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The moment the door was shut, his lips sought hers. Desperate, hungry and fierce, he took as much as he gave. His hands ran over the dress, and he could only imagine what she would be like beneath.
Cassie struggled for breath as wave after wave of ecstasy began to build in her system. She felt the car pull out into the built up Mayfair streets, but she didn’t bother trying to see where they were going.
It didn’t matter where.
It just mattered that they did what they were promising one another.
She ground her hips against him, and he laughed, lifting his head only to reach forward and snap closed the window between the driver and them.
His dark eyes were flecked with a complex web of thoughts. Thoughts she didn’t care to analyse. It was when she started to wonder what these men were thinking that she came unstuck.
As if to underscore her philosophy, she lifted a finger to his lips. “This is just sex, okay?”
He nodded gravely. “You are worried I might fall madly in love with you?”
One of her fashionably shaped brows shot upwards. “You wouldn’t be the first man.” She had intended to sound nonchalant but it came off as angry. She grimaced. “I don’t want any complications.”
“Believe me, neither do I.”
Relief was sharp in her chest. “Good,” she smiled seductively at him. “In that case, I see no reason we can’t have incredible sex and then part ways.”
His laugh was spectacular. He went from being untouchable billionaire bachelor to sexy, dishevelled lover in the space of seconds. “Are you always this frank?”
“Frankly,” she teased, “Yes.”
“I admire that,” he said seriously, bringing his mouth to the soft flesh at the base of her neck.
Cassie lifted her hips, silently begging him to return his intimate contact. He pressed his body weight on top of her, and she could feel his powerful arousal through their clothing. But he did nothing to release the well of tension that was flaring in her.
She almost swore with relief when the car pulled off the road and into a back street. She blinked, focussing on the view beyond the tinted window. Knightsbridge, she guessed, taking in the spiked fences and elegant sidewalks.
His hotel was one of the most prestigious in London. It was five stories tall and each level was an entire apartment with views of Hyde Park in one direction and St James Park in the other.
He straightened her dress and distanced himself from her, looking instantly different. As though they hadn’t just been kissing as a prelude to the sex that was imminent.
Cassie found it harder to compose herself, but she managed a semblance of it. The chauffeur opened the door, his eyes averted. She followed the man from the vehicle and fell into step beside him. He was tall and his stride long. She was short but used to walking fast. She liked to do everything efficiently, even walking.
A small brigade of suited men walked behind them.
Security?
Curiosity washed over her. There were seven of them in the lift. Her, him, and five men dressed in black with pistols at their belts.
The henchmen disembarked on level four, leaving just the two of them, hurtling higher and higher in the elevator to a fate Cassie couldn’t yet contemplate.
The doors pinged open, and The Man immediately wrapped his arms around her; he was crushing her to his chest. He half-carried her into the suite, his urgency apparent in every passionate, rushed step.
She didn’t stop to survey her surrounds. She was trying to wrap her legs around his waist but the pencil fit of her skirt was making it impossible. She groaned in frustration, and he nodded, placing her onto the carpeted floor so that he could slide his fingers into the straps of her dress. He pushed it away with all the urgency that was overtaking him.
Beneath it, she was every bit as sexy as he’d imagined when she’d sauntered into the bar. She was wearing bright scarlet underwear – a bra that matched lace knickers. “Good,” he approved.
She felt an unusual blush spread across her cheeks. He unclipped the bra and felt the weight of her breasts in his hands. “They are real,” he remarked, evidently surprised.
“Yes,” she intoned, unsure if she was flattered or offended by his brazen appraisal of her
physical assets. Cassie suspected it should have been the latter, but she couldn’t raise any sense of indignation.
He skimmed his hands down her sides, returning his fingers to her underwear. He pushed a finger back inside her most feminine heart. This time, he didn’t attempt to hide what he was doing. Nor did he shield her. He watched her face react to the sensual invasion, as he plunged himself in, and out.
