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She did, arching her back and thrusting her behind toward him. It was all the invitation he needed, and he entered her from behind, sliding back into silky smooth, welcoming heat. He reached around and cupped her breast with one of his hands, lightly pinching the hard nipple while sliding his other hand down her body until he could press his middle finger against her clitoris.
She moaned, canting her hips forward and then arching back as if she couldn't decide what stimulation she needed more. His dick deep inside her, or the press of his finger against her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Lysander alternated between making circles around her clit and sliding directly over it with his fingertip until she was panting and pleading for more. He continued to touch her in the way she'd shown him she liked, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.
Increasing the pace, he drove into her with hard thrusts until she went rigid under him and cried out her release. Her vaginal walls contracted like a vice around his sex pulling him even deeper into her body and making him come. His shout joined hers and Lysander didn't care if everyone on staff could hear them.
This was so damn good.
Perfect.
They were both sweaty and heaving after, but he sat on the L shaped outdoor sofa and pulled her naked into his lap, running his hands over her body as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
This lazy touching was another of his new favorite things. He found Rowan's luscious curves addicting.
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Rowan nestled into Lysander's arms, enjoying the soft glide of his big hands over her body. He made no effort to hide how much he relished touching her and she loved that. There was no one upmanship when she was in bed with Lysander.
He didn't make a big deal about who came first, but he always made sure that they both did. He didn't ask her how it was, maybe because it was always so obvious that it had been very, very satisfying.
For both of them.
Best of all, Lysander never critiqued herperformanceand told her what she could do to make it better in the future. Her ex had done that. It had hurt her at first, and then just annoyed her. Sex wasn't a job Rowan performed.
It was an experience between two people, both of them equally responsible for how it went.
It was that way with Lysander. He paid attention to her responses and listened when she said anything. Like earlier, changing their angle. What they'd been doing had felt so hot, but she'd hung on the edge of that precipice of pleasure and wanted to soar right over.
He'd listened and then they'd both gotten what they needed.
"I like this," she said, kissing his neck before she laid her head against his shoulder.
"I do too."
She knew he did. The languid touching afterward usually led to another bout of lovemaking, and she doubted this time would be any different. Sex had never been so consuming for her, and she had thought it was a myth that men could do it more than once in a night.
Apparently, it wasn't, and she was the lucky recipient of repeated proof of that.
CHAPTER 10
The next morning, Klaus brought Rowan's car to the front of the villa. Lysander was already in a meeting, though he'd offered to have her driven to work and picked up afterward. This time, she'd stood firm on her plan to return to her apartment. She was a grownup with things that needed tending.
Only later that evening as she let herself into the silent and empty place, she had to try hard to remember what they were and why they were so important. If she'd gone back to Lysander's, they'd be sharing a drink before dinner and she'd be looking forward to another night of amazing lovemaking.
No matter how tantalizing, that wasn't her life. Rowan had spent years living in a loveless marriage because it had been what was expected of her. She'd had every creature comfort seen to, but her soul had starved. Well, her soul wasn't starving anymore. She thrived working full-time for an organization she believed in. The only constraint on her time with the friends of her choosing were the things she had committed to doing, not things committed to on her behalf.
Not that her family hadn't tried. Rowan's mom had expected her to move back into the family home and do what she'd always done, support her father's business interests. Of course, she'd expected Rowan to stay married to Cyrus too. Neither were going to happen.
She'd gone back to the States, but only temporarily, so she could start divorce proceedings. She'd returned for the necessary arbitration and hearing, but her life was in Greece now and that was where it would stay.
Rowan hadn't walked away from Cyrus only to move back into the same constricting existence with her parents. In the last two years, she'd worked hard to make a life for herself, one that she could be proud to live. One that fed her soul.
And that was why she was here, making a sandwich for dinner, instead of dining with Lysander in five-star splendor, she reminded herself. After starting a load of laundry, she started going through the mail that had piled up in her absence. How was it that there was still so much physical mail when almost all of her bills were paid online and no one ever sent her any letters?
Although most of the mail was simply junk destined for the recycling bin, a few things were invitations to events her parents would expect her to attend. For the sake of maintaining some semblance of a relationship with them, she would say yes to at least one.
Although invitations were handled via email and social media among her chosen friends, certain organizations that catered to the wealthy elite still insisted on printed invites with RSVP cards and their embossed return envelopes. It was a matter of fulfilling expectations.
