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“All day?” She pouted, tilting her head a little to one side.
Now his eyes drifted sideways in the mirror, to clash with hers. She was a seductive goddess in the middle of his bed. A kick of awareness slammed into his side and despite the fact he’d spent hours ravaging her in the middle of the night, he felt an instant yearning for more. He wanted to kiss her back into the mattress and take possession of her body. No frills, no foreplay, just the sex they were both utterly addicted to.
“Yes, all day,” he responded with a droll humour that surprised him. How could he sound so unaffected when his blood was heated to boiling point for her?
“But you were out all day yesterday.”
His laugh was soft. He turned back to the mirror and finished straightening his tie.
“It’s my job.”
Finn’s pout deepened. She pushed the sheet down and stood slowly. With the grace he’d come to realise was just inherent to her, Finn crossed the room. She stood, perfectly naked but for the La Perla briefs he’d given her earlier, behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and stared at him in the mirror.
“Could I change your mind?”
His chest heaved with the strength of his breath. “I would love you to try.” He captured her hands and spun around in the circle of her arms. “But today is the day we sign the contracts. I have to be there.”
Her hand snaked lower, to the front of his pants. She felt the firmness of his shaft and smiled slowly.
“Can you be a little late at least?”
He felt the groan in his gut. God, he wanted to be late for her. Hell, it was his company, and his takeover. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. God knew she was worth it. He’d become totally dependent on their nights together. The days dragged, but the nights … they could never be long enough. He wanted her with a dependability that was matched only by the moon’s conquering of the sun.
But when he didn’t respond immediately, her soft sigh called his attention to her face. She sunk to her knees quickly; too quickly for him to realise with any foresight what she intended. But her hands on his belt left him in little doubt.
“Finn …”
It was something she hadn’t done to him. In fact, it was something she’d never done before. But Caradoc had made kissing her intimately into an art form, and she wanted, more than anything, to reciprocate.
Sure, she was nervous. What if she was no good? What if she didn’t know what she was doing? But her desire to please him overrode everything.
She lifted her eyes to his face, and smiled slowly. “I’ve never done this before. You have to tell me what you like. Okay?”
What was that feeling inside of him? Pride? Affection? Lust? He couldn’t pick it, but something was swelling him up and making him feel as though he could take over anything in the world. He felt more powerful than ever before.
Her mouth on his length was warm and moist. She was tentative, but he couldn’t have found anything hotter. She ran her tongue from his tip, all the way down, and her eyes locked with his, seeking reassurance.
Caradoc swore, and dug his fingers into her silky hair. He wasn’t capable of stopping this now. His desire was a juggernaut and Finn was his sole object. She moved like an angel, completely intuitively driving him closer and closer towards the release that he knew to be imminent.
“You must stop.” His words were a grunt. He threw his head back as his whole body began to throb and pulse with the pleasure that was preparing to crash over him.
“Why?” She ran her tongue around his tip, her eyes searching his. “Is it not good?”
“It’s too good,” he laughed roughly, holding on by a thread.
“Is there any such thing?” She took his length deep in her mouth and he felt everything begin to fall apart. Jesus, if he didn’t take control, he was going to come inside of her and he didn’t have any idea if she was ready for that. And he cared. He cared way more than he’d realised.
With a loud sound of frustration he stepped backwards, his breath panting in his chest. He felt half insane with the thwarted desire. “Get up.” A gruff command that by no means belittled what he was feeling. Only he barely had enough control to keep his body in check. He certainly didn’t have the strength to find polite words. Not then. Not in that moment.
“Turn around.”
She did as he said, her cheeks pink, her heart breaking. Had she done something wrong? He had seemed to be enjoying it. But she had no point of reference.
He positioned her with less care than he’d intended but his body was on fire with the need for possession. He bent her forward so that her hands were against the duvet, and her perfect arse was balanced in the air, and then he drove into her from behind. He laced one hand through her hair, wrapping it around his fist and holding her where he wanted her, while his other hand came to her front and fondled her most sensitive flesh until she was as incandescent with desire as he.
He felt her pulse from the inside out. She was quivering with the same torrent of desire that was controlling him. He felt her spasm, her muscles warm and tight around his length and still he held her hair, keeping her from moving as she wanted to.
He waited until she’d stilled, and then went to pull away but she moaned. “Don’t,” she said thickly. “You haven’t ….”
