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sticking two fingers inside her, exploring thoroughly all the nooks of pleasure. He sucked harder, pushing faster with his fingers until waves pounded through her body.
    Layla hadn’t come down from her orgasm, her sheath still pulsing and clenching for him, when he repositioned her against the side of the bed.
    She could barely catch her breath. He reached around and found her nipples, squeezing them hard.
    “This isn’t in the script,” she groaned.
    “No,” he panted. “I left out a lot.” He lightly slapped her ass, the tingle coursing along her legs and to her center.
    “Oh!” she yelped in surprise.
    “Is that okay?” His voice sounded dangerous, exciting her more than ever. “Mmmm…again…”
    He spanked her a bit harder and she began to move her derrière in a steady rhythm under his pats and rubs. Layla looked over her shoulder to see his dark grin. He kissed and bit at her neck as he reached down to part her soaked lips. “Still okay?”
    “Oh my God, Kevin, now or I’ll die.”
    “Good girl. That’s very good. Say that again.” His voice hissed in her ear.
    “Damn you.”
    She felt the tip of his cock against her, and then he withdrew slightly, only to follow with a hard push. He repeated the sweet torture…again and again. Finally, he held her hips with both hands and drove hard into her. Layla cried out at the wonderful feel of his size, his heat. He quickly built his rhythm, and she matched it as he stroked in and out and from side to side. They came together in a beautiful, violent storm of release, and then lay on the floor next to the bed until Kevin climbed up and folded Layla into his arms, cradling her, rocking her.
    He gently kissed her neck and whispered into her ear, “That was amazing. You’re amazing. I’ve never done that before. Well, I mean, I’ve done that before, but only after, you know…”
    “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about, Irish. And that was so good, I barely give a damn.” She laughed. “What are you trying to say?”
    “I’ve never had a one-night stand. I mean, with someone I barely know. Never with an employee.”
    Layla squeezed shut her eyelids against the pain his words cut through her heart.
    A one-night stand? Of course, what had she thought?
    Oh, Layla, you idiot !
    “Well, I have. And it’s good fun, eh, Irish? So how about you run along to your room and I’ll get a little shut-eye.”
    “Hmmm?” His hold on her loosened.
    Layla extracted herself from his embrace and moved toward the bathroom. She looked around the door and winked. “See you tomorrow, boss.”
    Kevin nodded and began dressing as she started to close the bathroom door. When she heard him leave the room, she sat on the floor and cried. I’m so not ready for…anything much at all .

 
     
    CHAPTER 4
     
     
    Layla walked to the balcony of their new room and pulled back the curtains to reveal another magical view, this time of a small town. A jumble of red-roofed houses hugged the hillside, giving way to plazas and shops lining the quay, fronting the deep blue sea. An odd small building floated on a tiny island squarely in the middle of the cove. Small fishing boats bobbed in the gentle waves. Layla walked the length of the balcony and looked up to see the towering medieval Venetian fortress that dominated the town. A thousand steps to the top, she recalled. Ugh. Heights . She squeezed her eyes shut to block out the thought. Nafplion. They’d meet Ardros today, work a little magic and be out of Greece in a few days.
    Can we stay here forever, Irish? Can’t we have a million one-night stands ?
    “Nice view.”
    “Hmmm.”
    Layla turned to see Kevin locking his gun in the safe. He eyed her purse and lifted a brow. She nodded. He reached into her bag, took her gun and locked it away, then started to unpack his clothes.
    “Do you like the top or bottom?”
    “Excuse me!”
    “Drawers, Layla. You know; the place where you put clothes?” Kevin