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"That is not acceptable."
"It's cute how you think you get to dictate to me, but here's another bit of news, Mr. Greek tycoon, you aren't the boss of me."
CHAPTER 20
"I thought it was King?"
"I'm American. We don't do sovereigns."
"You chose to have a life in Greece."
"Greece abolished the monarchy in 1974." Her words said one thing, her mind another. Because Lysander had the presence and bearing of royalty.
He began unbuttoning his shirt, his suit jacket and tie nowhere in evidence.
"What are you doing?" she parroted his question.
He gave her a look that asked what she thought he was doing because it should be obvious. "Undressing so I can join you."
"You're not wearing swim trunks under your slacks. I saw you get dressed."
"Nor do I need them in a private spa."
"Oh." She wasn't sure why a small piece of clothing made a difference, but it did.
The idea of him sliding into the hot tub naked made her core pulse. She pressed her thighs together to alleviate the ache, but all that did was make her more aware of what she wanted.
Him. His hands there. His sexthere.
The predatory look in his eye was like a brush straight over her clitoris.
Peeling out of his clothes, soon Lysander stood naked and proud, the sun shining on his tanned skin and sculpted muscles.
"Corporate sharks shouldn't look so much like ancient Greek gods," she muttered.
His laughter said he'd heard her. "From a king to a god, what is next?"
She didn't answer, too busy watching him walk toward her, his sex already half mast. His defined muscles bunching with each movement of his legs.
"You look like you're ready to eat me," he said, a sexy smile slashing across his face.
What that tone and look did to her. She had no hope of nonchalance in the face of such masculine beauty and strength.
Sexual hunger washed over her.
Rowan was not complaining. Not even a little. She reveled in the way her body responded to him.
"Getting my mouth on you sounds about right," Rowan said throatily.
Only this man brought out the Siren in her.
Eschewing the handrail and steps, he lifted one long powerful leg over the side and turned, bringing the rest of his lower body into contact with the water. But he didn't sink under.
Instead, he sat on the side, and indicated his now fully erect length with his hand. "Have at it."
He didn't need to ask her twice. Rowan's mouth watered for a taste of him. She turned and propelled herself across the hot tub, only stopping when she was between his knees.
Kneading his hard thighs with her hands, she said, "Don't mind if I do."
