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“You were a virgin, but your body swallowed me perfectly,” Malcolm laughed softly. “And that pussy of yours is heaven.”

What did someone say to that? Thank you seemed a bit formal since his shaft already grew hard again.

And though I’d never admit it, I was scared to death now.

I wasn’t regretful in the least of what we’d done. In fact, quite the opposite. We couldn’t go back, and I wouldn’t want to. The question was how to go forward.

From his discarded pants, Malcolm’s phone vibrated.

“Forget the phone and hold me.” I didn’t recognize my own voice; it was so was relaxed.

It continued buzzing. He leaned down crushed his lips against mine, kissing me possessively. Then he reached over, extracting his phone. He started to read when suddenly he rolled out from under me to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Sorry, baby. I need to get this.” He pulled me against him.

“Fuck no. It can’t be.” He rubbed the side of his head as he hunched over the phone.

“Can I help?” My arms went around him, my breasts flattening against his back.

He leaned into my embrace. One of his hands reached for mine.

He dropped his cell phone to the floor, crashing back on the bed. He pulled me down to him again. My body fit against his like I was made for him. “My twin brother is missing and presumed dead. He disappeared skydiving over the Amazon.”

Okay. That was a little direct and to the point. Something I always appreciated about his personality.

“I’m so sorry.” I tightened my arm around him.

“Don’t be sorry. We weren’t close. He was pretty much a dick all his life and had no respect for anyone.” His voice sounded hard. Even though he held me, I could feel him growing more distant. “But that’s not the worst part.”

I rest my head on his chest and waited for him to continue. He fisted a strand of my hair, brought it to his nose to inhale the scent, then released it.

Out of nowhere a random thought hit me. How disastrous for any woman to fall in love with a man like Malcolm.

“What could be worse than losing your twin?”

“Becoming the next duke of Lachlan.”

CHAPTER 3

MALCOLM, SEVEN MONTHS LATER

I’d been back home in Scotland for seven months, and it felt like seven years.

When I’d left New York last May within twelve hours of learning the news about my brother, I promised Holly I would call her, but every time I tried to reach her, my call went straight to voicemail. I even phoned her at work, but she’d always been busy.

Until yesterday, when she called me asking for my help. The ‘help’ requested involved her coming to Scotland immediately. I wasn’t a praying man but I said a quick thanks to the cosmic forces bringing her back to me. I would take what I could get.

My thoughts often returned to that night with Holly, especially in the wee hours of the morning when my cock begged for release. Holy fuck, what had that been? I’d had the best sex of my life with a colleague—a virgin.

That last bit blew my mind. Now that I’d had a taste of her, the thought of Noah near her made me clench my fists.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t my biggest problem. My brother’s plane had crashed in the Amazon, and he was presumed dead, which meant I inherited the Dukedom. I’d never wanted the title; growing up, it was clear I was the spare heir. With my parents focused on my brother, Ronan, I’d gone out and built my own life.

Last May, I arrived home to find my mother grief-stricken and creditors beating a path to our door. Between bad investments and my brother’s gambling debts, we were at risk for losing our ancestral home, Lachlan Castle. I threw myself into shoring up finances and the management of the estate. I knew I could never go back to being a physician in New York. It was my duty to carry on the family legacy. I understood it, but I didn’t have to like it.

Just like that, seven months passed, and it was mid-December. Nearly Christmas.

As a boy, I loved Christmas at Lachlan. In the highlands, we escaped Edinburgh’s endless drizzle for fresh snow. Inside the castle, fresh evergreens and boughs of holly lent a festive air along with strings of light. Ornaments that had been in the family for generations were displayed throughout the main living areas.

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