Shed almost made him believe she was innocent
Michael North knew Bree Oliver was a gorgeous gold digger after his brothers fortune, so he seduced her in a night of lovemaking and swore hed let her go. Then a tragic accident changed everything. Now he must honor a deathbed promise to his brotherto protect the one woman Michael can never trust.
But watching over the pregnant Bree tests the tycoons self-control. Is Bree as virtuous as she claims? Or is he a fool to fall for her act? Torn between desire and distrust, Michaels walking a treacherous line, unaware of the shocking secret shes carrying.
Now whos seducing who?
Michael pushed Bree back against the wall, and his lips found hers. He kissed her hard and long. Glorious heat rushed through her veins as she kissed him back.
He lifted his head. Dazed, her heart racing, her eyes met the wildness in his gaze. He was the father of her unborn baby. In spite of all the walls shed tried to erect against him, she still felt connected to him.
What she really wanted was for him to love their child and maybe someday love her, too. And when he kissed her like this, some idiotic part of her believed that could happen, that he might change someday, that he might see her as she was and be capable of respecting herof loving her.
Dear Reader,
When Michael Norths younger brother, Will, whos dying, begs Michael to protect Bree, his pregnant widow, Michael is torn, because eight weeks earlier hed seduced Bree to protect Will from her gold-digging schemes. Not only had his brother married her anyway, Michael, who cant forget her, is devastated that hed meant so little. But how can he walk away when her unborn baby is his heir and the last living link to his brother?
One of my walking partners, who loves to cook, inspired Bree. A failing restaurateur, Bree is family-oriented and sensual and very tuned in to food. A successful businessman whom I admire recently told me how growing up without enough love negatively impacted his life. He inspired the character of Michael.
Love demands a surrender of self that is much harder for some people. Although Michael is drawn to the loving person he senses in Bree, he is too conditioned by his past to trust his emotions.
Then he finds out hes the one whos in the wrong. Suddenly, he feels so lost without Bree and her child, he has no choice but to surrender.
Happy reading,
Ann
Her Pregnancy Secret
Ann Major
www.millsandboon.co.uk
ANN MAJOR lives in Texas with her husband of many years and is the mother of three grown children. She has a masters degree from Texas A&M at Kingsville, Texas, and is a former English teacher. She is a founding board member of the Romance Writers of America and a frequent speaker at writers groups.
Ann loves to writeshe considers her ability to do so a gift. Her hobbies include hiking in the mountains, sailing, ocean kayaking, traveling and playing the piano. But most of all, she enjoys her family. Visit her website at www.annmajor.com.
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To Ted
I love you more
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Extract
One
Michael North awakened with a violent start in the middle of the night.
His first thought was for the safety of the exquisite woman curled trustingly against him. She was warm and soft, beguilingly beautiful in the moonlight with her dark golden hair spilling across his pillow. He wanted to touch that hair and kiss her lips again, wanted it so much he had to clench his hands.
Ironically, hed enjoyed his evening with her more than hed enjoyed being with anyone in a very long time.
Maybe that was why his gut twisted as he experienced an uncustomary pang of conscience. After all, hed seduced her for very deliberate, self-serving reasons.
Careful not to disturb her, he sat up and brushed a lock of thick black hair out of his eyes. Everything hed done tonightthe seductive dinner at her failing bistro, the lovemaking in his penthouse, all the shared laughter and smileshad been a lie.
Hed set her up so he could protect his naive younger brother.
But at some point Michael had forgotten about Will. His dinner date with Bree had begun with champagne served in sparkling flutes at Chez Z, the intimate French bistro shed inherited from her famous brother, Johnny Z. She loved to cook and to eat, and Michael had loved watching her indulge.
Shed blushed when shed drunk champagne. Shed sighed when shed licked chocolate off her fingertips, and his. The wet, warm tip of her tongue against his flesh had almost been as good as having sex with her. Almost.
Hed loved the sound of her laughter, the glow of her cheeks when she teased him, the flash of intelligence in her slanting eyes when shed made him feel clever and her wildness in bed. When had he had such a good time with anybody?
Surprisingly, Bree had given him more pleasure and tenderness and amusement during their evening than hed ever imagined possible.
Because, first, she wasnt his usual type. He went for cool, sophisticated glamour, for sleek, slim blondes who made heads turn and other men envy him. Bree was lush and earthy and wanton. She loved color and baubles and cheap scarves and probably didnt bother to carry a comb in her purse.
And second, Bree Oliver, for all her seeming innocence and charms, was a gold digger. Shed targeted his foolish brother, thinking Will was the chump she needed to keep Chez Z from going into bankruptcy.
For Wills sake, Michael had to finish her off. No matter how much hed enjoyed being with her or how fabulous shed been in bed, she deserved it.
If only Michael had been as smart five years ago when hed fallen for Anya Parris. But, no, like a fool, when Anya had lied about being pregnant, hed married her. Hed suffered through a hellish marriage that had included infidelity, scandal and a very public divorce.
Never again would Michael forget the cynical truth about the North wealth. It attracted women who pretended a genuine interest in him when all they wanted was the use of his penthouse, his ranch, his helicopters, his private jets, his invitations to the right clubs, the best restaurants and the A-list parties. Unlike his brother, Michael wasnt above enjoying the women his money lured, but only for brief intervals.
Never again would he believe any woman wanted more from him than his luxurious lifestyle. Never again would he make the mistake of forming a serious attachment. Unfortunately Will, whod had a more indulged childhood than Michael, was too trusting for his own good. It was up to Michael to save Will from Bree.
Soft summer moonlight turned the high ceilings of his loft and his large bed to shades of silver and gray. Brees body felt warm; treacherously so as she nestled closer against him. Her cheap silver bangles and necklaces on the bedside table glittered. Her colorful, filmy clothes and scarves lay in tangles on the floor beside her sandals where hed stripped her while shed swayed to music, laughing.
The cozy heat of her satin-soft body lured him. He wanted to stay beside her, to see the shy warmth of her sweetly crooked smile and the flirtatious glow that lit her amber eyes every time he kissed her.
No, he had to finish her offnoweven if her sweet strawberry scent filled his nostrils and made him weak with the craving to bury his lips in her thick, satiny hair, to kiss her throat, to taste her mouth and other parts of her sexy, feminine anatomy just one more time.
Intoxicated by her soft, sensual allure, he lingered in the bed beside her, torturing himself as he savored her warmth and remembered all the ways theyd made love.
Shed been so silky and tight the first time, like a velvet glove. When hed pushed eagerly inside, holding her against the wall, shed cried out. But when hed stopped out of concern for her, shed pressed her palms into the small of his spine and pleaded with him to stayto stay forever if that was possible. Slowly her small body had accommodated itself to him. Driving into her, the pleasure of each stroke had been so total in its visceral thrill that fierce pleasure unlike any he had ever known had saturated every cell in his body.
Shed been a damn good actress, playing at virginal innocence, enticing him, then surrendering like a wanton. Shed nearly undone him. Shed almost made him believe that he alone, not his fortune, was special to her.
Who knew? shed whispered with him sheathed inside her. I like it. No, I love it. Then shed stroked his cheek lovingly, her eyes shining with wonder. Im glad its you. I never thought it would be half so nice. I always wanted to date someone as handsome and smart as you. I...I just never thought anybody like you...would look at a girl like me.
It had been nice for him, too, being with her. More than nice.
Special.
His world could be so cold, and she seemed so sweet. For one forbidden moment, when shed kissed him as if shed wanted to consume him, hed lost himself in the searing hot, torrid welcome of her body. Hed almost forgotten to protect himself.
Every time hed made love to her, even with a condom, the sex had gotten better. And each time afterward when shed clung to him, shed seemed sweeter. Whatever this thing was between them, it had shaken him to the core. Hell, just thinking about her and what shed done to him made him hard again, even as he lay beside her icily plotting his next step.
Will said you were cold and uptight, shed whispered.
He hadnt liked her comparing him to Will, but with every kiss and unassuming glance her power over him had increased. A connection to her built deep inside him and morphed into something that felt more than physical.
What had been going on?
Her mysterious white-hot appeal had fueled a compulsion that no other woman had ever aroused in him. Shed made him ravenous. Together their writhing bodies had burned and soared. His out-of-control excitement had felt addictive, tempting him to forget everything he knew about women like her. Shed provided some deeply needed comfort he hadnt known hed craved until hed experienced it in her arms. He had never known a real home, or felt at home with anyone, not even with the Norths, whod given him their name and had claimed him as family. Not until tonight...with her.
She was dangerous. He had to rid himself of her quickly.
If he stalled for even one more night, she might have him totally in her power. He might even sink his own money into her bistro.
If he invested enough, would she favor him over Will?
Hell, he had the money. A part of him wanted her to prefer him to all others.
He swore. Such thoughts could derail him from his purpose. Just as he was about to throw off the covers and escape her so he could get his head straight, she whimpered. Clutching at his arms, she seemed to expect him to protect her from some mysterious terror.
Michael...
His heart throbbed. Oh, God.
Her voice was feminine, helpless. When her featherlight fingertips brushed his skin, he burned, aching for her all over again. No way could he resist her plea.
How old was she? Twenty-five? Ten years younger than he was? Or even younger? Whatever her age, with her thick, dark gold hair tumbling about her face and bare shoulders, her wild beauty dazzled him. She had a classic brow, a long, thin nose, high cheekbones, an incandescent complexion and full, voluptuous lips.
Not that she had the money or sense of style to dress properly. Her baggy, overlarge clothes had concealed and distracted more than theyd enhanced her beauty. But nakedwith her tiny waist, curvy hips, soft breasts and those pert nipples exposedshe was perfect.
More than anything he wanted to roll her over, take her in his arms, hold her and pet her hair, and whisper that everything was all right. But nothing was all right. Not when he knew what she wasand what he had to doand yet still felt so powerfully attracted to her.
* * *
Careful not to disturb her, he arose. He had to get a grip. But the minute he broke their physical connection, she sensed it and seemed to miss his presence as much as he missed hers.
Michael, she purred in a sexy, sleep-blurred tone. Darling, come back to bed.
Im not your darling, he growled, hating that on some level he wanted to be.
Michael, I... Have I done something...? At his harsh tone, her voice grew shy and uncertain before it died in the silvery darkness.
The powerful need to comfort her from the hurt he was determined to inflict wrapped around him.
Hell. He had to finish thisor he would go crazy.
Im not your darling, he repeated ruthlessly. Tonight, everything, all of itit was all lies.
Lies?