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elevator doors opened and, instead of a hallway filled with different doors, she found herself stepping into an opulently decorated foyer. The elevator was obviously a private one that led directly to what appeared to be the penthouse of the building. Electra was struck by the view of London laid out in front of her through the floor to ceiling windows.
    She was still standing there, looking stunned and feeling extremely nervous when a deep voice chuckled. “I know the view is nice, but I didn"t know it would stun people to immobility. At least, it never has before,” he explained and moved forward, reaching out to lift her hand to his mouth. She shivered again when his mouth touched her fingers. But that was nothing compared to the feeling of desire that sparked through her body when he turned her hand over and kissed the soft side of her wrist, his knowing eyes taking in the frantic beat of her heart against her skin. “It is hard to believe but you look more beautiful than this afternoon,” he said, looking down into her green eyes. Electra neededto take a deep breath but her lungs wouldn"t cooperate. They could only pull in small gasps of air as her eyes adjusted to the lower lighting and the immense power of his presence.
    “That"s an invitation I simply can"t refuse,” he said, referring to her slightly open mouth. He bent down and gently caressed her lips with his. It was only a brief kiss but since it was Electra"s first, she could not contain the surprise in her eyes or the shiver of amazement at how wonderful the feeling was.
    Breathing in a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes still closed, she whispered, “Would you please do that again?”
    She heard the “With pleasure,” response but couldn"t think beyond his mouth, his lips, the feel of muscles underneath his tailored suit as her fingers touched his chest to steady her swaying body. The feelings were wonderful and intense and unlike anything she could have imagined. The sweet desire coursed through her, leaving her weak and defenseless, aching for more as her body stepped closer to his. When she felt his hard planes against her softer ones, she couldn"t stop the sigh of pleasure that escaped her mouth only to be captured by his own as he covered her mouth once again, this time with more feeling, more passion, his tongue invading, demanding that her own mate with his as his hands slid down her back, pulling her hips so they were flush with his own.
    Electra gasped when she felt his erection against her stomach but it only took her a moment of fear before the desire intensified. Her hand slid up the wool of his suit to dive into the silk of his hair, her fingers touching his hair, his neck, his ears, anything that she could, needing to feel more of him.
    Finally, he pulled his head away and Electra almost cried out at the absence of his lips on hers. Her eyes looked up to his, questioning why he had stopped something that seemed to be absolutely perfect.
    His chuckle was like a bucket of cold water on her rampaging desire but his words soothed her worried mind. “That"s the best greeting I"ve had all day.” He stepped back and took her hand in his, guiding her into thepenthouse. “How was your afternoon?” he asked, leading her out onto the terrace that was covered with trees and flowers in both pots and seeming to be planted in the ground. Looking around, the terrace looked like a regular garden. If it weren"t for the lights of London twinkling down beneath them, one would never know that they were more than fifty stories above the street.
    “My afternoon was exciting but only because I was waiting for your call. Thanks for breaking through the mundane,” she smiled up at him.
     
    “Did you fix your meeting?” he asked.
    Electra grimaced. “No. But I"ll get it straightened out soon enough,” she said, her voice determined and emphatic.
“What was the meeting about?” he asked as he led her through the subtly lit trees and shrubs of the roof