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‘You’re doing it again.’ Gypsy almost had to run after Rico, watching as he handed Lola over to Agneta, who indicated that she would feed her. When Agneta had left with Lola, Rico turned to her with a dangerous look on his face.

‘I am a busy man. Part of this fifteen-month deal is that you are by my side as my companion. We can’t do that with a baby. She will be fine. Rafael and Isobel have a nanny for exactly that purpose.’

‘That’s Rafael and Isobel,’ Gypsy said, afraid he’d hear the bitterness in her voice. ‘They’re different.’

He came close then, and Gypsy backed away, suddenly intimidated by the dangerous light in his eyes. ‘Why? Because they’re a real couple?’

‘Something like that,’ Gypsy flung at him, hoping he’d stop coming towards her. But he didn’t.

‘There’s no reason we can’t be that, Gypsy…we have desire…’

Gypsy spluttered, shocked to feel a rush of something that felt disturbingly like hope. ‘That agreement you mentioned is your agreement. If you can recall, I didn’t have much say in it. And Rafael and Isobel have a lot more than desire. You don’t even like me!’

Rico stopped, a muscle in his jaw pulsing. ‘I think it’s safe to say that what I feel for you is undergoing something of a metamorphosis. And, to be perfectly honest, fifteen months is looking less and less palatable. I envisage a much longer union. It’s practical on every level…especially when I don’t see any sign of our desire waning…’

Feeling sheer panic at his cold words, and wanting to know what he’d meant by saying his feelings were changing, let alone the prospect that he’d want to lock her into some sort of loveless but passionate union, she blurted out, ‘Well, I can’t guarantee that my desire will last much longer. And I’m sure your ego won’t relish taking to bed a woman who doesn’t desire you any more. So perhaps you should think of that before you make any rash pronouncements.’

The words were stupid—inspired by panic and completely untrue, much to her own dismay. If anyone was going to lose their desire she had no doubt it would be Rico. She saw his expression change and knew she had to run—fast. She did turn, as if to flee, but Rico caught her easily with his arms around her waist. Gypsy struggled against the inevitable way her body was already responding and half kicked out fruitlessly as Rico carried her into his nearby study, shutting the door behind him.

Her back was against the door and Rico was crowding her, saying dangerously, ‘You were saying?’

Gypsy couldn’t open her mouth. As Rico spoke his fingers made quick work of opening the buttons of her shirt. His hips ground into hers, and with his hands he pushed apart the shirt, baring her lace-covered breasts to his gaze.

Her breasts heaved with the effort it took just to stay standing, and even though on some level Gypsy was aghast at her instant response she couldn’t help it. She could feel her nipples harden and push against the lace of her bra, and Rico saw it too, a feral smile curling his lips as he cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbpads over the straining peaks. Gypsy bit back a moan.

‘I don’t see any evidence of your desire waning. This does not happen to everyone…’ Rico’s voice was guttural. ‘It’s been instantaneous between us since we met. Do you think it’ll burn out when a two-year absence couldn’t dampen it?’

Gypsy fought through the waves of desire threatening to suck her under and said defiantly, ‘Nothing lasts for ever.’

With anger and desire crackling between them, Rico took Gypsy’s mouth in a bruising kiss. Her treacherous hands acted independently of her will and went to his tie to pull it off. Frantically she opened the buttons on his shirt, hearing some pop and fall to the ground. While her hands were on his belt he pushed down the lace cups of her bra, freeing her breasts to his mouth, where he sucked and nipped gently at the sensitised peaks.

Gypsy pushed down his trousers and freed his heavy erection. Rico flicked open her jeans and pushed them down, along with her panties.

‘Kick them off and put your legs around my waist.’

Gypsy nearly wept with frustration when her jeans got stuck, bending down to pull them off before reaching up again to cling onto Rico’s neck and shoulders as he took her legs and wrapped them around him. They hadn’t even moved from the door.

With one smooth and powerful thrust he embedded himself within her. Gypsy gasped out loud, clutching him tightly as he slowly withdrew and then thrust in again. He loosened her hold and set her back against the door, putting some space between them so that he could bend his head and take one rosy-tipped breast into his mouth as he thrust rhythmically.

When he took his mouth away from her breast Gypsy opened her eyes and looked at him. His cheeks were slashed with colour, his face stark with need and passion, his eyes nearly black. With a welling of emotion she acted completely instinctively and clasped his face in her hands, bringing his mouth to hers.

As they approached their shattering crescendo their mouths clung, and Rico swallowed her loud moan as she clenched around him more powerfully than he’d felt before. Then he let himself go, and spilled his life seed into her with such an intensity of feeling that when it was over he could only bury his head in her neck and try to remember which way was up.

They stayed like that for a long moment, the air cooling their hot skin, still intimately joined, and Gypsy stroked Rico’s hair, not even aware of the tenderness of her gesture.

In that moment when Rico felt Gypsy’s hand in his hair, something fundamental within him changed for ever. He might have just impregnated her. And, if truth be told, he hoped he had. Reeling with that knowledge, he couldn’t deny it any more. He had to face up to the fact that his feelings for Gypsy had changed utterly.

Resolve gave him the strength to move, and he carefully let her down, holding her when her legs weren’t steady. He could feel the tremors still running through her body. He handed her her clothes, before picking up his own and putting them on. Never in his life had such intense urgency dictated his actions. He winced inwardly. ‘Are you all right?’

Gypsy looked up from where she’d just pulled her jeans up. She looked dazed. ‘I…think so.’

Rico frowned, fear tightening his insides. ‘Did I hurt you?’

Gypsy blushed and shook her head, her hair falling forward to hide her expression from him. ‘No…you didn’t hurt me.’

With that sense of resolve running through him and gathering force, Rico tipped up her chin. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from his kisses, eyes huge. He had to curb the resurgence of desire. ‘If you think our desire is on the wane, or that this is something that happens more than once in a lifetime, then you’re a more cynical person than I thought you were.’

Gypsy looked at Rico, her heart pounding all over again. He was looking back at her with an indecipherable expression on his face.

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