about her deception but he hadn’t been
planning on sticking around either. Then he’d run into Meredith
Pierce. After an earful from her on Sarah’s single status, he’d
promptly gone home and given his aristocratic, proper mother a hug
that had lifted her off her feet. It was thanks to her, after all,
that he was paying Sarah a visit today.
    Her pale green eyes, which never failed to
take his breath away, narrowed. “What do you want, Luke?”
    “Want?” All kinds of visions popped in his
head. Sarah on her knees with his dick in her mouth. Sarah splayed
under him, her legs ratcheted up and wide by his arms, her neatly
trimmed, golden pubic curls glistening with her pussy juice as he
worked his thick length inside her. The lush, pale globes of her
ass jiggling as he thrust into her from behind—one hand in her hair
and tugging her head back while he sprinkled kisses along her
spine. She’d had several lovers by the time they’d met, but she’d
still been amazingly inexperienced in carnal matters. He’d put an
end to that really fast, and she’d been an eager pupil. The
memories of all their lessons caused his voice to deepen to a growl
when he spoke again. “What makes you think I want something?”
    Her eyes widened slightly, probably because
she registered the arousal edging his words. Just as he suspected
she would, she ignored it. For all her eagerness in the beginning,
Sarah had turned out to be a bit of a coward when it came to truly
pushing boundaries. Too bad for her he was back and intended to
push them harder than ever.
    She snorted and glowered at him. “I