Elizabeth was different. She tempted him too much and too fast. But he was a billionaire businessman with a family who relied on him and a self-made fortune. He had been chased by the most beautiful women in the world for years. He would not act on his infatuation yet, particularly not with a woman who had such a troublesome family.

That was why he had delayed the shooting at the Longbourn Restaurant for almost five months, distracting Charles with other urgent projects. Two weeks ago, however, Darcy’s and Elizabeth’s paths had crossed accidentally. He was attending a food and wine function in Kent with his cousin, only to discover that she was exhibiting her chocolate creations there. She was as tempting as her Pure Indulgence. And that blasted Richard had used every possible minute to flirt and chat her up. Darcy was green with jealousy and almost tongue-tied, at first. But he drew comfort from the fact that she kept talking and teasing him, despite Richard’s efforts to monopolize her.

Darcy now believed that Elizabeth still liked him very much, even after a five-month absence. Maybe she had been waiting for him to take the first move. So here he was, finally arriving with his crew to shoot the episode about Longbourn. He hadn’t produced the series personally for a while, but he had come anyway. Two weeks on, however, he had seen her only once or twice. He hadn’t had the opportunity to put things out in the open with her yet, but he was determined to do it soon. He had finally admitted to himself, just this morning, that he needed to make love to her soon or he would lose his insanity.

“Where the bloody hell are you, Darcy?”

Elizabeth’s voice startled him from his reflection. He was about to reply when the pantry door was pushed open with such a force that the hinges nearly flew apart. He was confronted with the sizzling hot vision of the pocket-sized dessert goddess wearing a red, silky halter top and tight white jeans. No wonder her chocolate sells so well. I wouldn’t mind visiting her shop every day if she wears clothes like this while serving me.

Darcy calmed his thoughts and spoke politely. “What can I do for you?”

Elizabeth walked a step closer to him, her hands on her hips. It was a most distracting sight for Darcy. As he was still sitting, his eyes were almost on the same level as her cleavage. And what cleavage! She was furious and breathing so hard that Darcy couldn’t help hoping the seam of her top would burst.

“What can you do for me? Can’t you wash your mouth out and rewrite your script for Charles a little bit more politely? Did you know that you had him saying ‘Fuck you!’ over 40 times in that script? Jane has a delicate heart, and she can’t take all this foul language and yelling.”

Lord, I’d love to fuck you too, again and again! Darcy thought. He was exhausted. He hadn’t been able to sleep well for months now, due to the erotic dreams he was having about this woman. On top of that, the shooting hadn’t been going smoothly, as Charles was too damn distracted by his angel. And now this woman was thrusting her breasts in front of him, invading his space with her sexy scent. He wanted to pull her onto his body and stop her yelling with violent kisses.

But he chose not to do that…yet. The pantry was not the right place.

Instead he replied politely again. “It’s the truth. You want us here to rescue Longbourn, and we need her to act like a boss. Otherwise, there will be no Longbourn Restaurant any more.”

“Can’t you make the pill a bit sweeter to swallow? Do you have to ask Charles to swear every three minutes?”

“But that kind of television sells. I bet the footage with Jane in tears and Charles comforting her will shoot the ratings rocket-high.”

Elizabeth was getting angrier and angrier. Her mom and younger sisters had been biting her ears off for bringing in this rescue team. Jane was under a lot of stress and avoided talking to her at all. Creditors were knocking at her door. She couldn’t keep subsidizing Longbourn much longer. It might well sink her own shops, too.

She had come in to see the late-night shoot, just in time to see Jane run off in tears. Elizabeth’s heart ached, and she was torn between running to comfort her or staying to read the riot act to the arrogant producer. She disliked Darcy all the more because, during their first meeting, she had overheard him telling Charles that she was so plain that she wasn’t worth a minute of his time. Since then, she had delighted in teasing and making fun of Darcy, to get revenge for that conceited remark, even though she found him handsome, intelligent and business-savvy. And she hated him all the more after meeting him in Kent again.

When she’d seen Charles chasing after Jane, she’d decided to confront Darcy. She stepped closer still and almost breathed her words on his nose. “You’re only interested in your show. You’re a cheat! You don’t care about any of the restaurants you promise to save. Bloody arrogant cheat! I’d have been much better off to hire a business coach to help us than getting us onto your rubbish show.”

The one thing Darcy hated most was when people questioned his honesty. His blood boiled, and he stopped her from yelling at him in the way he had most been wanting to.

Surging to his feet, he used one hand to grab her by the waist and pull her close. She stumbled and fell heavily against him. With his other hand, he held her head and bent to kiss her violently. He poured all the frustration from his erotic dreams into the kiss. When he sucked on her upper lip, it tasted of pure dark chocolate. Then his tongue pried her lips open and thrust into her mouth, which tasted of hazel nut and milk chocolate. He rammed his tongue into her mouth, twirling, pushing, withdrawing, thrusting again and again, telling her silently how he wanted to possess her body.

Elizabeth struggled at first, trying to push away from him and stand on her own. But after his tongue invaded her mouth, she was lost. She wrapped her hands around his neck and ground her body against his. His six-pack muscles gave her the most stimulating sensation! Her nipples peaked and her stomach lurched.

His hands smoothed over her naked upper back and grabbed her bottom through the jeans, squeezing and rubbing her cheeks. She was much more responsive than in his dream. He untied her top, then sank back into his chair and pulled her down onto his lap, reaching around her to plant his hands on her treasure mounds. They were firm and bouncy. Her skin was smooth and her nipples hardened like rocks.

He felt a huge arousal coming. As she rubbed her bottom over him, he nearly came in that instant. He tried to slow his body down, but her breasts were more than he could resist. He squeezed and fondled them with avid interest, making her moan and squirm on his lap.

The friction was too much. Maddened, he pushed her to stand up and rose with her, tearing at her jeans. He succeeded in opening them and forcing them, along with her tiny panties, down her legs.

Elizabeth gasped, feeling the cool air on her body. Inside, however, she was boiling and eager for action, too. She unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his hairy chest.

“You’re the most arrogant person I know,” she murmured against his skin as he caressed her mound, “but you’re just piping hot!” She pushed her hands down his trousers and grabbed hold of his butt. Her fingernails teased the crest of the cheeks, sending shivers down Darcy’s spine.

He abandoned his caress of her apex and tackled his trousers, pushing them and his boxers down in one go. Then he pressed her against the shelves, kissing her, kneading her twin peaks, rubbing his arousal against her, bombarding her with rich sensations all over her body.

“I want you. I can’t wait!” He growled like a hungry lion, then pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist.

“Me either. I’m so hot!” Clinging to him, Elizabeth suckled his earlobe and dug her fingers into his back.

He supported her creamy bottom and teased his shaft against her entrance, not entering, just touching and opening her secret lips.

Elizabeth moaned aloud with the contact, and he echoed her. She was so wet that she could feel her essence flowing down her body.

Darcy was hard and huge, unable to bear another tease. He pushed his thick manhood into her, slowly at first because she was so tight and small. Inch by inch, his body invaded, sinking into her warmth.

Elizabeth was speechless and breathless. Darcy was strong and powerful in every inch of his body. He stretched her muscles and skin, on and on, conquering every pore and surface of her inner self. He was so slow and patient that she kissed him passionately to urge him on.

At that, he sensed her needs and thrust deep into her with one mighty final push. She screamed out loud, feeling a molten sensation in her core, as it had never been touched and stretched so deeply and intensely before.

Then, raising her, he withdrew almost his whole length from her before pounding into her again. His potent manhood warred with her soft, moist muscles. His hands manipulated her bottom as he slammed into her again and again. The friction, the wetness, the pounding, their moaning and breathing created an intense, erotic rhythm in the pantry. On and on, he thrust into her, until she felt as if her blood were boiling and radiating throughout her body. She felt weightless, shivering and convulsing as she reached heaven.

Her whole body went limp. He drove into her for a final few times and then he also lost control, trembling violently as his seed fountained up into her.

Then he sat back down on the barrel, with her straddled on his lap. The two of them still hugged each other tightly, enjoying the aftermath of their earth-shattering mating, with their bodies still linked together.