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She urged him on with whispered words while pushing more of her breast into his skillful mouth. Qasim’s reaction was immediate as a low sound vibrated up from his gut. Vectra felt him squeeze her hips an instant before she was tossed to her stomach upon the bed. Her nails clutched at the shiny black-and-white fabric of the comforter. Her back arched sharply when his teeth scraped her hips and the curve of her derriere.
“Sim...” she moaned into the cushiony bed covering, lifting her bottom reflexively when his palms slipped beneath her thighs to draw her back. Vectra felt him settle in behind her, lying flat on his stomach, as well.
She melted, feeling his nose at the curve of one butt cheek. Then his tongue was teasing the hollow area between. His hold tightened when she jerked, sensually startled by the location of his tongue. He probed her intimately, teasing and then extending his reach to drive into her channel.
Vectra sobbed her pleasure into one of the pillows that cradled her face. He’d loosened his hold on her hips, allowing her to buck and sway more freely. She cried his name when he brought his fingers back into the act. Skimming her folds, he ruthlessly delved inside while stirring her clit beneath the wide pad of his thumb.
Qasim worked her deftly, all the while easing up to shelter Vectra beneath him and savagely kicking off the rest of his clothes along the way. A soft rustling of plastic merged in with labored breathing and hoarse cries. Qasim cringed while easing protection over a painfully rigid erection. Still, he was able to take her with care. Once tightly enveloped in her sheath, he lost any ability for restraint.
Vectra reached up to hook her hand around Sim’s neck, her fingers grazing the silken hair at his nape. Hips rocked and bucked on a slow, strong rhythm that forced throaty moans past their mouths. Flat beneath Qasim on the bed, Vectra plummeted and tumbled into an abyss of sensation she had no wish to find her way out of.
* * *
“So how long does it take for one person to pick all these?”
Vectra smiled, her hand pausing over the vine she crouched before. She collected a few more of the plump grapes. “I don’t know since I’ve never done it. There’s always a first time, though.” She straightened, looking out over the unending rows of healthy crop.
“This section of Carro is a private orchard for family use.” She pointed toward the southwest portion in the distance. “There’s other produce grown here. Besides us, the employees and their families are welcome to collect here at no charge.”
“Why’d you leave?” Qasim asked, taking no further interest in the crops.
She turned, frowning. “Didn’t you get my note on the pillow?”
“Something about business at the vineyard.”
Smiling, Vectra turned back to the vine. “End-of-the-month business—more than usual since I’ve been preoccupied lately.”
“And it couldn’t wait?” he asked.
“I was serious last night when I said we needed to talk.” She bowed her head. “I didn’t think we’d be able to do that in your hotel room.”
Qasim moved toward one of the vines and plucked off a plump red grape. “This okay to eat?” A sly grin tugged at his mouth.
Vectra picked up her bucket. “There’s a rinsing spicket at the end of this row.”
“Why’d you leave this morning?” he asked again while they walked between the tall vines clustered with the sweet fruit.
“I told you I—”
“No, after you told me about Will. Why’d you leave?”
“I was afraid.”
“Of me,” Qasim said the words as though her confession was no surprise.
“No, Qasim, no I—” She clutched the front of the plaid shirt she wore. “I was afraid of myself, of what kind of weird issues had followed me without me even being aware of it.”
Qasim slowed his steps. “What weird issues, V?”
She hesitated and then hurled the bucket of grapes to the ground.
“V?” Sim started for her, halting when she waved him off.
Moments passed with only the wind and birdsong accompanying the rustle of leaves against the stems.
“These are...issues my family doesn’t even know about.”
“About Keith Freedman?” he stiffened when the name passed his lips.
“Remember when I told you he was more interested in my money than in who was interested in me?” She smiled tightly when he nodded.
“I found out how true that was when I went with him to Miami and he got a taste of the power money could provide. His family worked for mine right here on this vineyard. They never had much, and he...he wanted to change that, and I wanted to help. I had the gallery going here, and I gave him the money to get something going on his own. That didn’t work out so well. Keith went through everything I gave him and expected more. I’d been running this place. I had the gallery in the city, and the Miami place was shaping up to be another success.”
