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mad, but it ll slow him down long enough for you to get away or for him to see reason.
She was so not seeing reason right now. She was seeing red, dammit. How dare you
He jerked her wrist, yanking her against him. Unwillingly, her body reacted to the proximity of a
sexy, strong male subduing her aggression. His mouth swooped down on hers, and he kissed her wet
and hard and carnal.
She couldn t decide which she wanted more: to continue the kiss or kill him. He saved her the
choice, though, by lifting his mouth away from hers and explaining, Tonight, we re going to
experience the opposite sensation from last night.
The opposite of frustration? The words slipped out before she could call them back.
Let s play a little game, shall we? Let s see how many orgasms you can have before you
collapse.
Huh?
He turned her loose and retraced his steps across the room. I have a present for you. He picked
up a wand nearly the length of his forearm from the side table. It had a big, round ball on the end of it.
What s that? she asked cautiously.
He grinned knowingly. It s about to be your very best friend.
A vibrator? Jeez. That thing looked industrial strength.
I know last night wasn t fun for you, he continued. At least not the way it ended. But it was
necessary. You asked me to teach you how to be a femme fatale in three days. That means I had to
take you through a wide range of emotions and sensations very fast including the negative ones
related to sex that give women power. Give me one more night. If you still hate my guts in the
morning, I ll get out of your hair and never bother you again. I promise.
Orgasms until she collapsed? Her frustrated libido reared its head hopefully. It liked the sound of
that. She took another step into the room.
Close the door behind you. If I don t miss my guess, it s going to get loud soon, and we don t want
to scare the neighbors.
Loud? she echoed.
He smiled widely. You strike me as a screamer. Shall we find out?
Blake poured her a flute of champagne and smiled knowingly. Somewhat mollified, she drained the
glass, the bubbles tickling down her throat. So what if he found her need for fortification amusing?
With him, she could be herself and not worry about what he thought. After all, this was just business.
Nothing serious. Right?
More? he murmured.
Damn, she wanted to stay mad at him, but his consideration won her over. As usual. She nodded
shyly.
His voice husky, he said low, Do you have any idea how smoking hot you are when you go all
sweet and feminine like this?
Show me? she ventured.
My pleasure. He lifted the empty champagne flute from her fingers and raised her hand to his
mouth, kissing her fingertips one by one. He worked his way up her wrist, pausing to inhale the scent
of her skin.
What do I smell like?
Like a woman. Soft. Sexy. His lips uttered the words against her skin as he kissed a path of heat
across the inside of her elbow up to the hollow above her collar bone, where he paused to lave her
flesh with his tongue. Who knew that spot was so sensitive? Nerves all over her body jumped as his
tongue swirled in and out of the dip just below her neck.
His hands joined in, roaming across her flesh, pushing aside clothing, lifting it away and making it
magically disappear. Cool air from the air conditioner whisked across her skin, raising goose bumps
that Blake nibbled his way across until her entire body was shivering.
She tried to undress him in turn, but only managed to get his black turtleneck off before he captured
her hands and lifted them away from his bare chest. This night is for you, baby, he murmured. His
low, sexy promise touched her core and weakened her knees.
He led her to the bed. She might have felt like a lamb going to the slaughter were it not for the
lovely lightness the champagne gave her feet and her head. She floated across the thick pile carpet
barefoot. Make me feel like a princess.
He picked her up and gazed down at her, his expression intense but otherwise unreadable. Then
let me worship you, princess.
He laid her on the bed and impossibly soft rose petals caressed her skin as gentle as velvet. Their
crushed fragrance filled her head until she was drunk on the sweet musk.
That s what you smell like to me, he whispered against her neck. She arched up into him, and his
hard, warm body was there, reminding her of his masculine presence, feeding her hunger for him. She
pressed her thighs tightly together as her core throbbed demandingly.
Last night s unsatisfied lust came roaring back. Her breasts ached as his hands skimmed across
them, her nipples tightening into needy little buds. His lips closed on one, his tongue rolling around it
while his fingers mimicked the motion on her other peak.
Oh, my, she half-sighed, half-moaned.
He chuckled against her hot, wet flesh. Still kneading her breasts with both hands, he kissed his
way down her body. His big hands skimmed down her ribs, lifting her narrow waist to his mouth. All
those hours in the gym paid off as her supple body flexed for him. And then he cupped her ass in his
big hands and he was lifting that hungry, throbbing, wanting part of her to his mouth.
His fingers delved into her cleft as he spread her open for him. She d never felt so vulnerable
before. So exposed. Or, oh, God, so possessed, as his mouth closed on her.
He sucked and licked and toyed with her like her body was a piece of candy. His favorite flavor.
His for the taking. His to savor. He made a sound of approval and she started the long, slow
unraveling she remembered from last night.
Her fingers and toes began to tingle. The electric sensation gathered strength, accelerating
throughout her body, streaking toward the glorious things his tongue was doing to her clit, her labia,
and even her opening. Where the wetness of his mouth ended and the wetness of her body s desire
began, she had no idea. It was all one giant raging ball of clawing lust, climbing deep inside her,
zinging wildly throughout her.
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