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He glanced at the woman beneath him, the sheer beauty of her face, the feel of her warm flesh against his and for the first time in a long time Alex felt alive. And somehow it was all due to this woman. He may have just met her. Hell, he may know absolutely nothing about her but one thing he did know. He would do whatever it took to keep her in his life, in his bed because she was the only woman that had ever managed to find a way into his heart.

He took her lips again and invaded her mouth like a marauder searching for treasure. And she was full of treasure. Her taste, the feel of her hands on his shoulders and stroking up and down his spine, the rake of her nails, the rasp of her nipples, and the clasp of her thighs on his hips was his entire world right now. He was completely enmeshed in this moment, in this woman. And more than anything he didn't want to let go.

It was more than sex between them this time and he wrapped himself in the moment. The slow glide of his dick deep inside her, so deep that he felt as if they were one person at times. The soft sighs that left her lips almost as if against her will. But mostly it was the warmth that filled him up and overflowed. The beat of his heart seemed to be in synch with hers and, God help him, but he didn't want this to end, didn't want them to find their pleasure and find release. He wanted to keep them right here, right now, for as long as possible. He pushed deep and held still enjoying the sheer feel of her capturing and holding him inside. Her gorgeous green eyes flicked open again and he locked on them as he took her mouth again. And when she responded immediately this time she sealed her own fate. That one unguarded moment let him know that she was feeling the same thing that he was.

This time when she tried to encourage him to move faster and harder he knew exactly what she was trying to do. She was trying to make him like every other un-emotional sexual encounter she had ever had. But this time he wasn't complying. This time he was demanding everything from her and the more she fought it the more he wanted it. In the aftermath he held her close, something he had never done before with any other woman and wasn't even surprised when he felt the wetness of her tears on his chest.

He glanced up as Patrick left the bathroom fully dressed and nodded as his friend headed to the door and left him alone with Maggie. His buddy knew that there was something more between him and Maggie and being the gentleman he was he left to give them some time alone. Oh, Patrick had enjoyed Maggie and if Alex and Maggie wanted, he was sure that Patrick would join them again. But for now he needed to make Maggie see that there had to be a next time. He had to make her believe that he was more than a casual encounter.

Her tears stopped and Maggie tried to pull away from him. Alex held her tight and refused to let her put physical distance between them when she was already doing a good job of putting emotional distance between them. He placed his fingers beneath her jaw and tilted her face so that he could see it. She refused to meet his eyes but the watery brilliance along with the tear tracks on her cheeks made him bend down to place kisses there. She was beauty in every way. The woman even looked gorgeous when she cried.

"Look at me Maggie,” Alex coaxed and took the shudder that rolled through her body into his as she finally met his eyes. He was shocked by the look in her eyes. She looked so sad and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. “What's wrong baby? What's bothering you?"

Maggie shook her head, her lips sealed.

"I know that you felt it too Maggie. I know that this was more than just sex for you and I'm not going to let you pretend otherwise.” Her eyes flicked up to his again and he didn't check the impulse to bend down and take her mouth again. He could taste her tears and they humbled him as nothing else could. “I want to know you Maggie. I want to know everything about you. Your hopes and dreams. Your worries and fears. I want to know that you're not just a dream. I want you.” He knew that he was revealing things that he shouldn't but this woman made him give what he never had before.

"I can't.” Maggie shuddered against him and her chin wobbled as a lone tear made its way down her cheek. “Don't you see that I can't let him win? I can't let him get his way."

"Who?” Alex demanded and he didn't care that his voice was rough and hard at the moment. Some other man was causing Maggie's anxiety and he would take care of that immediately. Maggie was his woman now, whether she realised it yet or not. “Who is going to win? What are you talking about Maggie?"

"He wants me to seduce one of you and marry you. He demanded that I put the company first and do what my duty was.” She looked as if her heart was breaking but she kept his gaze and didn't look away. “I've spent my whole life trying to please him, trying to make him proud. But it was never enough. I was never enough. Because I was a woman. And now I find myself wanting to do this, wanting to be with you. But once again he's the ghost in the room. And I can't. I just can't, Alex."

"What are you talking about Maggie? Who wants you to seduce one of us and marry us? You're not making any sense.” Alex was totally lost in this conversation except for the fact that she said that she wanted to marry him. Instead of scaring the hell out of him it made his heart beat faster and opened a place in his heart that he hadn't been aware was empty.

"My father Alex. The man you met today. The man who ordered me from the room before he spoke with you and Patrick. He wants me to seduce you and marry you so that he can have the man he wants take over his company. And no matter what I think I might be feeling for you, I can't do what he wants. I can't.” Maggie was almost crying again and if the shaking of her body was any indication this was taking a lot out of her.

Alex lay there for a moment holding her close while he waded through what she was saying and where he had met her until everything clicked into place. Then he threw his head back and laughed and laughed. He felt Maggie stiffen up next to him and only squeezed her closer when she tried to pull away. This was sheer perfection.

"Your father is Dom Alexander Houston.” It was a statement but he looked down at her waiting for the slight nod before he laughed again. “Oh sweetheart, I'm the last man your dad would want you to hook up with. And Patrick would be a close second.” Maggie started to open her mouth, to argue with him probably but he took her mouth with a kiss again. Lord, he couldn't get enough of this woman. “Where did you go when you left the room?"

"I went to my office and packed my stuff up. I didn't plan to do what he wanted so I emptied my few personal items out of the office and took them out to my car. I'm not going back to the office, to the house, or to him. I'll find a job elsewhere and make a life for myself away from him and everything to do with him.” She had fire in her green eyes and she was making his dick twitch again though he had already had her twice in the last hour and a half.

"Had you stuck around you would have met the two men that your father was waiting for. I'm sure that both of them were exactly what your dad was planning for you.” He laughed again at the look of confusion on her face. “I don't know why I didn't put it together when I saw you in the office and he called you Margaret. I should have but I seem to have trouble thinking of much of anything around you. Except being inside you, your body, your mind, your very soul."

"What are you talking about Alex? What other men?” Maggie shook her head but there was no hiding the shining light of hope that shone from her eyes now.

"When your father found out why we were there he sent us away as soon as he could. On our way out there were two other men there that his secretary was telling that he wasn't seeing anyone else today. She must have confused us with them,” Alex shrugged and grinned down at Maggie. “But then he surely didn't hire her for her secretarial skills."

Maggie giggled and buried her head in his shoulder sharing the joke with him. “He must have been very angry with her. Guess she won't be the flavour of the month too much longer.” She giggled again and looked up at him then seemed to realise what else he had said. “What were you there for? Why would he send you away?"

"Have you ever wondered about your mother's family Maggie? Have you ever wanted to meet them and get to know them?"

Maggie's eyes went sad again as she shook her head. “Dom made sure that I knew that they didn't want anything to do with me. They never saw mom and didn't even come to her funeral.” She stopped as Alex shook his head gently denying what she was saying.

"Lies, Maggie. All lies. Your Grandmother and the rest of your family had no idea that your mother was even dead until recently when one of your cousins started doing genealogy and came across her obituary. They had no idea about your mother's death or anything else. Your Grandmother said that it was like she disappeared when she married your dad.” He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, just a gentle brush of his against hers. “She wasn't even sure that you existed."

"So you're a private investigator or something?” Maggie asked as emotions rolled through her. She had a family, a real family. A Grandmother and cousins and all that. She had more than her dad. “They hired you to find me?"

"Your grandmother hired us to find out about you and your mother. She wants to meet you but most importantly she wants to know that you are okay.” Alex smiled down at her and she wondered how a British sex god got hooked up as a private investigator with a smooth southern boy. She sensed that there was a hell of a story behind it, one that he would eventually share with her. “So what do you say Maggie. Want to go meet your other family? Want to go with me and see what happens?"

"Yes,” she breathed and she knew that he understood what she was saying yes to by the smile that took over his face. He was everything she'd been searching for alright and now she was going to grab on with both hands and see where this took her. She'd never really had a relationship that was more than a casual thing and would be lying if she tried to pretend that she wasn't afraid.

"So what was your plan Maggie? Were you going to sleep with both men and then walk away from both of them?"

"Something like that.” She smiled up at him and laughed when he gave her a mock glare.

"Well you're lucky that you got the wrong two men baby. I'm not going to deny the shock of jealousy that goes through me at the thought of you with anyone else."

"Even Patrick?” She questioned and actually giggled again when he smacked her on the butt.

"Oh, I'm sure that we could persuade Patrick to join us again for the occasional ménage as long as you realise one thing."

"What?” Maggie asked.

"That Maggie's ménage is Alex's too,” he murmured and rolled over pulling her atop him. His cock was long and full between her and she needed no encouragement to mount up. He reached blindly along the bed for a condom and ripped it open. She rose reluctantly off his flesh only long enough for him to roll the condom into place before she took him inside again. “Not without me baby. Not without me there to protect you and make sure that you are taken care of."

"Not without you,” she agreed thinking that she would never need a ménage again as long as she had him in her life. “Never without you."

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"Where the hell have you been young lady?” Dom demanded as Maggie entered the room. He was appalled that his daughter was in jeans and sandals with a casual shirt. She looked common.

"Why I've been busy daddy dearest,” Maggie cooed and it was then that he noticed the rock on her finger.

"So you married one of them. Which one was it?” Dom demanded. He'd of course have to make them redo the wedding vows, a big society splash filled with all the right people but at least the girl had finally shown some common sense and done what he'd ordered.

"I didn't marry either of those men."

"Well, who then? Who did you marry Margaret?” Dom could feel the vein pounding in his temple and knew that his face was turning red with anger.

"Do you remember the two men that came into the office the last time I was here? The two that were sent to discuss things with you?” Maggie smiled up at him when he snarled at her.

"What the hell have you done you stupid little girl? Those weren't the ones you were supposed to entice. Can't you do anything right? Do I have to do everything for you?” He turned away and moved behind the desk. “I'll take care of the dissolution. Just tell me where the ceremony took place and I'll get you out of this mess."

"San Antonio,” she murmured and waited for the bomb to drop in the room as her father processed that bit of information. When understanding lit his eyes she just grinned and nodded her head at him. “That's right. I've met the family you tried to keep from me. I've met them and they're wonderful."

"You don't know what you're talking about. Your mother couldn't wait to get away from them,” he declared.

"Because she thought your money would buy her happiness. She learned a different lesson though, didn't she?” Maggie's eyes went cold now as she took in the man in front of her. It was amazing what a little bit of knowledge and distance could make you see. He was nothing. And she had spent too much of her life trying to please nothing.

"You're just as stupid as your mother,” her father thundered as he stood from behind the desk planting his meaty fists on the surface and leaning towards her. She was almost afraid that Alex would enter the room and hoped that Patrick would keep him out there waiting for her instead of helping him into the room. And just the thought of Alex made her smile and release the rest of the pain at having a father who didn't love her, who saw her as nothing more than a possession.

"No, I'm nothing like my mother, not anymore, and never again. It took me long enough but I've finally realised something that she never did.” Maggie looked again at her father and felt a deep sadness for him. As much as he surrounded himself by people and things when he died he would be all alone. And he had no one to blame except himself.

"What is it that you think you've learned little girl?” he demanded but the bluster had dimmed and she realised that he knew she was leaving.