The Couple Behind the Headlines. Lucy King

buried deep inside her. Having sex. Great sex.

      His head went fuzzy, his mouth went dry and his pulse thundered. The urge to haul her into his arms and set about making the fantasy a reality took him completely by surprise and he had to curl his hands into fists to stop himself from reaching for her.

      ‘Which only goes to prove my next point.’

      As the cool tone of her voice filtered into his head, Jack blinked and willed his pulse to slow down.

      Point? What point? He could barely remember his own name, let alone think about any point. He was rock hard and aching. He’d never felt such an overwhelming need to possess, such a primitive urge to claim. And it scared the living daylights out of him.

      Telling himself not to be absurd, that physical attraction—even when it involved someone who had it in for him—was nothing to worry about, he cleared his throat. He ran his hands through his hair. Went to adjust the knot of his tie before remembering that he’d already removed it.

      ‘Which is?’ he said, eventually folding his arms across his chest and hoping he sounded calmer than he felt.

      ‘I’ve heard that you’re arrogant and presumptuous.’

       What?

      Jack frowned as Imogen paused and raised her eyebrows, evidently waiting for some kind of response. What was she expecting him to do? Apologise? Deny it? Or confirm she was right?

      ‘Oh, please don’t hold back on my account,’ he said dryly, having no intention of doing any of that and deciding to see what else she threw at him before responding.