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“It was no trouble, and yes, I really want you here.”
I studied him boldly, admiring his body for the beautiful specimen it truly was. I thought about all the ways he’d been using it on me, too. Sex, just for the enjoyment of the experience with another like-minded person, was pretty amazing, but I’d be fooling myself if I couldn’t admit I was enjoying other aspects besides the sex and the orgasms. I liked the attention he paid to me—and the physical contact, the touches—and the way he kissed me, too. Ivan liked to kiss. And I’d decided I really liked kissing Ivan.
“I wish you believed me,” he said.
“I am trying to understand why me?”
He sighed and gave me a patient look. “If you’ll take that goddamn robe off and crawl over here I can work on some more explanations of precisely ‘why you.’”
“More?” It didn’t escape my notice that his cock had lengthened and was growing thick again.
“I’m a dedicated fellow determined to fully convince you.” He gave me a slow grin that just travelled up on one side of his sexy mouth.
I stood up and slowly untied the belt of my adopted robe, removing it carefully one little bit at a time. I liked the look of him while he watched me. He made me feel very sensual and special.
So when I crawled over to him, and he showed me, yet again, how good he could make us both feel, I let him do it. I let Ivan take me to another place in my body and mind because it felt too wonderful for me to deny.
GABRIELLE knew how to suck cock. Well, she was specta
cularly good at sucking mine. I didn’t like to think about how she’d learnt her skills, but I’d have to overlook that part if I wanted to keep her.
And I did want to keep her.
I knew it now. There had been hints as we’d begun this tryst, but now, I knew for certain that my dream girl did, in fact, exist. And she was naked in my arms after a supremely satisfying session of her mouth on my cock, an experience I couldn’t compare to anything similar I’d ever received in my life. She enjoyed doing it, too.
After sex, she tended to be quiet, just content to let me kiss her and stroke my fingers over her flushed skin, so it surprised me when she hit me with words I didn’t want to hear.
“Ivan…I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to employ me now that we’ve—because we have been together intimately—it’s not professional conduct—I really can’t.” She faltered and then trailed off, the disappointing silence rising between us.
My sexy kitten wasn’t going to be easy on me it seemed.
“But, just think for a second. Have you done anything with me so far that you didn’t enjoy, or didn’t give us both a great deal of pleasure?”
“No.”
“And you are a qualified conservator of paintings certified through the University of London?”
“You know I am, Ivan.”
“So tell me what I have a houseful of, Gabrielle, just moldering away into dust. Tell me, lovely thing, I want to hear you say it.”
She shook her head at me in frustration, but I wasn’t having it.
“No, Miss Hargreave, I want to hear you tell me.”
She held onto my eyes, and I knew I’d won this small battle when her shoulders relaxed and she gave into the desires that were very hard to deny. I understood how it worked for her, as well as for me.
“You have so many paintings.”
I took her hand and kissed it, holding it pressed to my lips. “I have so many paintings, Gabrielle. And I only want you to have a look at them. Nobody else will do.”
“But, it’s so unprofessional.” She was struggling with something that went beyond just having a sexual relationship with me while working here. There was more to her story I desperately wanted to know. I wanted to know her story just as much as I didn’t want her to learn about the sordidness of mine. She was so unspoiled, and knew nothing much about my life, or my past. It was part of the magical allure Gabrielle held over me.
“Does the part about being unprofessional really matter? So we met each other under unusual circumstances. Yes, agreed. But now, we have discovered we like doing this, too.” I swept my hand down her body in a caress, coming to rest on the flesh of her arse. “This is a private job anyway. Therefore nobody gets to know what we do together in private. It’s just between you and me.”
She let me kiss her, slowly and thoroughly. My tongue had a way of getting lost inside her anyway, and kissing her soothed me. When I was finally able to pull away, she had her hands buried in my hair again. I guess she had a thing for touching my hair, and I thought it was fucking hot. She could bury her hands in my hair when I was buried in her, as much and as often as she liked.
I took her face with both hands and held her still. “I knew I had to get you back here somehow to show you that you were meant to come to Donadea. This place, the paintings hidden away here waiting—was fate for someone like you. I was determined, even after you left here the first time, I would find you and convince you to give me another try.”
