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'I don't always come’ he murmured, wryly remembering their first rather one-sided encounter on the boardroom table.
'Then I'd better make sure you do today’ she whispered.
'Oh, Sorcha.'
The way he said her name made her want to dissolve. She wanted to kiss him—tiny, tender kisses on every centimetre of his silky olive skin—but she suspected that kissing wasn't part of this erotic scene they seemed to be making up as they went along. And kissing made her weak—whereas seduction was giving her power.
She undid his belt and unzipped him, carefully freed him—easing him out into the palm of her hand—and he moaned.
"Shhh. I don't want anyone to know what we're doing.'
He found the fact that she had told him to be quiet unbearably erotic—almost as erotic as her kicking off her own tiny panties, pushing him down to the floor and then straddling him.
'How's that?" she questioned disingenuously as she lowered herself down to sheath his silken steel column.
He shook his head, unable to speak, unable to do anything except helplessly lie there while she rode him. Oh, sweet heaven...
He began to cry out as sweet release seized him, and she lowered her head to capture his mouth, her lace-covered breasts covering him with their warm curves as she kissed him. And still she thrust her hips towards him, so that as his pleasure began to fade out her own orgasm swept her away, and she arched her body like a bow.
He caught her bottom and anchored himself to it, watching as she threw her head back and moaned—silky hair tumbling all the way down her back.
When it was over, they stayed exactly where they were—controlling their unsteady breathing, staring at one another in quiet disbelief.
"What's Italian for "wow!"? mumbled Sorcha.
'It's the same.' He stroked his hand over her waist reflectively, and then lifted his arm to glance at his watch. 'Better move, baby,' he murmured, with the lightest of smacks on her bottom. 'I have a phone call to make.'
'Sure. ’ Somehow Sorcha kept her face composed, even if his words made her feel like a discarded hooker.
But you shouldn't start a no-strings office affair unless you could accept it for what it was.
Sex.
CHAPTER TEN
'How about some coffee? '
Cesare looked up from the paperwork he'd been working his way through at his desk, and his eyes narrowed as they focussed on Sorcha.
"What? ' he questioned, and rubbed at his temples.
'Coffee’ said Sorcha, wondering why she couldn't get rid of the feeling that she just wanted to shake this whole situation to make it the same as it had been before he'd left for his long trip to the new factory, the States and Italy. But she couldn't. And it wasn't.
In the bittersweet days since he'd returned Sorcha thought he'd been distancing himself from her—despite the red-hot satisfaction of their sex-life. Was it just a kind of preparation for his eventual departure? Or was it just her paranoia?
Cesare stifled a yawn. He had worked late last night, after everyone else had gone home, and then done a conference call with LA. And since he'd arrived that morning he'd been ploughing through a pile of papers with Sorcha on the other side of the table until she had disappeared into the private cloakroom a few minutes ago.
Now she had reappeared, and it seemed that she had taken off her shoes and stockings. Cesare saw the glint in her shimmering green eyes and guessed from their hungry expression and from the way she was walking that her panties must have come off too.
She wasn't just offering him coffee, that was for sure.
'I'd love some,' he replied blandly.
Sorcha frowned. 'Coffee?'
He leaned back in his chair and studied her, rubbing his eyes. 'That was what you
were offering me, cara— unless my ears were mistaken. ’
