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than the night before, but it still took some rocking to get him completely inside.
He cupped her bottom and pressed her more firmly against him. "Ride me, Phoebe. Wrap your legs around me and make me come!"
Mindless with unbelievable desire, she obeyed.
She couldn't have done it without him holding her, but he helped her set a pace that rocketed them both to shattering completion in an indecently short span of time.
Sweaty, dazed and still intimately connected to him, she let her head fall against his chest. "I guess you like the shorter dress."
Masculine laughter rumbled in his chest. "You could say that." He rubbed her back with the hand that wasn't supporting and caressing her bottom. "It's a good thing I had a condom in my pocket, isn't it? I'm not sure I would have made it to the bedroom for one."
"I suppose a man like you is always prepared."
She felt his lips settle against the top of her head. Then, "What do you mean, a man like me?"
She rubbed her cheek against his chest, trying not to let her thoughts bother her. "You date a lot of women."
This time the laugh was short and harsh. "And you think I sleep with all of them?"
"Don't you?"
"No."
Her head snapped back, and she looked into his fathomless eyes. "But I thought. Everyone says… "
"Gossip is rarely accurate."
"You date gorgeous, sophisticated women."
"And I've slept with a few of them when I needed physical release, but I'm no more interested in committing sexual suicide than the next guy."
For some totally baffling reason, that reassured her. It shouldn't matter. He wasn't permanently hers, but she was glad he wasn't a sexual glutton who had grown jaded on one meaningless experience after another.
She levered herself more firmly against him and groaned at the way it felt. "I suppose this means you were due for some tension release and I caught you at just the right time, then."
He kicked his shoes and trousers off and started walking toward the bathroom with her wrapped firmly around him. "It's not just sexual release."
He said it in such forbidding tones, she didn't dare ask what it was if it wasn't mere physical relief. Something deep in her heart rejoiced all the same at the implication she wasn't a faceless body for him to slake his indiscriminate lust on.
He didn't take a condom in the shower with them, but he showed her ways of finding fulfillment that didn't include his flesh buried in hers. It left her weak and sated in a way she'd never even dreamed existed.
They cuddled on the couch afterward, eating the room service dinner and drinking champagne.
C h a p t e r S e v e n
T hey spent three days in Raleigh, but after the first one, Rand spent very little time in meetings. He invited Phoebe to accompany him to the one working dinner he had to attend and seemed to want her company as much as she wanted his.
Although they spent a great deal of their time together in bed, or on the floor, or up against a wall, Rand insisted on doing things with her besides making love.
He said that being his woman did not mean spending twenty-four-seven in bed.
Not that she would have minded. Making love with Rand was pure pleasure, but knowing he wanted more than sex with her gave her hope for a relationship beyond their one-week agreement.
On their last night in Raleigh, Rand took her to a small hole-in-the-corner restaurant located in a strip mall of all places. While the outside was unassuming, the interior was as elegant as any five-star restaurant she'd ever been to, and she quickly learned it was the restaurantfor steak lovers in Raleigh. The waiter led them to a small table in the back room. She smiled as Rand pulled out her chair and helped her into her seat instead of allowing the waiter to do it.
"You're going to love the steak here, baby."
"And what would you do if it turned out I didn't care for steak at all?" she asked tongue-in-cheek.
He folded his tall form into the chair across from hers, his gray eyes full of humor and
He cupped her bottom and pressed her more firmly against him. "Ride me, Phoebe. Wrap your legs around me and make me come!"
Mindless with unbelievable desire, she obeyed.
She couldn't have done it without him holding her, but he helped her set a pace that rocketed them both to shattering completion in an indecently short span of time.
Sweaty, dazed and still intimately connected to him, she let her head fall against his chest. "I guess you like the shorter dress."
Masculine laughter rumbled in his chest. "You could say that." He rubbed her back with the hand that wasn't supporting and caressing her bottom. "It's a good thing I had a condom in my pocket, isn't it? I'm not sure I would have made it to the bedroom for one."
"I suppose a man like you is always prepared."
She felt his lips settle against the top of her head. Then, "What do you mean, a man like me?"
She rubbed her cheek against his chest, trying not to let her thoughts bother her. "You date a lot of women."
This time the laugh was short and harsh. "And you think I sleep with all of them?"
"Don't you?"
"No."
Her head snapped back, and she looked into his fathomless eyes. "But I thought. Everyone says… "
"Gossip is rarely accurate."
"You date gorgeous, sophisticated women."
"And I've slept with a few of them when I needed physical release, but I'm no more interested in committing sexual suicide than the next guy."
For some totally baffling reason, that reassured her. It shouldn't matter. He wasn't permanently hers, but she was glad he wasn't a sexual glutton who had grown jaded on one meaningless experience after another.
She levered herself more firmly against him and groaned at the way it felt. "I suppose this means you were due for some tension release and I caught you at just the right time, then."
He kicked his shoes and trousers off and started walking toward the bathroom with her wrapped firmly around him. "It's not just sexual release."
He said it in such forbidding tones, she didn't dare ask what it was if it wasn't mere physical relief. Something deep in her heart rejoiced all the same at the implication she wasn't a faceless body for him to slake his indiscriminate lust on.
He didn't take a condom in the shower with them, but he showed her ways of finding fulfillment that didn't include his flesh buried in hers. It left her weak and sated in a way she'd never even dreamed existed.
They cuddled on the couch afterward, eating the room service dinner and drinking champagne.
C h a p t e r S e v e n
T hey spent three days in Raleigh, but after the first one, Rand spent very little time in meetings. He invited Phoebe to accompany him to the one working dinner he had to attend and seemed to want her company as much as she wanted his.
Although they spent a great deal of their time together in bed, or on the floor, or up against a wall, Rand insisted on doing things with her besides making love.
He said that being his woman did not mean spending twenty-four-seven in bed.
Not that she would have minded. Making love with Rand was pure pleasure, but knowing he wanted more than sex with her gave her hope for a relationship beyond their one-week agreement.
On their last night in Raleigh, Rand took her to a small hole-in-the-corner restaurant located in a strip mall of all places. While the outside was unassuming, the interior was as elegant as any five-star restaurant she'd ever been to, and she quickly learned it was the restaurantfor steak lovers in Raleigh. The waiter led them to a small table in the back room. She smiled as Rand pulled out her chair and helped her into her seat instead of allowing the waiter to do it.
"You're going to love the steak here, baby."
"And what would you do if it turned out I didn't care for steak at all?" she asked tongue-in-cheek.
He folded his tall form into the chair across from hers, his gray eyes full of humor and
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