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Dev sat back to wait. Tally’s hair was long and thick, a sensuous silken skein
of midnight-black that fell to her hips and made his hands itch to touch it. It had to be
hell to dry, though. He would have loved to stand behind her, wielding the dryer,
watching the cool strands slowly dry beneath the heat of the device. Instead, he sat and
waited. The fireworks to come would be hot enough; he didn’t have to tempt an early
explosion.
Long minutes later the hair dryer flipped off. Dev sat up straighter in the chair, his
eyes narrowing as he watched the doorway. Tally walked through it slowly, her
characteristic, sensual glide a little less relaxed than it usually was. Her long hair fell
down her back, caressing her hips, but the rest of her body was bare. Bare and perfect.
Gold glittered at her nipples and winked at him between her perfect thighs as she came
to an abrupt halt in the middle of the floor.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Her eyes nearly glowed in furious heat, her
dusky cheeks flushing with anger.
Dev’s brows rose in surprise. Her voice was gritty with emotion, her body fairly
trembling with it. This was not the cool, self-possessed siren that had haunted his
dreams for so long. This was better. More than he could have expected.
He propped his ankle on his knee, leaning back in the chair as she jerked a long,
cream-colored silk robe from the smaller chair by her bed table and pulled it on with
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quick, angry movements. She still had yet to notice the restraints or the sexual devices
on the table.
“Leave,” she snapped as she belted the robe around her slender waist. “Now.”
Dev sighed heartily. “I’m not Lucian, Tally. Your anger doesn’t bother me as it does
him.”
Lucian, despite his often sarcastic attitude in the face of her normally cold temper,
had that basic male trepidation when it came to prodding at an unpredictable female.
Unlike his brother, it was an art Dev had perfected in his youth and had steadily
applied over the years.
“Does jail bother you?” She crossed her arms under her breasts as she stared back at
him heatedly. “Breaking and entering is illegal.”
“The door was unlocked,” he informed her, watching in satisfaction as her eyes
widened in shock.
He could read her emotions as clearly as a book now. The cold mockery had been
stripped away, leaving bare the woman beneath as she stared back at him with
haunting, shadowed emotion.
“I don’t care if it was standing wide open.” She showed her teeth in a snarl that
made his dick jerk in arousal. “Pick your ass up and get out.”
Oh, now there was the Tally he knew existed beneath the carefully polished
exterior. Vibrant, explosive, her temper was more than a match for the dominance that
pulsed thick and hot through his and Lucian’s blood.
He came slowly to his feet, watching her carefully.
“You honestly believe that little performance earlier isn’t going to be addressed,
Tally?” he asked her, keeping his voice soft, though he did nothing to hide the
annoyance that throbbed beneath it. “You should have expected one of us to show up
ready to do battle, if not both.”
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Her gaze flickered. Dev controlled the pleased smile that crossed his lips. She had
expected Lucian and had been confident she could turn him away. She had obviously
seen his patience as weakness instead, and thought him easier to control than Dev was.
“Poor Tally.” He sighed. “You’ve misjudged Lucian, but you’ll learn that soon
enough. Even worse, you underestimated me. I won’t let you run so easily. The game
stops here and now.”
“What is with you two?” she snapped, her voice thick with anger, her face flushed,
eyes shining with emotion. Damn, he had thought her beautiful before, but now she
took his breath away. “Can’t you accept defeat? Can’t you accept that there’s a woman
alive that doesn’t respond to you? You tried, you
of midnight-black that fell to her hips and made his hands itch to touch it. It had to be
hell to dry, though. He would have loved to stand behind her, wielding the dryer,
watching the cool strands slowly dry beneath the heat of the device. Instead, he sat and
waited. The fireworks to come would be hot enough; he didn’t have to tempt an early
explosion.
Long minutes later the hair dryer flipped off. Dev sat up straighter in the chair, his
eyes narrowing as he watched the doorway. Tally walked through it slowly, her
characteristic, sensual glide a little less relaxed than it usually was. Her long hair fell
down her back, caressing her hips, but the rest of her body was bare. Bare and perfect.
Gold glittered at her nipples and winked at him between her perfect thighs as she came
to an abrupt halt in the middle of the floor.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Her eyes nearly glowed in furious heat, her
dusky cheeks flushing with anger.
Dev’s brows rose in surprise. Her voice was gritty with emotion, her body fairly
trembling with it. This was not the cool, self-possessed siren that had haunted his
dreams for so long. This was better. More than he could have expected.
He propped his ankle on his knee, leaning back in the chair as she jerked a long,
cream-colored silk robe from the smaller chair by her bed table and pulled it on with
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quick, angry movements. She still had yet to notice the restraints or the sexual devices
on the table.
“Leave,” she snapped as she belted the robe around her slender waist. “Now.”
Dev sighed heartily. “I’m not Lucian, Tally. Your anger doesn’t bother me as it does
him.”
Lucian, despite his often sarcastic attitude in the face of her normally cold temper,
had that basic male trepidation when it came to prodding at an unpredictable female.
Unlike his brother, it was an art Dev had perfected in his youth and had steadily
applied over the years.
“Does jail bother you?” She crossed her arms under her breasts as she stared back at
him heatedly. “Breaking and entering is illegal.”
“The door was unlocked,” he informed her, watching in satisfaction as her eyes
widened in shock.
He could read her emotions as clearly as a book now. The cold mockery had been
stripped away, leaving bare the woman beneath as she stared back at him with
haunting, shadowed emotion.
“I don’t care if it was standing wide open.” She showed her teeth in a snarl that
made his dick jerk in arousal. “Pick your ass up and get out.”
Oh, now there was the Tally he knew existed beneath the carefully polished
exterior. Vibrant, explosive, her temper was more than a match for the dominance that
pulsed thick and hot through his and Lucian’s blood.
He came slowly to his feet, watching her carefully.
“You honestly believe that little performance earlier isn’t going to be addressed,
Tally?” he asked her, keeping his voice soft, though he did nothing to hide the
annoyance that throbbed beneath it. “You should have expected one of us to show up
ready to do battle, if not both.”
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Her gaze flickered. Dev controlled the pleased smile that crossed his lips. She had
expected Lucian and had been confident she could turn him away. She had obviously
seen his patience as weakness instead, and thought him easier to control than Dev was.
“Poor Tally.” He sighed. “You’ve misjudged Lucian, but you’ll learn that soon
enough. Even worse, you underestimated me. I won’t let you run so easily. The game
stops here and now.”
“What is with you two?” she snapped, her voice thick with anger, her face flushed,
eyes shining with emotion. Damn, he had thought her beautiful before, but now she
took his breath away. “Can’t you accept defeat? Can’t you accept that there’s a woman
alive that doesn’t respond to you? You tried, you
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