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Her heart wasn’t at average rate as she stood on the front steps. The door opened abruptly. Mark. How could that tall man look even more attractive was an unanswered question for her. His remarkable eyes still held that deep intensity she so well remembered. His dark hair impeccably cut. But his body...oh, Heaven help her...his body. His muscles had grown to be powerfully built, giving him total broad shoulders. He looked like a hero in his dragging magnetism. His tailored trousers and shirt fit him only too well.
“There you are.” He said in his a-tone-too-pleasant voice.
Mark had waited for her the whole day. He hadn’t even gone to work. He wanted to be home when she arrived. Never would his pride allow him to tell her how demolishing disappointed he was when she didn’t show up even for Christmas in the last couple of years.
“Here I am to carry out my part of our deal.” Neutrality was a thin defence, she knew, but it was all she could produce at that moment.
He stared at her for long seconds. She was even more stunningly beautiful than he remembered. Through her simple but charming suit he could see the swell of her full breasts, her slim waist and round hips. Her hair-pin couldn’t hold all her cinnamon hair, making part of it fall in silky ringlets around her perfectly heart-shaped face. Those amazing translucent honey eyes had lost the girlish look to give way to a mature, self-assured stare that was making his breath become suspiciously irregular.
Mrs Smith came to greet her cheerfully as he made way for Amy to come in. The years had weighted little on the elderly lady and she was still very active. She offered them tea.
Amy sat in the sitting-room felling irritatingly self-conscious. There were warm waves reaping through her. She thanked her wonder-bra for hiding further signals. “I heard you overran the competition.” She was sitting ram-rod straight on the arm-chair.
His company had bought its biggest competitor, going global and having shares in the stock market. Mark Benton Systems, the MBS, climbed to the top of the world in security systems services. Mark was a magnate now. He entered the Forbes ranking and the business media was buzzing around him.
“So they say.” He eased on the sofa as if he was as relaxed as a yoga master, his tailored trousers and shirt clinging to his muscles outrageously. His shirt clung to his six-pack abdominal.
Tumultuous feelings swarmed insider her. She felt threatened by his watchfulness, but his attractiveness drew her so unbearably that she had to harden all her nerves to keep still. It had been like this since she left. The pattern repeated itself when she came to visit and now again.
She finished her tea. “Excuse me.” She murmured and went up with her baggage. Her room was safe territory.
Mark watched her go, hands in his pockets. He wanted her. He had done it for years now. But he wouldn’t make a fool of himself by letting her know it. Being near her was a self-control test, though. One he wasn’t sure he could take.
“Mrs Smith was very particular on keeping your room as you left it.” His feet brought him there. He didn’t seem to have a conscious will of his own where she was concerned.
She startled at his deep male voice. She had her back to the open-door, busy at tiding. She turned to him in a swift movement. His unforgettable eyes were fixed on her, he stood legs apart, dominating the door frame. His thumbs hung on his trousers waistline. A predator. Her answer got stuck in her throat. She raised her huge stare to him. All those old sensations stirring again. Reaps of fire assailed her blood, alerting her feminine instincts, prickling her skin.
When she thought she could take no more, he angled his stare, boring into her, wh
ich squeezed unwanted responses from her. Her legs treaded back on their own accord to put vital space between them. Her spine met the brass bed-board, as her feminine instincts commanded her to lie down on the mattress for this male. She fought this mad impulse grabbing the delicate bars with her hands behind her back. Her eyes dilated as their stares clashed. Her hands tightened on the bars even harder.
This feminine reaction of fear and wantonness she showed set Mark ablaze. He felt the urge of taking her there and then and lose himself in her to oblivion. His breath was altered. He had to get out of this spell. Now! “No boy-friends left behind?” A hoarse question.
She moistened her full lips, nervous and his eyes widened. “This is none of your business.” Her smile mocked him, or so she tried.
His eyes hardened. “Of course it is! How will I know you just played around while I was sponsoring you?”
This brought her to an enraged state. How dared he, after these years of hard work? After all the school reports she’d sent him! Clear mind eroded. She came near him in a transparent intention to shake his arrogance off his face by lecturing him, pointing her finger daringly at him.
Quick as lightning, he stopped her mid-way. Even quicker, he brought her hands over her head and made her face the wall, pinning her there with one hand. Their breaths were ragged by now. Amy swore silently to get herself in such disadvantage.
Their bodies didn’t touch, except for his hands on her wrists. But they were close, so close. She could smell him, male and after-shave lotion. His body emanated heat and chase.
Mark registered she had taken off her hair-pin and her silky cinnamon ringlets fell down her shoulders, which were covered in thin fabric chemise. He felt her warmness on his skin, the flowery perfume mixed with her female scent. His body reacted, ready for her. She was so deliciously small; it made him wish to wrap her with his body, cover her. All he wanted was to lean his full body on hers, lower his head and taste the soft skin of her nape. He envisioned himself possessing her wildly, which brought him to a boiling condition.
Her body wanted him closer, much closer than that. It wanted to feel him, all of him. Inside. She tried hard to keep still, tensing all her muscles. Something went wrong, though. Her body tensed, yes, but in an arch. Her instincts arched her spine to get to feel him and now her head was falling back shamelessly.
This was the last straw for him. He sighed slowly and relaxed his body, leaning on her, pressing her to the wall, his nose diving in the mass of her hair, inhaling its perfume, arm circling her. His more-than-hard member encased automatically in between them. And when her head reached his tough-muscled chest, all he had to do was to graze his thin sensuous lips on her fine skin along the neck. He heard the air escaping her lips, her eye-lashes closing. If it wasn’t a response, then he didn’t know what it was.
Amy felt her body melting, she was fast losing control. Her breasts were heavy and sensitive and a leakage took place in her middle. Her mind was foggy. His devilish lips dipped her in overwhelming sensations. In the back of her mind a hedge of resistance clamoured. She couldn’t just give in like that. She mustn’t. In an utter effort to keep her sanity, she pushed away from him suddenly and walked to the other side of her room.
“How dare you accuse me of playing with your sponsorship, when I worked so hard as to have a brilliant passage through the course?” She asked in between ragged breaths and stared in stone anger at him. Didn’t he see the reports she had sent him?
Mark was taken by surprise. He was so wrapped in the haze of mad desire that she brought him into that he had lost contact with reality around. This came as a cold shower on him. He tried to get himself together and appease his irregular breath. “Good to know it. Never too much to ask, though.” He muttered only too hoarse, then rose to his feet and left.
Amy shut her door firmly and fell on her bed sighing exhausted.
That night Mark’s erotic dreams were more indiscrete than ever. In the last few years, every time Amy set foot in the Georgian mansion, he had these dreams. They came spurting out of his unconsciousness, where he repressed his illicit desire for her. This night, his dreams showed him taking her in every possible way. This time the dreams meant release. And he understood why when he awoke feeling sticky all over, swimming in sweat. He had to go take a cold shower.
