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Afterwards Marnie would marvel at the fact that they’d been discussing the inner workings of a luxury car at such a moment, but right now she was busy having Leon kiss away her little cries of pleasure while his unseen fingers worked their magic. She told herself to call a halt to it before it was too late, but she didn’t think there was anything on earth which would have given her the strength to do that. Her breasts were tingling. Her flesh was dissolving—that silken beat impossible to ignore—the pump of her blood gathering pace like a piston. And then she was coming. Coming hard against the pressure of his palm. Trying not to buck or to cry out, despite his reassurance about the privacy of the one-way screen. Her attempts to keep her orgasm secret seemed only to intensify the sensations which were pulsing through her. It was...incredible. It seemed to go on and on for ever.
Eventually, he withdrew his hand and she was aware of the faint smell of her sex in the air. In a daze her eyelids fluttered open to find Leon regarding her, a look of feral satisfaction on his face, a soft smile at his lips.
‘Did you like that?’ he questioned silkily.
‘I hated every minute of it.’ She hit the button of the electric window and it slid soundlessly down. ‘Couldn’t you tell?’
A rush of cold air swirled in and he laughed but that didn’t quite disguise the shifting frustration on his features and Marnie boldly reached out to rub her fingers over the hardness which the expert cut of his expensive trousers was failing to hide. For a moment he groaned as she feathered her fingers up and down his rocky shaft, before firmly removing her hand and putting it on her lap.
‘No,’ he advised sternly.
‘Don’t you want to?’ she questioned, confused.
‘What do you think, Marnie? Of course I do. It just happens to be a slightly less discreet operation for men.’
‘I wouldn’t know,’ she said sulkily.
‘Neither would I.’
She turned to him, blinking very hard, unable to hide the surprise from her voice. Or the leap of pleasure in her heart. ‘Are you saying—?’
‘That I’ve never made a woman come on the back seat of my car? Neh, that’s exactly what I’m saying,’ he growled. ‘Just like I’ve never had sex on a beach with someone I’ve only just met. I don’t know what it is you do to me, Marnie Porter—only that I find I want you. I want you very badly.’
It was a heartfelt declaration and it startled her. A little flustered now, Marnie turned her head to stare out of the open window to see that Shepherd’s Bush had come into view. They must have been in the car longer than she’d thought. Her heart began to race. What did they say about time passing quickly when you were having fun—and wasn’t that the best fun she’d had in years?
She turned back to find him studying her. In the dim light his features were shadowed, making the brilliance of his eyes stand out like jewels. And suddenly she thought, why shouldn’t they carry on what they’d just started? Mutual pleasure between two consenting adults wasn’t any sort of crime, was it? Because yes, she’d just had the most amazing orgasm but Leon must be extremely frustrated, judging from the tension which was hardening his amazing features. And she wanted him inside her again. Deep and properly inside her. She wanted that more than anything.
‘Would you like to come in for coffee?’ she questioned carelessly.
His eyes gleamed as his tone matched hers. ‘Why not?’
It was weird having the limo purr to a halt outside the purpose-built block which housed her humble bedsit and even weirder to walk into the thankfully litter-free—for once—entrance hall with Leon by her side. She wasn’t used to having a man around and she certainly wasn’t used to the wild flutter of her heart, or the urgent need which fired up inside her when she closed the front door and he pulled her hungrily into his arms and started kissing her as if his life depended on it.
‘Leon!’ she moaned and was rewarded with a taunting thrust of his hips against hers. He had pushed her jacket from her shoulders with an impatience which made her heart sing and now he was tugging frantically on the zip of her skirt, so that it pooled to a heap on the well-worn rug. Fingers flying, she did the same—easing his jacket off so that it concertinaed to the ground.
He removed her shoes and the sensible white blouse she’d worn for the court case. Next, off came her bra and panties and although both were plain and not in the least bit provocative, they still elicited a husky groan when he saw them. She could see him scanning the small room with dazed eyes before backing her towards the sofa and laying her down on it.
He hauled his silk shirt over his head without even bothering to undo all the buttons, before turning his attention to his trousers. ‘Don’t move,’ he commanded, for he must have seen her wriggle.
But that was a big ask. Marnie could barely keep still. She wanted to writhe her bottom against the narrow sofa in joyful anticipation. It seemed so long since that night on Paramenios, and although he had just subjected her to that blissful experience in the back of his car, she wanted something more intimate than that and didn’t know how much longer she could wait.
Not much longer, it would seem as he came towards her with a look of dark intent on his face which thrilled her to the core. And it was only when he was finally and magnificently naked that Marnie realised that she hadn’t been able to appreciate him properly last time. The afternoon sun was far more revealing than the Greek starlight had been, accentuating the honed contours of his incredible body so that he looked like a living statue—and much better endowed than any of those museum sculptures of her childhood.
‘You’re...you’re beautiful,’ she blurted out before she could stop herself, and the surprised flare of pleasure in his eyes gave her pleasure.
‘So are you,’ he husked.
She wasn’t—she knew that—but by then he was bending his head to kiss each peaking nipple as if paying homage to her breasts—so that she actually felt beautiful. She could feel each mound fill with heat and fire, their tips so exquisitely aroused by the graze of his teeth that it felt as if she were hovering tantalisingly between pleasure and pain. He slid his hand between her legs, a moan sliding from his lips as he found her sticky warmth and began to strum against the sensitive bud until once again, Marnie found herself on the brink.
And then he was straddling her. Sliding a condom into place before entering her with one long, slick thrust. She felt him still as her body readjusted itself to his size and his width and when she looked up into his face, it was a study of concentration and fierce pleasure as he began to move.
It was incredible. It was everything Marnie had imagined it could be. It was also over very quickly. She didn’t think it was possible to orgasm so rapidly, and as her body pulsed out its climax she heard the broken exclamation he made in Greek and that thrilled her too.
‘Where’s the bedroom?’ he growled, when they finally came up for air.
She pressed her fingers into his back. ‘You’re in it.’
‘I meant, where’s the bed?’
