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through a door at the back of the office into a sitting room and through another door, into a huge bedroom dominated by the most enormous bed Lia had ever seen. She stopped short at the sight, and her last coherent thought was Luc had been right—she was, in fact, terribly naïve.
    Then he kissed her again, his hot tongue filling her mouth, and it really didn’t matter.
    After a minute, he raised his head, his brilliant green eyes searching her face. “You want this?”
    Why was he asking now, when it was too late, when she was just about naked, and her breasts ached, and she could feel a warm wetness between her thighs? She nodded, but he must have caught her confusion, because he reached out and stroked the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. He took a step back from her, tugged off his tie, and dropped it to the floor.
    “I get the impression it’s been a while for you,” he said. “You must tell me if you don’t like anything I do.”
    “And if I do like it?”
    His eyes darkened. “Tell me that as well.”
    The air thickened between them, the anticipation building. She swallowed the lump in her throat as he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, dragged it out of his pants. It followed the tie to the floor and Lia stared. He was perfect.
    Broad shoulders, golden skin over the smooth swell of muscle, a lean flat belly, with an arrow of dark hair disappearing into the waistband of his pants. His hand went to his belt and he unbuckled it, then flicked open the button, lowered the zipper. Lia struggled to breathe as heat washed through her. She edged back and sank down onto the bed as her legs threatened to give way. For a second, she clamped her eyes shut tight. When she opened them, he was naked. Her gaze flashed down his body. He was fully erect, his shaft vertical against his lean belly. At the thought of all that masculine power buried inside her, a spasm of pleasure ripped through her. Forcing her eyes upward, she found him watching her, his expression hot and hungry.
    He stalked toward her, nudging open her knees to stand between them. Curling one hand around the back of her neck, he lowered his head and kissed her, gently urging her back until she lay against the mattress.
    His mouth was on her breasts, nipping and sucking at her sensitive nipples, sending darts of exquisite pleasure through her body. Shifting lower, he spread moist, openmouthed kisses across her belly, the jut of her hipbone, dipped the tip of his tongue into her navel. He parted her thighs, so she lay sprawled, open to him, and for a moment, he looked up the length of her body, his gaze catching hers.
    “Remember, tell me…” he said and lowered his face between her thighs.
    The feel of his hot, wet mouth was like nothing she’d ever imagined. He licked long, slow strokes over her flesh, learning the shape of her, pausing to taste, to push inside, then higher to trace lazy circles around her clit until her mind blanked to everything but the pleasure building inside her. Then he sucked the small, engorged bud into his mouth and she came in a rush of pleasure so intense, she almost blacked out.
    His tongue soothed her, then he bit down lightly, and she came again, her back arching from the bed, pushing her against him, drawing out the pleasure.
    She was vaguely aware of him pulling on a condom, coming down over her, and then he was between her thighs, the tip of his cock already nudging at the opening to her body. He filled her with one smooth lunge of his hips. Bracing himself on his elbows, he looked down into her face.
    “Okay?”
    She nodded, unable to utter a word; he was moving inside her, huge and hard, stretching her, slowly at first, then faster as she rose up to meet each thrust. Finally, she closed her eyes, wrapped her legs around his hips, and gave herself up to the savage beauty of his lovemaking.
    …
     
    When Luc got back from the bathroom, she was sleeping, her lashes dark shadows against her pale cheeks, her lips