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touch that caused her nipples to harden. Up her rib cage his hand went, then to her breasts where he traced her areolas with his fingertips.
“What do you say we spend the day in bed?”
She smiled and arched her back, stretching her arms over her head. “I’d say you’ve got filthy intentions toward me.”
She draped her leg over his and rolled onto him, resting her chin on his chest.
“I might say the same thing about you.”
She ground her hips against him, and he could feel the hot dampness between her legs on his thigh. Instantly he grew hard.
“I think I made my intentions pretty clear last night,” she said.
“Are you always so bold?” he asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer—that she was much too bold for her own good.
And why that caused him a pang of concern, he couldn’t say.
“Maybe. Are you always so good in bed?”
“With the right woman.”
Though last night was not usual. He’d been on fire as he’d never been before. That’s what happened, he supposed, when he spent a decade waiting and wanting a woman he knew he shouldn’t have.
She was even better than he’d imagined.
But there were so many fantasies he’d entertained. So many ways he’d imagined taking her, pleasuring her, having her to do with as he pleased. He’d need the whole weekend to do those fantasies justice, no doubt, and he’d need just as much time to find the truth he was looking for.
“I guess it would be tacky to not even get out of bed on Christmas Eve,” she said.
“I don’t know. I mean, as long as we’re together, it sort of goes along with the spirit of giving, right?”
“Actually, maybe we could take this back to my place. I’ve got a cat who needs to be fed.”
Thank heaven for cats.
“Sounds good to me,” he said, all casual and aloof, as though she hadn’t just invited him to snoop around in her life.
Her hand was traveling down his chest, and by the time she made it to his erection, he’d forgotten what he’d been thinking about.
“There’s no big hurry. The cat can wait a few hours, but I, on the other hand…”
She gripped him and began to massage.
Then she started kissing his chest, biting his nipples, moving lower, and lower still. Alex closed his eyes and let all coherent thought fade away.
She made it to his cock and drew him into her mouth again. Soft satin lips caressed, teased, worked him toward climax all too quickly. But then she slowed down, dragged her teeth gently along his length until he squirmed and shuddered and couldn’t take another second of not being inside her.
“Stop,” he said, gasping.
“You don’t like?”
“I like,” he whispered as he reached for another condom, opened the package and slid it on. “I definitely like.”
He liked it too damn much.
He grasped her arms and tugged her up on top of him. Gripping her ass and shifting her hips, he buried his cock between her legs and pushed himself inside her. She was hot, sweet, wet and tight, even better the morning after.
For the first time since he’d set this crazy plan into motion, he understood the biggest danger of all. It wasn’t Yasmine discovering his true identity. It was the danger of never wanting to let her go.
Y ASMINE COULDN’T REMEMBER the last time she’d felt so thoroughly satisfied. And if the rest of the weekendproved to be anything like the past twelve hours, she might never want to let Kyle out of bed.
But then, keeping him as her love slave definitely would be breaking some kind of law, crossing a line she’d never be able to cross. A girl could dream, anyway.
She was about to step into the shower with Kyle, who was already there, lathered up and looking even better wet than he did dry, when she heard her cell phone ringing in the next room. Only a few people had her number and knew not to call unless it was completely necessary, so she hurried to answer.
“Hello?” she said after she’d dug the phone out of her purse, gripping the
“What do you say we spend the day in bed?”
She smiled and arched her back, stretching her arms over her head. “I’d say you’ve got filthy intentions toward me.”
She draped her leg over his and rolled onto him, resting her chin on his chest.
“I might say the same thing about you.”
She ground her hips against him, and he could feel the hot dampness between her legs on his thigh. Instantly he grew hard.
“I think I made my intentions pretty clear last night,” she said.
“Are you always so bold?” he asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer—that she was much too bold for her own good.
And why that caused him a pang of concern, he couldn’t say.
“Maybe. Are you always so good in bed?”
“With the right woman.”
Though last night was not usual. He’d been on fire as he’d never been before. That’s what happened, he supposed, when he spent a decade waiting and wanting a woman he knew he shouldn’t have.
She was even better than he’d imagined.
But there were so many fantasies he’d entertained. So many ways he’d imagined taking her, pleasuring her, having her to do with as he pleased. He’d need the whole weekend to do those fantasies justice, no doubt, and he’d need just as much time to find the truth he was looking for.
“I guess it would be tacky to not even get out of bed on Christmas Eve,” she said.
“I don’t know. I mean, as long as we’re together, it sort of goes along with the spirit of giving, right?”
“Actually, maybe we could take this back to my place. I’ve got a cat who needs to be fed.”
Thank heaven for cats.
“Sounds good to me,” he said, all casual and aloof, as though she hadn’t just invited him to snoop around in her life.
Her hand was traveling down his chest, and by the time she made it to his erection, he’d forgotten what he’d been thinking about.
“There’s no big hurry. The cat can wait a few hours, but I, on the other hand…”
She gripped him and began to massage.
Then she started kissing his chest, biting his nipples, moving lower, and lower still. Alex closed his eyes and let all coherent thought fade away.
She made it to his cock and drew him into her mouth again. Soft satin lips caressed, teased, worked him toward climax all too quickly. But then she slowed down, dragged her teeth gently along his length until he squirmed and shuddered and couldn’t take another second of not being inside her.
“Stop,” he said, gasping.
“You don’t like?”
“I like,” he whispered as he reached for another condom, opened the package and slid it on. “I definitely like.”
He liked it too damn much.
He grasped her arms and tugged her up on top of him. Gripping her ass and shifting her hips, he buried his cock between her legs and pushed himself inside her. She was hot, sweet, wet and tight, even better the morning after.
For the first time since he’d set this crazy plan into motion, he understood the biggest danger of all. It wasn’t Yasmine discovering his true identity. It was the danger of never wanting to let her go.
Y ASMINE COULDN’T REMEMBER the last time she’d felt so thoroughly satisfied. And if the rest of the weekendproved to be anything like the past twelve hours, she might never want to let Kyle out of bed.
But then, keeping him as her love slave definitely would be breaking some kind of law, crossing a line she’d never be able to cross. A girl could dream, anyway.
She was about to step into the shower with Kyle, who was already there, lathered up and looking even better wet than he did dry, when she heard her cell phone ringing in the next room. Only a few people had her number and knew not to call unless it was completely necessary, so she hurried to answer.
“Hello?” she said after she’d dug the phone out of her purse, gripping the
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