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cheekbones and strong jaw that made every woman look twice. His eyes were dark and almost unreadable. Frighteningly so. I hesitated by the door until he beckoned me over. He reached out to touch my face. I stepped towards him, looking into his black eyes for an answer. He closed them as though to shut me out, but at the same time he started to kiss me.
    The kiss quickly became passionate. We were so hungry for each other – starved for love after our time apart – that now our appetites had been aroused again, there could be no holding back. As he probed my mouth with his tongue, Steven’s hands roamed the curves of my body. I did not protest as his hands moved beneath my clothes. Within moments I was helping him to unfasten the buttons on the back of my dress. As I lifted my arms to pull the dress off over my head, he was already kissing my gently rounded stomach. His tongue traced the edge of my black silk knickers. His fingers sought out the clasp of the lace-trimmed bra that flattered my bosom so well. He’d picked it out for exactly that reason. I remembered how proud and excited I’d been when he told me how he’d gone into Agent Provocateur and got hard while he chose those scraps of lingerie and imagined how I would look in them. Now he changed his mind about letting my breasts free and instead pushed the lace cups down so that my nipples spilled over the top. He’d told me before that sometimes he liked to see me half-dressed. He found it erotic to imagine me caught out and fucked quickly with no ceremony.
    While Steven devoured my breasts with kisses, I worked at getting him out of his own clothes. I was desperate to feel his bare skin upon mine. When he was naked and I was in nothing but my bra, he pushed me down onto the bed. I pressed my body against his, luxuriating in the feel of his brown skin against my belly and my thighs. I breathed in his warm scent. He murmured words of love in my ear. Steven filled all of my senses.
    He kissed me again, while his fingers tiptoed down to the place where my legs came together. He found my clitoris and stroked it carefully. I moved my pelvis to meet his hand, willing his fingers to stray inside. I knew I was already wet. Steven smiled broadly when he felt it too. He kept his eyes fixed on mine as he dropped his head to my breast and bit down hard upon my nipple. The shot of pain made it all the more delicious when he soothed it away with his tongue. All the while, he finger-fucked me, lubricating my swollen clit with my own love juice.
    When the teasing of Steven’s fingers became too much to bear, I begged him to enter me. I knew he was ready. I could already feel his penis pressing hard against my thigh. All I wanted now was to have him inside me properly. Filling me. I wriggled my hand down between our warm bodies and sought out his familiar erection.
    I guided Steven towards my longing vagina. Our eyes remained locked as he gently pushed into me and began to move carefully and slowly. With each stroke I felt myself opening up to him, pulling him deeper. He never took his eyes off mine, as though our minds were making love as well as our bodies. I abandoned myself to the sensations he aroused in me, feeling an orgasm build inside me like the unfurling of a flower towards the sun. As Steven came, he begged me to hold him more tightly. He called out my name. I called out his in reply. In ecstasy. And in love.
    But calling out Steven’s name woke me from my dream. I sat up in bed and pulled the covers closer around me.
    ‘Way too much wine,’ was what I told myself. I lay back on my pillow again and put a cold hand to my forehead.
    The monkeys on the bedposts seemed to be laughing. They looked at me in definite amusement. I wondered who had slept under their watchful gaze before.

Chapter 7
    Tuesday morning. The day of my first appointment at the Donato family library. I was awake early; I had yet to get used to the bells and how surprisingly noisy this city of