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strayed from his as she convulsed and he slid out and in, drawing
them both to bigger heights. He locked his hands around her waist and kept her
up on her knees, leaving her unable to collapse on the bed. Through her orgasm
he worked her, not giving her a chance to regroup before sending her spiraling
higher again.
    This
time, though, his body demanded release. He jack-hammered
into her one final time, spending himself into the latex barrier. Regaining his control took longer than normal. He breathed deep and let go of
his hold on her, allowing her to fall to the bed. He collapsed next to her and
tugged her against his body. “That was amazing.”
    “I’ve
never come that much in one time.” Nadja blushed,
pulling the bedding over her body.
    “Don’t
cover yourself from me.”
    “Sorry,
habit.”
    “We’ll
form new habits.” He linked his hand in hers and brought it to his lips.
    “Are
you staying?”
    “Doyou want me to go?” He pulled the condom off, dropped it
into the trash and walked to her bathroom, giving her privacy to decide. A
minute later, he found the washcloths and wet one with hot water. She looked
lovely, relaxed and glowing after being consumed with passion. Gingerly, he
swiped the warm cloth over her and placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh.
    “No.
Please stay.”
    Satisfied
for the moment, and with her answer, Donato moved to
the bathroom and placed the cloth in the hamper. After washing his hands, he
returned to the bed and climbed on, pulling her body flush against his. “There
are no more issues with your lack of sexiness?” he asked, stroking her hair.
    Nadja shrugged and sighed, snuggling into the curve of his
body.
    “We’ll
have to work on those issues of yours. You’re damn sexy, doll.” He pulled a
coverlet over them and wrapped his arms around her.

 
 
 
    Chapter Three

 
 
    Caufield First National Bank opened at eight-thirty sharp
Monday morning. After spending forty-eight hours in bed with the most sensual
woman he’d ever met, there was a loose end to tie up. Donato and Tomas haggled over how to make Mr. Sheffield pay for his lack of manners at
the club the previous Friday. Breaking down the door to his house and beating him senseless held much appeal, but it was too short lived.
He decided to pursue other means of restitution. Sure, he could’ve filed a
police report. However, that wasn’t his way.
    Wearing
shades and dressed in a high-end business suit, Donato entered the bank carrying a briefcase, with Tomas directly behind him. Busy
typing, the gatekeeper, a young woman sitting at her desk wearing a switchboard
earpiece, was oblivious to their arrival. He crossed over to her and rapped on
the desk to gain her attention.
    Offering
her a debonair smile that showed off his pearly white teeth, he spoke. “Excuse
me, miss, my assistant and I are here to see Mr.
Sheffield.”
    The
secretary checked the list of appointments. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Sheffield
doesn’t have any appointments this morning.”
    “You
can ring him and tell him Donato Falcone is here, or
I’ll walk back and see myself in.”
    “That’s
highly improper, Mr. Falcone. He adheres to a strict schedule.”
    Donato nodded. “It’s not my wish to cause you distress or bring any trouble to you. I’ll see myself in to avoid you being
chastised.” He strode past her as she sputtered, Tomas following directly
behind him, both of them entering the bank president’s office without knocking.
    The
shocked look on the man’s face was priceless. Donato smiled. “Mr. Sheffield, so nice to see you again. I
trust you got home safely?”
    “You. You can’t just walk in here. This is a business,”
Sheffield stuttered and closed the files on his desk.
    “Tomas,
ensure our meeting isn’t interrupted.” Donato sat his
briefcase on the man’s desk, his attention flickering to Tomas leaning against
the wall with his beefy arms crossed, a scowl on his face. “We have business to
discuss. In