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you,” he said in a soft voice as he crouched next to her and helped her return the sunglasses to the display. “I thought I saw you, then you vanished.”
    She couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t make her sound like an idiot. When his warm hand slipped into hers, she nearly hyperventilated. So big, his hand engulfed hers in rough heat.
    “Morgan,” he said in a low voice as he tugged her back toward the fountain.
    “What?” Being this near to him scrambled her senses until all she could do was stare up at him.
    “My name is Morgan.” He gave her a wink that made her heart pound harder, if that was even possible.
    “My name really is Violet,” she said in an embarrassingly breathless voice. “I’m named after my great-aunt Violet. She’s eighty-five years old and still makes my mom bring a monthly copy of Playgirl to her in the nursing home. She and the other old ladies all gather in her room together and the one with the best eyesight reads the erotic stories at the top of her lungs to the others, ’cause a lot of the ladies have hearing problems. You haven’t lived until you hear an old woman yelling about balls slapping off someone’s ass.”
    Morgan stared at her and she wanted to die. Her runaway mouth didn’t help the situation. “I don’t have Tourette’s Syndrome. I just babble when I get nervous.”
    To her shock, he threw back his head and roared with laughter, drawing startled gazes and answering smiles from the passing crowd. As his chuckles tapered off into wheezes she tried to pull her hand out of his. His grip tightened and the last of the laughter faded from his face. “Would you like to know what we’re going to do tonight?”
    He still wanted to go out on a date with her? Confused, she wet her lips. “Sure.”
    It must have been her imagination, because she swore his pupils dilated as he focused on her mouth. His voice was certainly deeper as he said, “Though you look delicious in that sweater, I’m going to take you shopping for a dress more appropriate for what I have planned for you.”
    She frowned and tried to tug her hand away again. “I have my own money, you don’t—”
    He tugged her closer until their bodies were separated by only the smallest of distances. She could actually feel the heat radiating off him and his cologne, sharp and masculine, filled her nose. “Please let me do this for you. I grew up dirt poor and always wished I could buy nice things for my mom and my sisters. I enjoy being able to spoil beautiful women.”
    When he put it like that, how could she say anything but, “Okay.”

Chapter Six
     
    All the blood in Morgan’s body seemed to rush to his cock when Violet came out of the dressing room in the gown he had asked her to try on. Champagne-gold chiffon fell in a graceful wash of fabric around her full hips and his mouth watered at the way the top of the dress mounded her generous breasts together. The golden color brought out the deep auburn tones in her hair and it flowed down her back like a waterfall of burning embers.
    She was walking sex, though she didn’t seem to be aware of it.
    Fisting her hands at her sides, she darted a glance up at him then back down at the floor. The matronly store clerk beamed at her as Morgan tried to get his vocal chords to work. She was such a delicious blend of sass and softness. Her vulnerability tugged at every Dom instinct he had and he wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and show her how beautiful she was. But they hadn’t reached that point…yet.
    “You look amazing,” he growled and cleared his throat.
    She laced her hands together in front of her and lifted her chin to meet his eyes. “Thank you.” Her natural voice was low and husky and he couldn’t wait to hear her call his name as she screamed her orgasm. A soft blush warmed her cheeks and he delighted in the effect he had on her.
    It had been hard to pull her out of her shell at first. Only after asking her to