She tugged on her left ear lobe. “You aren’t…done?”

Not even close. “Are you?”

Her eyes held his.

He stopped breathing.

Her hand dropped as she shook her head. “No. I’m not.”

He lifted her into his arms again.

Piper laughed. “You have to stop carrying me!”

But she was small and sexy, and he liked having her in his arms.

Her arms twined around his neck, and her legs curled around his hips. Truly, the perfect position. He kissed her as he turned and took her back into his bedroom. He kept kissing her, and he carried Piper into the bathroom.

He kicked the door shut behind them as steam filled the air.

***

The bastard had money. He lived in a freaking mansion, and the place was surrounded by security. The cameras were easy enough to spot, and, as he scanned the house through his binoculars, he knew that it would be a mistake to get too close.

Piper was inside. Inside with Eric Wilde.

Lights were on—downstairs and upstairs.

They were still awake.

What were they doing?

Fucking?

Piper shouldn’t let anyone else touch her. Piper had been meant for him. If she’d given in and screwed that other bastard…Piper would pay.

He’d chosen her. He’d waited for her. He’d intended to put the world at her feet.

She should have turned to him. Should have needed him.

She would only get one more chance. He’d let her have one more chance…to leave that big house, to come from behind the walls, to come to him.

And if she didn’t…

Then he’d destroy the bastard who’d tried to take her from him.

Chapter Nine

Something was on top of her. Something warm and heavy stretched across her stomach, and Piper frowned even before her eyes opened. Her hand rose, and she shoved at the offending object—

She touched something warm. A little hairy.

An…arm?

Her eyes flew open. An arm was across her stomach. A tanned, muscled arm. An arm that—as her wide eyes followed it—led back to…Eric. A sleeping Eric. Because she was still in his bed. They were both still naked. Only it wasn’t night any longer.

Bright sunlight fell onto the bed. Onto her. And Piper realized exactly what she’d done.

She’d slept with her best friend’s brother.

The enemy. The bane of her teenage existence.

The…best lover she’d ever had.

Her eyes squeezed closed. Last night, the plan had seemed like a good one. She knew Eric didn’t want any kind of future with her. Eric wasn’t the future type. How many times had Ben told her the guy was a playboy who wouldn’t settle down with anyone?