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swollen from his kisses and slightly parted. He lay on his side, resting his head on one elbow and watching the rise and fall of her small, perfect breasts, as he tried to work out just why she moved him so.
    Some small part of his mind nagged that he should be keeping his distance, that he couldn’t afford to let down his guard with this woman; she was after something and for his own safety he needed to find out what that was. But he couldn’t forget the feel of her as she came beneath him. From the shocked expression on her face, he knew no man had given her pleasure before. He also knew that fact shouldn’t matter, but it did—it filled him with an almost primordial satisfaction.
    He couldn’t remember anything as erotic as the way her eyes had eaten him up as he stripped for her. Her expression alone had turned him on so much he’d almost exploded right there. Their lovemaking had hardly been gentle, but she had been with him every step of the way. And at the memory of her coming apart for him, the blood shot to his groin. He was already hot and hard again, and he reached across for another condom. His movement must have disturbed her, because she rolled onto her side, still sleeping. He shifted so he lay behind her, curving his body against her back, wrapping one arm around her, and pulling her closer so her small, tight ass pushed against his groin. His cock nudged the cleft in her buttocks and he had to breathe deeply to get control. This time, he meant to take it slowly, draw out her pleasure, drive any devious thoughts from her mind, so when she thought of him all she would remember was this.
    Cupping one breast, he rubbed his palm over her nipple. It stiffened under his touch and he knew she was awake. He breathed against her skin, kissed the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder. A quiver ran through her as his hand drifted down over her satin smoothness of her belly, to the sweet curve of her hips. He curled a hand around one slender thigh, raising her leg so he could slip his fingers between the drenched folds of her sex. As he eased into her from behind, a small sigh escaped her throat—he was lodged deep inside her, her slick muscles surrounding his shaft.
    One arm held her still, his palm on her breast, fingers toying with her taut nipple, the other teased the swollen flesh between her thighs, rubbing and massaging, feeling her hovering on the edge and backing off until she was shivering in his arms. And all the while, he filled her with slow, controlled strokes, until his own orgasm tightened his balls, tugged at his mind, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. Taking her clit gently between his finger and thumb, he squeezed lightly until she came with a small scream, her internal muscles clenching him tight, so his own release washed through him, and pleasure flooded his cock, his balls, and raced up his spine.
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    Luc awoke relaxed and satiated, his whole body filled with a delicious sensation of well-being. It didn’t last for long. He reached for Lia and found her gone. A wave of loss washed over him—already he missed her. Then he remembered who she was, and he swore softly. Dragging himself up, he glanced at the clock by the bed—it was after midnight.
    When was the last time he had fallen asleep with a woman? And why the hell did he have to choose this one?
    He got out of bed and stretched; his body felt good, even if his mind was raging, hunting for a reason she would have crept out in the middle of the night, a reason other than that she was up to no good. He didn’t want to accept that could be the case. How had she gotten beneath his skin so fast and so deep?
    After pulling on a pair of black, loose linen trousers, he padded barefoot through the sitting room and into the office. There was no sign of Lia, not that he expected one. He knew she was long gone.
    Picking up the phone from the desk, he rang the security guard at the gate. “Carl, the woman I came in with, what