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then injected Roman’s shot. Less than ten seconds; she was getting better at this. To be fair, she’d had a lot of practice.
    Soft, ambient music filled the room. She smiled and handed him his drink. Roman took it, holding it to his lips for a second before he smiled and set it down without drinking it. Her heart jumped into her mouth. If he didn’t drink it, she would have to do this the old-fashioned way, the way women had been putting men to sleep since the dawn of time, by letting him pound away on top of her until they exhausted themselves and slipped into the unconsciousness of sleep.
    She would have to be the Delilah to his Samson. The prospect sent a thrill of exhilaration surging through her. Anticipation and the challenge made her wet, not his hard body. Her mouth watered from fear, not a desire to taste him.
    Georgina reached up and touched the raised scarred skin on his face; she couldn’t resist it any longer. She had to know what he felt like. She took in a sharp breath. So smooth. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the disfigured skin of his neck; her tongue traced the intricate pattern of scars, every tiny rise and fall, knot and plane of flesh. His clean scent and proximity overwhelmed her. He had not even touched her, and it was already too much. What would his weight feel like on top on her? She had to know. Her hands went to his tie, tugging at the satin material, tossing it to the floor.
    Her fingers pulled at his buttons. He stopped her by closing his large hand over hers. “We have all night.”
    They didn’t. There was a frenetic energy building in her. She needed this to happen, wanted him just once, to feel him fill her and move inside her. It was curiosity. That was it. She wanted to know the pleasure a body this big could bring. She had passed the critical point of desire. They would be having sex tonight even if this wasn’t part of her job. She wanted him, ugly, scarred, and frightening. It had been a long time since she’d had sex and even longer since she’d wanted it.
    Roman pulled back and picked up the shots. He handed her the glass. “To health,” he toasted as their glasses clanked together again. The corner of his mouth curled into a grin.
    She downed the rest. She didn’t need to stall. And she didn’t need the aid of Dutch courage, but she drank the vodka anyway because he offered it to her. She would be taking anything he offered tonight.
    Roman tossed his head back and downed his. Disappointment tugged at her. There was a possibility he would pass out before they had sex. That knowledge galvanized her. She would feel him and taste him before that happened. God, it was insane. She shouldn’t want him, but she did. Just once she wanted to feel those hands on her holding her down as he thrust into her.
    Georgina swallowed hard. She needed to make it happen, fast. Just once. She would allow this insanity just once. Tomorrow she would explain the attraction away and carry on with this as another job. She pulled frantically at the buttons on his shirt. Her fingers would not move fast enough. Damn it. She pulled harder. One by one the buttons flew off.
    She unbuttoned his trousers. His cock sprang free, long and hard, ready. Like everything about him, it was large. Without thinking, she reached out to stroke it, needing to feel him. She wanted him everywhere, in her hands, in her mouth, deep in her throat, and between her thighs, pounding into her.
    Her head was foggy. Her movements slowed. She had to concentrate on each movement to make her muscles comply. She’d had too much to drink. She wasn’t used to vodka. She should have refused the last drink…the last several drinks. No, she was fine. She reached behind her back and pulled down on the zipper of her dress. She needed to feel her bare skin on his. Her dress dropped to the floor. She didn’t need a bra because her breasts were small, and she’d chosen to wear no panties because it would ruin the line of her dress,