The Rogue's Fortune

“My name.” He kissed her nose. “Just put a little more heat behind it.” It was a dangerous request. His passion might be simmering now, but it wouldn’t take much to push it into a roiling boil.

“Is this how you plan to be tonight?”

“And every night hereafter.”

She rolled her eyes. “Roark.” More a warning than a caress.

He hummed and shook his head. “No one’s going to believe you’re madly in love with me if you use that tone. Try again.”

“Roark.” Exasperated.

“They’ll believe we’re together if you sound impatient. But I had something more like this in mind.” He cupped her face, snared her gaze and held her immobile with his steely will. “Elizabeth.”

To his amusement, her eyes widened and her mouth popped open. He rarely spent time with women that couldn’t handle his brand of seduction. Sophisticated women knew the score. Understood that he might be in it for the short-term, but that he would make it worth their while.

Elizabeth possessed an innocence that both captivated and concerned him. She hadn’t signed up to be seduced. And it was all he could think about doing.

“Do women fall for that?”

Her question shattered the sensual mood.

He frowned. “What do you mean do women fall for that?”

“The sexy voice. The take-off-your-clothes look.”

No one had ever called him on it before. “I’ve never had any complaints.” He cocked his head and regarded her. “Why aren’t you falling for it?”

Her lashes lowered, concealing the secrets in her eyes. “Because I’m wise to your type.”

“My type?” Unsure whether to be amused or annoyed, he prompted, “What type is that?”

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