infinitely less disciplined than he, Kate slid her fingers through his silky hair and with a low, throaty groan, wholeheartedly gave herself up to the ravishing, unequivocal pleasure. To the delight, contentment and seething lust that was all wrapped up in one vital, indispensable man.
Then Dominic slipped two fingers deep inside her, found her precious nerve centre, measured it with his fingertips with such delicacy she thought she would surely expire with bliss. But he made it even better like he always did, fiercely better, flame hot, sensationally better.
Until finally, desperate for release, she climaxed with a wild, frenzied cry.
CHAPTER 7
When they reached the trading station, Dominic helped Kate on with her clothes, escorted her into the main house and came to a halt in the entrance hall. ‘Tan will show you to the conservatory,’ he said with a glance at the young man who’d opened the door for them. ‘Give me a minute to clear up a few things.’
She gave him a spiking glance, tinged with suspicion. ‘I hope that doesn’t mean you have to hustle some woman out of your bedroom,’ she said under her breath, not as cavalier as Dominic when it came to staff who were close enough to hear.
‘Ye of little faith,’ he said with a full-out smile. ‘It’s business.’ And he’d deliberately not had her escorted to his bedroom as a matter of courtesy. Tact and conciliation – that was his plan.
‘Don’t keep me waiting too long.’
Whether it was a threat or a plea, he understood the message. ‘Literally, two minutes.’ He brushed her cheek with a kiss. ‘Don’t get too comfortable.’
But of course it wasn’t two minutes. It was closer to fifteen minutes by the time Dominic had seen that his security understood the newest mafia threat in the city and he was assured that the trading station was securely locked down. Tan’s relatives would be summoned as well. His family came from a warrior culture slightly tamed by modern legalities, but not entirely pacified.
When he walked into the conservatory – home to a superb collection of orchids – he glanced at the coffee service on the table and the cup in Kate’s hand and grinned. ‘Coffee? Am I expected to be up all night?’
‘You are.’ She gave him a happy smile buttressed by her recent orgasm and some delicious chocolate petit fours. ‘Otherwise, I’d be wasting my time.’
‘We certainly wouldn’t want that,’ he said, taking a seat opposite her, stretching his legs out, making himself comfortable on the cushioned rattan chair.
She pointed at the silver pot. ‘Coffee?’
‘I’m good, thanks. My adrenalin is pumping big time.’
‘How nice for me,’ she murmured, setting her cup down.
‘And me. Now all you have to do is tell me what you want. I’m going to be real careful not to cross any red lines tonight so the agenda’s entirely up to you.’
‘Well, first I want to come again. I don’t care how.’
His lashes lowered infinitesimally. ‘You’d better watch your choice of words, Katherine.’
‘How about the usual then.’
A flicker of a smile. ‘Your usual or mine?’
‘I’ll take potluck.’
His smile broadened. ‘Here, I’m trying to be a good boy and you’re breaking the game wide open. You sure?’
‘With that look, probably not.’
An extravagant shrug. ‘So we’re back at square one.’
‘Not necessarily,’ she said, a teasing light in her eyes.
He exhaled softly. ‘Now you’re just fucking with me.’
‘You’re better at this than I am. If you’re doing something I don’t like, I’ll just say no.’ She drew in a small breath. ‘That’s probably not going to happen.’
The raw need in her voice was like a drug to an addict, the elixir that stole through his senses and made him feel as though, for this moment in time, the world was perfect. ‘Why don’t we begin with something simple,’ he murmured, ‘and we’ll go on from there. Open your blouse for me.’ She was
Then Dominic slipped two fingers deep inside her, found her precious nerve centre, measured it with his fingertips with such delicacy she thought she would surely expire with bliss. But he made it even better like he always did, fiercely better, flame hot, sensationally better.
Until finally, desperate for release, she climaxed with a wild, frenzied cry.
CHAPTER 7
When they reached the trading station, Dominic helped Kate on with her clothes, escorted her into the main house and came to a halt in the entrance hall. ‘Tan will show you to the conservatory,’ he said with a glance at the young man who’d opened the door for them. ‘Give me a minute to clear up a few things.’
She gave him a spiking glance, tinged with suspicion. ‘I hope that doesn’t mean you have to hustle some woman out of your bedroom,’ she said under her breath, not as cavalier as Dominic when it came to staff who were close enough to hear.
‘Ye of little faith,’ he said with a full-out smile. ‘It’s business.’ And he’d deliberately not had her escorted to his bedroom as a matter of courtesy. Tact and conciliation – that was his plan.
‘Don’t keep me waiting too long.’
Whether it was a threat or a plea, he understood the message. ‘Literally, two minutes.’ He brushed her cheek with a kiss. ‘Don’t get too comfortable.’
But of course it wasn’t two minutes. It was closer to fifteen minutes by the time Dominic had seen that his security understood the newest mafia threat in the city and he was assured that the trading station was securely locked down. Tan’s relatives would be summoned as well. His family came from a warrior culture slightly tamed by modern legalities, but not entirely pacified.
When he walked into the conservatory – home to a superb collection of orchids – he glanced at the coffee service on the table and the cup in Kate’s hand and grinned. ‘Coffee? Am I expected to be up all night?’
‘You are.’ She gave him a happy smile buttressed by her recent orgasm and some delicious chocolate petit fours. ‘Otherwise, I’d be wasting my time.’
‘We certainly wouldn’t want that,’ he said, taking a seat opposite her, stretching his legs out, making himself comfortable on the cushioned rattan chair.
She pointed at the silver pot. ‘Coffee?’
‘I’m good, thanks. My adrenalin is pumping big time.’
‘How nice for me,’ she murmured, setting her cup down.
‘And me. Now all you have to do is tell me what you want. I’m going to be real careful not to cross any red lines tonight so the agenda’s entirely up to you.’
‘Well, first I want to come again. I don’t care how.’
His lashes lowered infinitesimally. ‘You’d better watch your choice of words, Katherine.’
‘How about the usual then.’
A flicker of a smile. ‘Your usual or mine?’
‘I’ll take potluck.’
His smile broadened. ‘Here, I’m trying to be a good boy and you’re breaking the game wide open. You sure?’
‘With that look, probably not.’
An extravagant shrug. ‘So we’re back at square one.’
‘Not necessarily,’ she said, a teasing light in her eyes.
He exhaled softly. ‘Now you’re just fucking with me.’
‘You’re better at this than I am. If you’re doing something I don’t like, I’ll just say no.’ She drew in a small breath. ‘That’s probably not going to happen.’
The raw need in her voice was like a drug to an addict, the elixir that stole through his senses and made him feel as though, for this moment in time, the world was perfect. ‘Why don’t we begin with something simple,’ he murmured, ‘and we’ll go on from there. Open your blouse for me.’ She was
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