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"I guess I'm special then."
His gaze flicked sideways to her before returning to the road. "You are that."
They barely made it through the front door before they were tearing off each other's clothing. Rowan ran her hands over the hard plains of his chest, reveling in her freedom to touch this sexy man however she liked.
His hands gripped tightly around her hips, he lifted her against the wall in the foyer and took her mouth forcefully.
Rowan gave back as good as she got, tangling her tongue with his, spreading her legs so the juncture of her thighs rubbed against the hard ridges of his eight-pack. She was so wet, it soaked right through her panties and made his skin slick.
He dropped her legs and jerked her panties down. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her underwear while he yanked her dress over her head. Then she stood naked because she hadn't been wearing a bra.
With a groan, Lysander brought his mouth down to her breast and he laved her peaked nipple. "So sweet," he breathed against her sensitive flesh.
"Please, Sander…Ineed."
He maneuvered her a couple of feet to the right and then she found herself perched on the edge of a console table while his raging erection pressed against her most intimate flesh.
"Yes." She wanted this. So much. "Put it in me."
He surged forward, his huge manhood getting stuck after only a couple of inches despite how ready she was.
Pulling back and thrusting forward in short jabs, he worked more of his hard penis inside her swollen channel. "So damn tight."
She tried to help, but she had no traction with her legs dangling off the side of the console table.
Finally, the root of his sex pressed against her vulva. A mini starburst of pleasure went through her. And then he started to thrust for real, pistoning in and out of her body in an uncontrolled rhythm that quickly brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
His pelvis pressed against her clitoris with every forward thrust and that ecstasy flooded her in a tsunami of feeling.
Her head tilted back, she screamed with an abandon she couldn't hope to leash.
Lysander stopped thrusting, just grinding his pelvis against her to prolong her bliss.
He stared down at her, his face tight with need. "You are so beautiful like this."
Then he started canting his hips again and soon his big, muscled body went rigid with his own climax. His shout was loud and guttural.
But recognizable for all that.
He'd yelled her name as he came.
Something cracked inside of Rowan. Something she had no desire to acknowledge or examine.
~ ~ ~
Blissful days turned into blissful weeks, and Rowan realized she'd been living with Lysander for two months.
With no signs of either of them growing bored with the other's company.
And the sex was hot and plentiful.
It was almost too good to be true and Rowan kept waiting for Lysander to change. To start treating her like a piece of furniture as Cyrus had done. As she had seen so many men in her life do to their society wives.
Maybe it was because she was his lover and not his wife, but Lysander wanted to talk over dinner. He cajoled her into getting up ridiculously early so they could have breakfast together before he left for the office.
They had dinner with his mother and her husband. Rowan met Lysander's business associates because he liked having her with him when they had a dinner meeting.
She got to know his staff and security specialists, but she still called them goons so they wouldn't grow complacent.
