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around the crinkled nipples. His cock nestled against her lower back, throbbing in time with her heartbeat, which was easily detectable under his fingertips.
    “You said you didn’t want me.”
    “No. What I said was I wasn’t going to have you, but it looks like I lied.” The voice of conscience in the back of his mind was whispering to him why this was a terrible idea, but he pushed it aside. He’d tried to do the right thing, and she had pushed him. He’d warned her she would regret this, but he couldn’t make himself regret it as it was happening. Someday, she would likely look at him with hate instead of passion in her gaze, but he would deal with that when it happened. Right now, he had to have her, had to make sure she wasn’t going to throw herself away on someone who wouldn’t appreciate her.
    He spun her in his arms, making her gasp at the speed. She tripped and plastered herself against his chest. Patrick cupped her buttocks to lift her and bring her closer. She was completely naked under the robe, which had fallen to the floor in the process of turning her around, baring her sweet pussy completely to his cock as he thrust against her. His pants were an intolerable barrier, but he didn’t want to put her down. It felt good holding her, and not just because of where she nestled against him. “Are you really going through with it?”
    “Of course.” She said it blithely, but he didn’t believe her.
    “You’re a liar. And a manipulator. You sent me that fucking email, didn’t you?”
    She lifted her shoulder, clearly unrepentant. “I thought you might want to make a preliminary bid.”
    With a growl of anger, mixed with intense lust, he strode to her bed and dropped her on it a little less than gently. She landed and bounced, but giggled as she stared up at him.
    She was so gorgeous and amazing spread out before him. The dusky pink coverlet highlighted the creamy perfection of her skin, and she was like a goddess. Or an all-you-can-eat buffet, and he was a starving man.
    Patrick removed his jacket and shirt as quickly as possible, refusing to allow his hands to shake. He was nervous. Unbelievable. He hadn’t been nervous since the first few times he’d had sex as a young man. Something about her reduced him to this state. That didn’t mean he was going to surrender to it or allow it to affect his performance. He was only going to get one shot at this, and he was going to make it great for both of them.
    She was leaning back, supporting herself on her elbows, with her legs spread open.
    As he bent down to shuck off his shoes and socks before tackling his belt and trousers, he got a good look at her creamy slit. Her labia was tight and puffed, allowing only the shyest hint of her clit to show through. His mouth watered at the thought of peeling back her folds to reveal that sweet little bud before he took it into his mouth and ravished it.
    Finally, he was blessedly free of the damned clothes that had constricted him, seeming to resist his every attempt to remove them. Only a few seconds had passed, but it seemed like a lifetime that he had stood there staring at temptation, but not able to reach for it just yet.
    That was the story of his relationship with the beautiful young woman before him. He had met her several times over the years, and it hadn’t been the first night they’d spoken when he went to tell Lauren her father was dead that he’d realized she was a woman.
    That had taken a few days, not occurring until after she had moved in to his house, walking around like a pale, silent ghost. It was only when he would offer a slight hug or brush his hand against hers that she seemed to find any life again. Alarm bells rang in his brain, but he’d ignored them. Until one night, when he couldn’t ignore it anymore.
    She’d sought him out in his study, long past midnight, and she had been unable to sleep. Without thought, Patrick had opened his arms to her, and she’d settled on his lap for