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They both loved this. Him in her mouth, Lysander controlling their pleasure. Rowan didn't touch his sex with her hands, but let him use her mouth as he liked while she steadied herself with a hold on the rock hard muscles of his thighs.
He pushed a couple of inches of his oversized sex into her mouth. "That's good. Take me."
Rowan sucked, welcoming him as he stretched her mouth wide, pushing toward the back of her throat. He didn't gag her, but pistoned in and out of her as she sucked and licked. She tasted his copious precum as his erection swelled and became even more granite-like.
He was close and her mouth watered with anticipation of his climax, but he pulled out of her mouth with a pop. Saliva covered her chin and glistened on his rigid sex.
Confused by his withdrawal, her gaze flew upward. A look of carnal need hardened his features.
Lysander grabbed her under her arms and jerked her up and kissed her almost brutally before spinning her body around. He positioned her so she faced the mirror, her torso leaning forward on the vanity, balanced on her forearms.
His features cast in vicious desire, he shoved into her dripping channel from behind. She was tight and he was big, so even though she was slick with arousal, shock reverberated through her at the intimate intrusion.
Rowan watched in the mirror as his handsome face reflected the savage ecstasy he found in their connection.
He hammered forward, drilling his big erection deep into her body, stretching her vaginal walls as only he ever had. Lysander hit that spot inside her that brought so much pleasure and she moaned.
"Mine," he growled as he bottomed out against her cervix.
Mild pain mixed with pleasure, intensifying it to near unbearable levels. And she shuddered as her own climax loomed. He pulled back before pounding into her again, repeatedly sliding over her G-spot and battering her cervix with his bulbous head.
When she thought she might pass out from the tension inside her, Rowan finally detonated. Bliss exploded from her core outward, forcing a scream from deep inside her.
He shoved forward, going rigid as his penis pressed against the very depth of her as he gave a guttural shout, their orgasms feeding off each other. He filled her with his heat, making her shudder with renewed pleasure, his grip on her hips so tight it would probably leave bruises.
The idea of having his fingerprints on her skin sent another wave of ecstasy crashing through her before she collapsed forward, boneless in the aftermath of the mind numbing bliss.
She was too wiped afterward to protest when he carried her to bed without showering again. But also…she liked the scent of them together on her skin. She'd bathe in the morning. Maybe.
~ ~ ~
Lysander got into his office before dawn, wishing he could have stayed in bed to make love to Rowan again, but there was too much to do.
He had lost out on not one, but two lucrative deals while playing tourist with Rowan in Mexico. Since starting his company, he had never let the ball drop when there was profit to be made.
Not until taking the maddening woman as his lover.
Why had she insisted on going to dinner with her coworkers when she knew he was at the villa waiting for her? He didn't like this feeling of need she engendered in him. Lysander controlled every aspect of his life and his business until Rowan Johnson had offered him her body.
He'd begun to work shorter hours until making the inexplicable choice to take her on the cruise in Mexico she'd always wanted. When logic would dictate he spend the time out of country at one of his other headquarters.
Lysander hadn't minded the money he lost by not being available to orchestrate the deals. And that had bothered him a hell of a lot more than losing the money. He ran a multi-billion dollar company. He had thousands of employees relying on him keeping that company in the black.
How could one small woman disrupt the discipline of a lifetime?
He'd thrown himself into work since returning to Athens, determined to make up for his slacking, only to leave his office early the day before. Because he'd missed her.
And she had opted to spend the evening with others.
It pissed him off. And it…hurt. Though he would never admit that particular vulnerability.
Her schedule was a lot more flexible than his. She should accommodate him. Why did she not realize that?
~ ~ ~
"Excuse me? You think we're going where?"
Rowan couldn't quite wrap her mind around what Lysander had just said.
