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a shame.” He said staring into her
glassy eyes. A masculine chuckle left his lips when he realized the
effect he had on her.
    “We need to umm, go.” She said looking
anywhere but him. She didn’t even remember her last thought. God,
she was such a slut. Every time he put those glorious hands on her,
any sanity she had abandoned ship. It really wasn’t fair.
     
     
     
    Matt watched the little angel, as a blush as
furious as the red sea swept through her body. He liked getting
such reactions from her.
     
     
    “You are right. I handle your bags.” He said
glancing around her place. She was well established and it showed
in the area she lived in to the furnishings of her apartment.
Christina was glad to be out of her condo, she was feeling a bit
crowded, especially with Matt towering over her. She entered into
the lobby area with Matt in towed and flushed as everyone stopped
what they were doing to watch them. Why were they looking over
here? It had to be Matt, he exuded confidence and power. Women must
be throwing themselves at him—and she was currently one of them.
Her shoulders sagged at that last thought. She followed him out of
the lobby. Coming to a halt at the luxurious limo that awaited
them, she watched as the driver took the bags from Matt and placed
them in the trunk. She quickly entered the vehicle when Matt
gestured for her.
     
     
     
    Getting in, she slid over its leather seats.
She looked around. Once Matt was situated he turned those
devastating eyes her way. She was not going to make it. She got hot
just looking at him. She looked towards the driver and there was a
dark tinted window blocking her from seeing him.
     
     
     
    “For privacy purposes,” he said having a
glass of champagne. She watched him, wasn’t it a little too early
for drinking? They were on vacation so there was no harm. She took
the glass that he offered her and sipped tentatively. When she sat
it down, she noticed that he watched every move she made. The
sexual tension could be cut with a knife. She pressed her legs
together, and looked down. What was she going to do?
    “Christina,” he said. She looked up when he
called her name. He trailed a forefinger down her lips and back up
again before sticking it in her mouth.
    “Suck it,” he demanded. He really didn’t
leave her a choice as the finger was already lodged in her mouth.
She found that it turned her on all the more. Swirling her tongue
around the finger, she nipped the tip. When she heard him groaned,
she felt empowered. She made a promise that she would be more
spontaneous, and she was so far out of her comfort zone she didn’t
know whether or not it still exist. Whenever this hunk of a man was
involved, she simply lost her marbles and did his bidding, that
couldn’t be good.
     
     
     
    Matt couldn’t believe his luck. His angel
was the devil in disguised. They weren’t going to make it to the
cabinet at this rate. He’d never been so demanding with a woman
before. He wanted to drag his hands through her hair. She always
had it pinned up. He wondered if it was long and luscious. He
pulled his finger from her mouth. His gaze grew hot when he saw the
pink delicate tongue shoot out of her mouth to lick her lips. If
she wanted her lips licked, he would gladly lick them for her. He
leant over with every intention of being nefarious when the limo
came to a halt. Damn it! They’d already reached their destination.
Damn. Well, there was always the jet.
     
     
     
    Christina’s heart practically stopped in her
chest, when she saw the smiled that stretched across Matt’s face.
God, he was gorgeous. Getting out of the limo, she was escorted to
the smallest plane she’d ever seen. Putting one and two together
she realized that it was a private jet. Looking at the man beside
her she wondered; who was he? She hit herself in the forehead with
her palm realizing that she knew next to nothing about him.
Sometimes she could be so obtuse. Once seated on the