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body clenched. She tongued his left the same way, bit
harder.
He kissed her head.
“You moved.” She looked up to see the very
little bit of his face that showed under his mask.
“I’m sorry.”
“You want me to release you now, to free you
to touch me.”
“Yes.”
“No.” She moved her face very close to his.
“Not yet, Dio.” There was a sparkle in his eyes. A slight grin on
his face. He was adorable. On top of sexy. And talented. And
controlled. He was adorable.
Lina had to have him naked.
She grasped the waistband of his shorts on
each side and pulled slowly, letting the fabric rub over his
personal sword, slid them all the way to his ankles. On her knees,
Lina stroked him with both hands, caressed the softest tip of him
with her thumbs, and replaced her thumbs with her lips.
He groaned. Light. Deep. Sensual.
She played only to the point he was finding
it hard to stand. Lina raised to her feet, kissing him on the way
up. The hair on his stomach tickled her nose. She kissed his
nipples. Right. And left.
“Lina.”
“Mm.”
“Get naked.”
She grinned. “No.”
“Please.”
“No.” She kissed his neck. Rubbed her face
along his and wished the mask wasn’t in her way. “Dio.”
“Now?”
“No. Tell me something.”
“Not now, Lina.”
“Yes.” She stroked a hand through his dark,
thick, shiny hair. “Before I release you.” She teased his lips.
“Tell me ... you want me to come back again. Before...”
“Yes.”
“Yes? I’m still your coworker.”
“I don’t care. Lina, yes. I will be here on
my nights off. Come when you wish.”
She kissed him. She never kissed them, her
conquests. Never. She also never asked them for more than the one
night. Often they came back, sometimes they came back often. She
never asked.
He kissed extraordinary. Her knees
buckled.
“Dio.”
“You’re ready for me.”
“Yes.”
He wrapped his arms around her and locked
her in a deep kiss, pressed his body hard against hers, teased with
his sword. His hard, long, soft sword.
“Are you just as talented with that
one?”
“Guess you’ll have to judge for yourself.”
He took over. Fully. Slowly. Demanding. His skillful tongue found
her nipples and his fingers found her softest spot, her weakest and
strongest spot.
She groaned. He lowered her to the bench as
he pulled the bikini away and slid it to her ankles, dropped it
aside. She gripped the sides of the boat as she leaned back to
allow him all the access he demanded.
He bit her stomach. It pulled in. He bit
harder, sucked, and bit. Leaving a mark. He was leaving a mark on
her stomach. It would show.
“Dio.”
“Sh.”
“Work. It’ll show.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t.”
He released her, stopped biting, raised her
to bring her face to his. “I want it to show. Don’t cover it. I
want to look at it, to know others are wishing it was their teeth,
their tongue, able to mark you as I have.”
“Oh...”
“Lina. Don’t come to me again unless you
want to be marked. I will. Every time. Remember that.” He pulled
her against him, kneeled on the bench beside her, straddling her,
propped with his strong arms on the sides of the boat.
She grasped him around the back, held him as
he pushed inside, gripped his skin tighter. Shoved her feet into
the bottom of the boat. For leverage. Stability. He was
magnificent. Controlled. And uncontrolled.
And he was insatiable. She found her own
release twice and still he continued.
“Dio.”
“Not yet.” He kissed her neck. “I don’t work
tomorrow.”
“I know.”
“Will you come?”
She groaned, felt her body answer for her,
answer his demanding call, his need.
“Will you come?” His voice was strained.
“Lina. Answer me. Now.”
“Dio, yes. Yes, I’ll come.”
He let out a roar with his release and she
felt her own. His body quaked. Trembled.
“Dio.” Her voice was a whisper.
He met her lips. And her eyes.
“Take off your mask for
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