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“Me too.” His mouth twitched into a half smile. “But I hadn’t asked you. I just did it. I don’t know what came over me. It was like you’d put a spell on me or something.”

I grinned. “I’m glad whatever spell was cast worked.”

His face was so close our breaths were mingling.

“Does that mean I can do it again?” he asked.

Yes, please.

“I think we just established that you don’t need to ask.”

He stopped our gentle dance, paused for a second, then rested his lips over mine. His mouth was barely parted and his damp tongue just warmed the center of my bottom lip.

I pressed myself to him. Touched the tip of my tongue to his and allowed myself to get lost in the deliciousness of his flavor and the way he was squeezing me tight. His arms were solid around me and I could feel the power harnessed within his muscles. He was so strong yet so gentle. It was an intoxicating combination that hit all the right buttons in me.

Quickly the kiss intensified, not so that it became fast and frantic, just deep and soul-searching. I adored how he played with my tongue and explored my mouth. I gave as good as I got, drinking him up, catching my breaths when I could.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pulled him closer. Delighted in the sudden zap of sensation that seared up my spine when he ran his hands down my back and cupped my buttocks. I had no choice but to give in to the heat and longing building within me. My pussy was damp and my skin greedy for every caress. Sex was taking over all my thoughts.

He lifted me by my bum cheeks, onto my toes and trapped me tight against his body. I gasped into his mouth as the steely length of his erection prodded my abdomen.

“Ah, honey, you’re driving me nuts,” he murmured, then kissed me again—eagerly, hungrily, as though he might never stop.

If I’d thought I was turned on before, I was sorely mistaken, because now lust flowed in my veins like lava spewing from a volcano. Nothing could stop it. I had to get acquainted with the damn fine specimen of a cock that was jutting eagerly at my belly. A nuclear bomb could detonate outside the hotel and I wouldn’t notice. Lewis Tate was hard, for me. Life had never been so good.

I slid my hand down between our bodies and squeezed his shaft through his jeans, firm and confident, then gave a small upward stroke that was a promise of what was to come.

He groaned into my mouth. “That feels so good but I want to touch you too.”

“Touch away.” I was pressing and stroking his cock now. Loving how it felt so rock-solid beneath the denim as though bursting to be free.

He released my buttocks, found the zipper at the top of my dress and whizzed it open.

I was aware of the material loosening then falling away as he smoothed the straps over my shoulders and down my arms.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, casting his gaze over my body.

I was forced to move my attentions from his cock as he slipped the dress off me completely and let it puddle on the floor at my feet. The air was cool stroking my skin, but I was glad of it. I was on fire and the flames needed tending to—now.

“Lewis, I—” I reached for him again.

“Wait.” He held me at arm’s length, his eyelids heavy and his lips parted. “Let me look at you. You just about blew my mind down at the pool the other day. Not grabbing you and making you mine was nothing short of torture.” He tightened his grip on my shoulders. “That would have made quite a spectacle of in front of the guys, though.”

“Yes, it certainly would have.” I couldn’t help but eye the impressive bulge at his groin. I was itching to get a hold of him again.

“Don’t throw the white bikini away, will you?” he said.

“Why not? It’s useless.”

“It’s perfect, but just not for wearing in public.” He pulled me close and the sensation of his clothes scratching against my bare flesh was divine.

“Well that’s the only time I swim, in public. I don’t have a private pool, you know.”

“I have.”

Of course he did. Duh.

“And if we go for a swim together in private, I’m going to insist you wear that bikini.”

“Oh, will you now.” My breasts were engorged with longing and my nipples tight little twists that ached for stimulation.

“Yeah, because next time I see you in that bikini I’m not going to be able to stop myself from attending to the raging hard-on it gives me.” He scooped my breast into his hand, caught my nipple between his fingers and tugged slightly.

I watched, fascinated, and let pleasure wash through me. “Is that so?”

“You’d better believe it.” He caught my mouth in a sudden ravenous kiss. I clung to his shoulders, bowled over by determination that had apparently robbed him of patience.

Which was good, because my patience was all used up too.

I was practically naked.

He soon would be.

Then we would fuck.

It was the only thing that could happen next. My sanity depended upon it.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Fuck what was that?” Lewis pulled back, his lips shiny from our kiss and his breaths short, sharp pants.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Tate, open this door. I need to speak to you.”

My stomach lurched. “It’s Fellows,” I whispered.

“Damn it.” Lewis released me. “But he’s banging on my door not yours.”

I reached down for my dress and held it against my naked chest. “Shit.”

He rested his hand on the side of my head, over my ear. “It will be fine. I’ll handle it.”

“But what are you going to do?”

“Nothing for now. I’ll wait until he’s gone.” He moved over to the door and peered through the spy hole. Turned to me with his index finger pressed over his lips.

“What?” I mouthed.

Lewis tugged his ear and pointed to the door, indicating that Fellows was listening.

“Really?” I said without sound.

He nodded.

A quiver attacked my belly. Fuck, what a nightmare situation. Seconds ago I thought all my birthdays and Christmases were about to come at once, now, if things went wrong I would have the whole nation after my blood. I spotted the toweling robe I’d discarded earlier in the day and pulled it on. Realized that I was still wearing my stilettos and looked ridiculous. Toed them off.

Lewis looked back through the spy hole then turned to me again. “He’s gone.”

“Thank goodness for that,” I said, my voice still low.

He rolled his eyes. “Shit, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” I turned down the music and set the remote control on the table. When I looked up he was next to me.

“I have to go.” He frowned. “Fuck, I don’t want to, but I can’t afford for the shit to hit the fan this week.”

“Of course, I understand. But what will you do?”

“I dunno. I suppose I’ll go find him and tell him I was in the bathroom when he knocked on my door.”

Disappointment deflated me like a torn balloon. “Yeah, that should cover your tracks.” I couldn’t control a shaky sigh.

“Believe me, this is a more painful decision for me than it is for you.” He shoved a hand down his pants and adjusted himself. His face contorted in discomfort and he gritted his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” I managed.

“What for?” He removed his hands and rested them on my shoulders. His face semi-relaxed.

“For causing you pain.”

“It was a sweeter-than-sweet pain a few minutes ago and I was thoroughly looking forward to some serious healing with you. But…”

He touched the tip of his nose onto mine.

“But what?” I asked.

“But keep those sexy thoughts alive, honey, because if you know anything about me, you’ll know that I always get the results I set out to achieve.”

He kissed me, once, hard, and then he was gone and I was left looking at the door again.

I was perfectly still but my body was a mass of unsatisfied urges, my blood set to boiling point. If I was going to avoid spontaneously combusting there was only one thing for it.

Big Ben.

Hastily I attached the door chain, dimmed the lights and rummaged in my case for my vibrator. I flicked the switch. Nothing. Damn. Then I remembered I’d removed the batteries to avoid any more sudden outbursts from him at inopportune moments.

After a quick search, I found the batteries and slipped them in. I sighed. It would have to do. Not as good as a real cock and nowhere near as fine as Lewis Tate’s but still, it was all I had if I wanted to remove even an ounce of my frustration.

I shoved my knickers off and dropped onto the bed, my back melting into the pile of plush pillows and the robe flinging open wantonly. I drew up my knees and coated Big Ben’s smooth head with my juices, skimming him up and down my labia and tickling around my entrance. I was so turned on, so ready for penetration. The scent of my arousal was musky and my clit buzzed with anticipation. I squeezed my eyes shut, pictured Lewis hovering over me, naked, sweaty, and wearing that damn determined expression that made me so hot.

I rammed Big Ben into my pussy. Biting my lip, I curled forward. A sudden filling always gave me a delicious feeling of fullness that bordered on pain. Erotic pain. It was a heavenly moment and one I always wished would linger longer. It never did.

Without giving my pussy time to adjust to Big Ben’s invasion, I flicked the switch to bring him to life. “Oh, yes,” I gasped, tearing open my eyes and seeing his little blue ears hovering over my clit. Deep inside, he was rotating his hard beads over my G-spot with devastating accuracy.

I pulled him out a little, smoothed him back in, teasing myself. But who was I kidding? I needed to climax like I needed to take my next breath. There was no two ways about it.

My clit was peeking out now, shiny and pale, and I settled Big Ben’s ears around it. Heavenly vibrations scorched through me. I dropped back and pressed my palm over my clit, holding the ears firm and where I needed them most. My whole body jerked, inside and out. Brilliant lights burst behind my eyelids and the sound of my pulse in my ears deafened me.

I thrust my hips upward for more, clenched my internal muscles around the solid length of silicone shafting in and out, whirring and droning. An orgasm was racing toward me, growing and blooming, preparing to ravage my body.

Lewis’ name was on my lips. His face filled my mind. I imagined his sex-sweat mixing with mine. How would we smell together, how we would sound? Wild and animalistic, desperate in our search for satisfaction. Our kisses frantic, our bodies as one.

It was hard to contain a sob of disappointment that we weren’t fucking for real and as I teetered on the edge of orgasm I panted his name. “Lewis, Lewis, oh yes, ah, ah, ah…” I was flung into a million different directions. Neurons and nerves took on a life of their own as my brain sparkled and my pussy went into a sequence of powerful contractions, hugging and squeezing the shaft and sending shockwaves of bliss to every corner of my body.

Hurriedly I turned off the vibrator and lifted the wickedly exuberant ears from my clit. The stimulation was too intense now that I’d come. I couldn’t cope.