Trusting Love by Billi Jean

control our ancient ancestors once had to control their mates. But whatever the reason, with my words alone, I can bring my wife to orgasm.”
    Eric frowned but didn’t say anything. What was there to say? Duke sounded like he was pulling some parlour trick out of his ass.
    “Victoria, come for me.”
    As Eric watched, Victoria gasped, her eyelids fluttered and her mouth opened on a silent oh of surprise. Her arms shook and he could see she was clearly climaxing.
    “Come again,” Duke commanded.
    She shuddered, digging her nails into the polished surface of the desk and dropped her head down to pant into the wooden surface. Eric nearly blew his load.
    “You see, Eric, with one word, a man can give this much pleasure to his match. For you, I think, Sonya wouldn’t be that woman. But I do have another in mind for you, one that can keep up with you and satisfy more than merely carnal desires.”
    A woman who could keep up with him, not only keep up but come on demand?
    Hell fucking yeah .
    “I think, Duke, I’m all up for trying anything you recommend,” Eric said, not bothering to hide the envy in his voice.
     

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Kristen contemplated the closed door to her bedroom and the man behind it with such a feeling of frustration that she flung her hands up and turned to the kitchen sink to stare out of the window.
    Why is this happening? All this time, she’d stayed safely insulated from wanting anything, from even thinking of going on with a life, and now, right in the middle of a snowstorm mounting up enough snow to keep her trapped inside for days, if not a week, the one man in all this world whom she’d cried for as many nights as she’d cried over the loss of her beautiful child, appeared from the dead. She’d cried for him, not because he’d hurt her, but because she’d lost the dream of being with him when he’d died.
    No wonder I thought he looked familiar.
    But then again, Robert McNeil had never come that close to her for her to completely memorise every facet of his unique features. He’d stayed away from her, but she knew it wasn’t for lack of interest. It was because of the attraction that burned between them that the honourable Robert McNeil had stayed away. Even when she’d wanted him not to, she remembered.
    What am I going to do? He was here. Hurt, but so real, so alive and warm, and here , she felt all those broken pieces inside her shattering all over again. She wanted him to make love to her. At the same time the thought scared her so badly she shook.
    She bit down on her lip, worrying it while she tried to think of a way out of this nightmare. It wasn’t a dream come true. He’d not stormed in days before Daniel had taken her little angel on that drive, he’d not stopped Daniel from drinking and driving and he’d not brought her Angelina all safe and sound out of the wreckage of Daniel’s truck.
    Her heart dropped to her stomach and a shudder of pain made her tears overflow at her crazy thoughts.
    Nothing could bring her daughter back, nothing could heal the loss. A parent should never outlive her child.
    Robert wasn’t to blame. He wasn’t a hero set on saving her.
    Why should he? I was married to someone else. I had no business even thinking of him the way I did. And now, it’s too late. I’m broken and I’m never going to be whole again. Never going to be the woman I once was.
    She turned away from the sink. Exercise. She needed outside. The cabin felt too small with the demanding man behind the closed door.
    Feeling wooden inside, she put on her winter gear, letting the tears fall as she shoved her feet into her boots. The first blast of freezing dark air took her breath away and she wiped the tears off before they froze. Her lashes grew icy and she tightened the scarf around her lower face to block most of the wind. Snow had fallen to cover her path up to her calves. It would be to her knees in hours if she didn’t move it.
    And Robert wanted to drive in