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Her husband dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He punched a number and held it to his ear. A buzzing started up behind her. She tried to hear what Ezio said into his phone, and then it occurred to her what he was doing. He called Dean to find out where she was. Her bodyguard said something into his phone, and Ezio turned smoothly to look at her.
He crooked his finger. “Come here.”
She wandered over to him, and his hand snaked out to grasp her wrist. In seconds she was pinned against his chest. He consumed her mouth, tangled his fingers in her hair, and drove her head back. She surrendered fully to him, holding onto the thick hard muscles of his upper arms.
Ezio’s mouth left hers, and he kissed her cheek, her chin, down to her throat. Each spot his lips touched burned and stoked the fire in her belly to a level that would consume her. She clung to him, hungry for all he had to give. He was so powerful and forceful, he took her breath away, but she enjoyed his touch beyond reason.
I can stay with him just a tiny bit longer.
“You’re not too tired?” he said when he raised his head to look into her face.
She grinned. “Is that a question or a declaration?”
His beautiful eyes narrowed. “I see I’ve still got my work cut out for me. I haven’t tamed you yet.”
Shakarri patted his chest. “That will never happen. Don’t strain yourself.”
A look of delight sparked in the depths of his eyes. Something told her he liked the challenge. She wasn’t worried. Sure, for the most part, she obeyed him—unless his words went crossways to what she wanted to do. Then he had a battle.
“Ezio.” One of the executives stood in the doorway. Shakarri struggled in her husband’s arms, but he didn’t loosen his grip. The man reddened at the sight of their bodies molded together. Ezio didn’t care. The man began to stutter. “I-I-uh-needed to ask you a quick question about tomorrow’s setup and timing.”
Ezio claimed Shakarri’s mouth thoroughly once more and then released her. “Wait for me upstairs.”
Thank goodness for her brown skin and the dark night because he spoke loud enough for anyone to hear, and it was pretty obvious what they were going to do when he came up to the bedroom. Sure it was natural for a married couple to be intimate and anyone looking at Ezio could see he was one hundred percent hot-blooded male. Just the way he said what he did hinted at all kinds of interesting activity in their bed.
Shakarri hurried up to her bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She hopped into the shower and primped and prepped. The pain pills had already dulled the aches and pains, but none of that mattered. Ezio’s kisses had put her in the mood. She chose to slip into one of the nighties he liked best on her. After lotioning her skin and adding a hint of scented mist to her wrists and the pulse at the base of her neck, she climbed onto the bed to wait for Ezio.
Twenty minutes passed, and her eyelids began to droop. She checked the time—just before one in the morning. A quick nap could only help with her energy. The pillow under her head felt so wonderfully soft...
The bed sank down on one side, and Shakarri stretched and yawned. Ezio’s face appeared above hers, and she caught her breath because he had removed his shirt. She hadn’t heard him come into the room.
“How long was I sleeping?”
“I kept you waiting, tesoro.” His deep voice rumbled over her nerve endings, making her tingle. “Shall I make it up to you?”
She swallowed. Had he just called her darling? Maybe she was still sleeping. Ezio never used endearments with her, and to use the one that literally meant treasure blew her mind. He was a dangerous man.
“I didn’t mind waiting for you.”
His hand slid to her hip, and his fingers burned her skin through the thin material of her nightie. When his gaze skimmed her form, it was as if he could see through it. “You know I like this one, but I’d prefer to have it off.”
Shakarri ran her hands over the silky material. “I like it. It makes my skin feel good.”
Ezio leaned up and sat back on his haunches. He took on that dangerous expression that always set Shakarri’s heart to beating erratically. “Off. Now.”
She raised her chin. “If I refuse?”
His smile flashed fo
r a second and then disappeared. “You know what’ll happen.”
Her pulse went crazy. Should she do as he said or defy him and let him rip it off? A woman’s choices were never easy to make! Shakarri hesitated too long, and Ezio reached a hand out and bunched the nightie in his hand. She squeaked with half excitement and half alarm as the material began to rip.
Chapter 9
Shakarri jerked awake at a loud boom that came from her closet. Her heart jumped into her throat, and she dragged the covers up over her as she sat up. Was she dreaming? She listened, but the sound didn’t repeat itself, and from where the bed was positioned, she could only see a few feet into that area.
A glance next to her showed Ezio had already risen. Maybe he had showered, dressed, and was deep into his meeting by now. Their night together was fantastic, better than any other night she’d shared with him. She thought maybe it had to do with a suspicion about Ezio that was taking form in her head.
