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She smiled. “You remembered.”

He nodded. “Like it was yesterday.”

He ordered her drink and a beer for himself. She accepted hers with a thoughtful look, then said, “If it helps, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either.”

He chugged down a couple mouthfuls of his beer, his chest squeezing tight. “Then why did you leave?”

“I came here the first time to check out the auction from a distance. I didn’t want or expect any distractions.”

His brain whirled. “You saw the sheikh here last year,” he said, speaking to himself as much as her. He held her stare. “You really had hoped he’d win the bid?”

She shrugged. “It matters little now. You outbid him.”

“Was there a reason you wanted him?” he asked, unconsciously holding his breath while waiting for her to reply. Though what he hoped to achieve by hearing it, he had no idea. But then, knowledge was power. Once he knew what he was up against he could engage in battle and tear down her walls, then use his charm to keep them down.

She sucked on her straw, her cheeks hollowing. She put her glass on the bar. “That’s...personal.”

He narrowed his eyes. She was serious. But it wasn’t as if he could pry the truth out of her. His lips curled. There were other, much more fun ways to make her confess. He’d found women wore their hearts on their sleeve after a good lovemaking session.

Lifting his glass to his lips, he swallowed the last of his beer, then plunked his glass on the bar right next to hers. Then capturing her chin with one hand, he leaned close and covered her mouth with his, kissing her with something too close to desperation.

She was panting as heavily as him when he finally drew back from her plush lips. He wanted more than to taste her mouth. He wanted to suck on her tits and lick her nipples, he wanted to press kisses along her collarbone while heading south to her pussy where he’d peel her lips apart and suck her tender flesh until she fell apart screaming his name.

Then he’d plunge deep inside her, and claim her as his once and for all. He’d fuck her so hard and diligently that she’d never forget him...never want to walk away. Making her come even harder would be tonight’s mission. It would have to be if he wanted to get her to talk openly.

He groaned, his pants suddenly way too constrictive.

She stared up at him with hungry eyes. “Do you think we could get date four underway now?”

“You read my mind again,” he growled.

She sniggered. “The only thing I read was the hard-on tenting your pants.”

He was too aroused to laugh at her honesty. “Let’s get out of here,” he said thickly. Then encircling his arm around her waist, he drew her toward the elevator that would take them to his private residence.










Chapter Seven

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