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said.
    “I get some things,” he said. “Other things elude me.”
    “You poor little rich boy.”
    “From the moment I saw you last night, I have craved you,” he whispered, two fingers replaced by the palm of his hand. His skin against my bare arms, I felt my knees almost buckling as he ran his hands up and down my skin.
    “I am not looking for a relationship,” I said, wondering why I was telling this man what I wanted at all. I was here to shut a door, why did I feel like I’d opened one instead?
    “It doesn’t matter what we are looking for,” he said. “You and I have found each other. Can we just see where that takes us, can we just be.”
    He had moved in so close he leaned his forehead down and placed it against mine. His breath near my face, I felt my legs weaken and the wet heat of desire between my legs. I wanted this man, I wanted to feel him inside me, I wanted to wrap my legs around his hard cock and take him inside.
    “I came here to return the gifts,” I murmured my lips moving closer to his.
    “I believe you, stay with me anyway.”
    “I came here on business.”
    “I want you, stay with me.”
    His voice low and sexy, his hands on my skin, my body ached to respond to him and I wondered why not. Marco wasn’t asking to put a ring on my finger, why didn’t I allow myself this pleasure, this feeling. I hadn’t been touched by a man for weeks, and Dr. Mike had been satisfactory but even our hottest nights hadn’t made me feel the way Marco did with a single touch.
    “Stay with me, Odessa Starr,” Marco whispered his mouth against my ear. “Let go, let go and be with me.”
    “This doesn’t mean anything beyond tonight,” I said, breathless and dizzy with desire. I wanted to step out of my heels and slide off my pencil skirt.
    “Just give me tonight, give us this chance.”
    I looked up at him, our eyes locking. I reached out and stroked his jaw, pressing my body against his. He moaned slightly and I felt him harden beneath my touch.
    “Take me to your bedroom,” I said. “Take me in that four poster bed and fuck me until I scream.”
    In a single move, Marco’s arms were around my waist and he picked me up as if I weighed nothing at all.
    I locked my arms around his neck and he leaned down and kissed me hard. I moaned and held him tighter feeling the heat between my legs grow wet and hot. Holding me, he strode across the marble floor and into his bedroom throwing me onto the cool sheets of his four poster bed.
     
     

My heart raced as my body thrummed with adrenaline and heat; Marco stood above me fully clothed. I lay on the bed in my black skirt and blouse. My eyes never left his face.
    I knew what I wanted, I wanted to be naked, and I wanted to rip off my clothes and wrap my legs around his body sliding his hard cock deep inside. I wanted to hear his low voice in my ear telling me exactly what to do. I spent all day being in charge, making life and death decisions, I wanted to give up some of that control.
    “What do you want?” I whispered, playing with the buttons above my breasts. “You’re in charge Mr. Amador.”
    “Am I?” he said, his eyes locked on mine eyebrows raised.
    “Yes, please Mr. Amador.”
    “Well then, take off your clothes Ms. Starr, slowly,” he said. He took a step away as if signaling to me that he wouldn’t come closer until I was done.
    I started to unbutton my blouse.
    “Wait,” he said, “Don’t move.”
    He placed his hands on my hips and ran his palms along the curve of my body down my legs until they reached my feet. He raised one of my feet into the air and tenderly removed my high heel. Then he repeated the gesture with my other leg. I inhaled and shivered at the feeling of his hands on my hips and thighs. He was so close to the places I wanted him, where I needed him and he knew it. “Now you are ready,” he said, smiling. “Stand up while you undress.”
    “Yes, Mr. Amador,” I said, standing in the center of the bed.
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