arms. Was that why did this suddenly seem like so much more than just a business arrangement?
* * * * *
He could sense her watching from the terrace. Her soft, lush body wrapped within the confines of the slinky robe he'd left at the foot of the bed. And he wanted her again.
Entering the house, he grew hard just thinking about the night before. He'd demanded her submission, her surrender, and she'd given all she had. Couldn't she see through his sarcastic barbs, realize how much he loved her?
Not yet, my darling, but you will.
He found her sitting on the bed, legs crossed. His heart raced as he watched her braid her long hair over one shoulder. Those agile fingers had touched him and brought him pleasure beyond comprehension.
Suddenly, he just wanted to talk to her, to share time with her.
"Tell me about your shop, A Rose is a Rose."
She swept the thick plait over her shoulder. "You really want to know?" He nodded.
"Why?"
"Because it's part of your life, a part of you."
Isabella nodded and slid to one side of the bed, where he joined her and reached for her hand. She entwined it with her own.
"Well, my dad and I bought an abandoned ice cream parlor. The refrigeration was a plus for the shop, and since I have a degree in botany and have always had a love of flowers . . . ."
"You certainly seem to be enamored with my garden."
"Yes. Especially your roses, which are by far the most beautiful I've ever seen."
"Have you just given me a compliment, Isabella?"
Her smile grabbed his heart and held on for dear life.
She nodded. "I guess I have."
"Thank you." He moved behind her and undid her braid. How on earth did she get her hair to smell like roses? He began to kiss her, starting at her hairline, inhaling all of her.
Isabella tilted her head into his caress. "What about you, Lyon? What about the past five years?"
He sighed heavily but held her closer. "I worked hard to gain what I have. A successful business, the foundation for abused animals, a big house, several cars." He shrugged and placed his forehead to hers. "And there's been no one since you've been gone Isabella, no one."
She remained silent, but wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Make love to me, Lyon."
He continued his journey down her soft cheek to her lips, opening her mouth and plundering the depths, while her tongue darted out and met his. His cock swelled more and he slid her beneath him. He rose and braced himself on his elbow in order to untie her robe and pulled apart the fabric, revealing the swell of her full breasts. As he circled his tongue around her dark pink areolas, her groans of arousal were music to his ears.
"You are the most sensual woman I've ever known." He murmured in her ear.
"Your body is lush and perfect in all the right places, and I just can't seem to get enough of you."
"Stop talking and put your mouth on me, inside me." In invitation, she opened her legs for him. He licked his way down her navel, and her scent drew him to her precious core.
Her pussy swelled with moist heat. Her eyes closed and Lyon watched her grab the headboard.
"Hold on," he said.
He lifted her hips to gain better access and his tongue pierced those pink petals. Her musky scent rocked him. She tasted like sin. He sucked her clit until she stilled.
"Say my name, Belle."
"Lyon," she murmured, her head thrashing on the pillow.
"I'm here, darling, tell me what you need?"
"Take me all the way, Lyon, now. Now."
He threw off his clothes, relief washing through him as he freed his aching cock from the confines of his slacks. He slid into her wet heat in one long stroke. Her tiny gasps of pleasure fueled his arousal. He pulled back, pushed into her again, kissed her swollen lips and trailed his mouth down to her neck to her beautiful breasts. He suckled and nipped one distended nipple then the other, the taste sweet and warm.
"Tell me you want me, only me, love."
Her cries told him it wouldn't be long now. His dick slid in and out of her,
* * * * *
He could sense her watching from the terrace. Her soft, lush body wrapped within the confines of the slinky robe he'd left at the foot of the bed. And he wanted her again.
Entering the house, he grew hard just thinking about the night before. He'd demanded her submission, her surrender, and she'd given all she had. Couldn't she see through his sarcastic barbs, realize how much he loved her?
Not yet, my darling, but you will.
He found her sitting on the bed, legs crossed. His heart raced as he watched her braid her long hair over one shoulder. Those agile fingers had touched him and brought him pleasure beyond comprehension.
Suddenly, he just wanted to talk to her, to share time with her.
"Tell me about your shop, A Rose is a Rose."
She swept the thick plait over her shoulder. "You really want to know?" He nodded.
"Why?"
"Because it's part of your life, a part of you."
Isabella nodded and slid to one side of the bed, where he joined her and reached for her hand. She entwined it with her own.
"Well, my dad and I bought an abandoned ice cream parlor. The refrigeration was a plus for the shop, and since I have a degree in botany and have always had a love of flowers . . . ."
"You certainly seem to be enamored with my garden."
"Yes. Especially your roses, which are by far the most beautiful I've ever seen."
"Have you just given me a compliment, Isabella?"
Her smile grabbed his heart and held on for dear life.
She nodded. "I guess I have."
"Thank you." He moved behind her and undid her braid. How on earth did she get her hair to smell like roses? He began to kiss her, starting at her hairline, inhaling all of her.
Isabella tilted her head into his caress. "What about you, Lyon? What about the past five years?"
He sighed heavily but held her closer. "I worked hard to gain what I have. A successful business, the foundation for abused animals, a big house, several cars." He shrugged and placed his forehead to hers. "And there's been no one since you've been gone Isabella, no one."
She remained silent, but wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Make love to me, Lyon."
He continued his journey down her soft cheek to her lips, opening her mouth and plundering the depths, while her tongue darted out and met his. His cock swelled more and he slid her beneath him. He rose and braced himself on his elbow in order to untie her robe and pulled apart the fabric, revealing the swell of her full breasts. As he circled his tongue around her dark pink areolas, her groans of arousal were music to his ears.
"You are the most sensual woman I've ever known." He murmured in her ear.
"Your body is lush and perfect in all the right places, and I just can't seem to get enough of you."
"Stop talking and put your mouth on me, inside me." In invitation, she opened her legs for him. He licked his way down her navel, and her scent drew him to her precious core.
Her pussy swelled with moist heat. Her eyes closed and Lyon watched her grab the headboard.
"Hold on," he said.
He lifted her hips to gain better access and his tongue pierced those pink petals. Her musky scent rocked him. She tasted like sin. He sucked her clit until she stilled.
"Say my name, Belle."
"Lyon," she murmured, her head thrashing on the pillow.
"I'm here, darling, tell me what you need?"
"Take me all the way, Lyon, now. Now."
He threw off his clothes, relief washing through him as he freed his aching cock from the confines of his slacks. He slid into her wet heat in one long stroke. Her tiny gasps of pleasure fueled his arousal. He pulled back, pushed into her again, kissed her swollen lips and trailed his mouth down to her neck to her beautiful breasts. He suckled and nipped one distended nipple then the other, the taste sweet and warm.
"Tell me you want me, only me, love."
Her cries told him it wouldn't be long now. His dick slid in and out of her,
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