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At last, I can be me again.
At least for a little while. Untilhearrives.
I wonder if they have any flannel PJs or even an old T-shirt in the changing area? I am chuckling at the absurdity of my own thoughts as I emerge from the bathroom, and then stop short when I realize I’m no longer alone.
“Rio!”
He stands inside the door of the suite, his jacket and tie already gone. His eyes widen, just for a split second, as he rakes my nudity from head to toe. He seems just as shocked as me, then the fleeting glimpse of the real Rio is gone, and he’s back to being impassive.
I clutch my arms across my front, but the gesture is obviously futile.
Then he sweeps across the space, closing the distance between us before I can do more than suck in a ragged breath and curl my toes into the carpet in a vain attempt to anchor myself to something. Anything.
Strong arms fold around me, dragging me in against a hard body, and then his mouth claims mine in a way that leaves no doubt in either of our minds.
I am his.
And there is nothing I can do to change that fact.
The worst thing—theveryworst—is that in this moment, there is nothing Iwantto do to change it.
* * *
Rio
Her mouth opensto my onslaught, letting me in and responding as if she can’t get enough of me.
Ican’t get enough of her.
Her acquiescence shocks me. And yet, it also doesn’t. I sense the need in her, and guess that she doesn’t know what to do with it. She has probably never tapped into that side of herself. We are going to have some fun, Bianca and me, when she moves beyond her current state of rage toward acceptance of her situation.
Our mouths devour each other as if we’re starved of oxygen and the other is our life source. Her lips and tongue dance with mine while her sweet taste fills my senses.
A moan slips up her throat and into my mouth. I swallow the sound and return it as an involuntary groan.
We break apart, my breath shuddering in my chest. I drag in air. She shivers in my arms, panting, but I know she isn’t cold. Her skin beneath my hands when I run them up and down her naked body is warm and smooth.
I clutch at her bare ass, kneading her flesh, keeping her as close as humanly possible to the seat of my need even as my trouser material still separates us.
My cock aches in its fabric confines. The need to fill her, to possess her, pushes in on me from all directions. I must have Bianca—mywife—before this night is done.
I must have hernow, before the need drives me insane and destroys any semblance of control I have left.
What is it about her that pulls me in so completely?
When I entered the suite and saw her emerge with that wry chuckle softening her fierce expression, her pale skin and subtle curves framed by the golden light from the bathroom, my breath stuttered to a stop even as my heart rate ratcheted up to dangerous levels.
She does something to me, this woman, and it is time to sate the desire.
I begin to unbutton my shirt, but she pushes my fingers aside, taking over the task even as her angry eyes burn into mine.
I move my hands to my trousers, undoing the fastenings and letting them drop, allowing her to push aside my shirt and remove it, before quickly stepping out of the rest of my clothing.
My cock springs up as soon as it is released, proclaiming how much I want her. Her gaze drops to my erection and holds there, as if fascinated. She licks her lips, her beautiful lips, and then her eyes dart back up to mine.
Oh, yes.
“On your knees, little bird,” I command, only there’s a hoarse note in my voice that I can’t disguise. For the first time in my life, I feel a sense of vulnerability in front of another human being. It confuses me. I don’t like it. I push her down to the floor more forcefully than I intend. “In your mouth. Now.”
