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yes. Yes, yes, yes. How long had it been since I’d last tasted chocolate? And this was good chocolate.
    I opened my eyes and he was watching me—watching me the way a starving man might watch a roast chicken. I swallowed and reached for my wine, but he caught my wrist and set the glass aside and then his mouth was on mine, hot and sweet from the wine. His kiss was demanding and thorough—intense, like everything else about him. He pressed me back onto the cushions, pinning me with the solid press of his body as he plundered and explored my mouth. I was breathless by the time he pulled away.
    I sat up feeling dazed. He handed my wineglass back.
    “I had to know what you tasted like,” he murmured. “Delicious.”
    I finished the wine in one long gulp and plunked the glass down. “Now it’s my turn.” I licked my lips. “I want to know what you taste like.”
    “But you just—”
    I leaned down and stroked my tongue across one of his tawny nipples. I gave it a light suck before moving to the other one and doing the same. I pushed him backward, so I’d have easier access, as I licked my way down—moving from his chest, to the rippled planes of his stomach and lower. By the time I reached the waistline of his trousers, the tent city had added a new member. I grasped the hem of his pants and pulled down enough for his erection to spring free.
    I frowned and bit my lip.
    “What?”
    “I might have bitten off more than I can chew.”
    “ Please .” He gave me pained look. “No biting. And no chewing.”
    We shared a grin and then I leaned down. His breath caught as I slid my mouth along his shaft, licking a leisurely path from base to tip. I swirled my tongue over the crown and stroked back down, then came up and did it again. I made eye contact as I took him into my mouth and slowly eased him down my throat. It was a struggle to fit him. I came up for air and tried again. His hand tightened in my hair, slowing me, guiding me. I relaxed my throat and took him all the way.
    He sucked in a breath. “Good girl.” I came up and went back down. “Oh, yes. Just like that.” He cradled my head in his hands, keeping me moving in a steady rhythm, bringing me down as his hips came up to meet me. His breathing began to falter. “Enough. I’m going to come.”
    I pulled back enough to speak. “Don’t you want to come?”
    “Not in your mouth.”
    Amir lifted me up and tore the robe off so fast I squeaked in surprise and my heart pounded in response to the spike of adrenaline. He lay me back and spread my thighs, easing himself down on top of me. I arched my back, groaning as he entered me. He held himself up on his arms, watching my face as he eased out and plunged in again—each stroke, slow and deliberate. He put his hand between us, caressing me in time to his relentless thrusting.
    “Oh, god, yes,” I panted. “Please. Don’t stop.” I reached above my head and grabbed on to the arm of the sofa, hips jerking, arms and legs tensing, as my body strained towards the oncoming climax. It washed over me in hot wave of bone-melting, wit-scattering bliss. Above me, Amir’s rhythm faltered. He drove in fast, deep and hard—and then came, growling against my shoulder. He pulled out and sat on the other end of the sofa with his back against the armrest, just staring at me while we both caught our breath.
    “That wasn’t part of the plan,” he said at last.
    “Fuck the plan. That was amazing .”
    He laughed and shook his head. “Sex is like a multi-course meal. If you gorge on appetizers you can’t fully appreciate the main course.”
    “Maybe that’s true.” I shrugged, reaching out to dip my finger in the little bowl of whipping cream. He watched me slowly suck it clean and then I gave him a wink. “But there’s always room for dessert.”
     
     

 
    Chapter Eight
    Trouble in Paradise
     
    I WOKE WITH a smile on my face—bathed in sunlight and surrounded by silk. Someone had pulled aside the outer