The Russian's Furious Fiancee

The Russian's Furious Fiancee by Elizabeth Lennox

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adorable as she blushed along those beautiful, porcelain cheeks. “Fine. One hundred thousand dollars.”
    “Five hundred thousand,” she countered, holding her breath to see if he’d take the amount.
    He almost laughed at both the sum, and the telltale giveaways her body was showing him. Even she considered that amount to be high. She was biting her lower lip again and he desperately wanted to take her into his arms and soothe the area she was abusing. He hid his amusement as he countered, “Two hundred thousand and you’re on call whenever I want you and you’ll act as my hostess during the time period.”
    She bit her lip and thought hard, tapping her free hand against her thigh as she frantically worked through a counter offer. “Three hundred thousand and you arrange for our meetings ahead of time with no hostessing responsibilities.”
    He moved in closer, seeing that he was winning the negotiations. “Two fifty and you come when I want you, although I’ll try and arrange the meetings ahead of time but you won’t balk if I need you spur of the moment.” His eyes glanced down at her full, lower lip and her pretty, worried eyes. “And I get to try and convince you of my many sterling traits however I see fit.”
    She knew there was a catch to his offer somehow but her mind couldn’t work quickly enough to figure it out. Plus a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar donation would go a long way towards financing several of the programs that needed help. Did she dare turn down the money? She knew there was nothing he could do or say that would change her mind about him in two weeks.
    “Deal,” she said, but as soon as she said it, she regretted it. There was something in his eyes that made her want to take back the words.
    “Deal,” he replied softly and took her hand, kissing the back of her wrist when she curled her fingers closed. “This starts now.” He pulled his cell phone out of the pocket of his slacks and dialed a number. “Send two hundred and fifty thousand dollars to the Evlin Street Recreation Center, the normal procedures for donations,” he commanded to whoever had answered the phone, then snapped it shut and put it away.
    Without another word, he pulled her into his arms, pressing her against him with one hand on her back while the other hand moved to the back of her head, holding her head in place while his mouth came down over hers. Eva wanted to stop it, but she was stunned by his touch, by the heat slicing through her system and making her quiver with reaction. Before she could even move to resist, the heat invading her bones was melting her muscles, muscles that were no longer able to push him away as her mind anxiously tried to do.
    When she felt his tongue tease her lips, she gasped at the electric shock and he took full advantage of that, moving in and tasting her, his tongue teasing hers to participate. She’d never been kissed like this, feeling so helpless, so overwhelmed. A kiss was supposed to be nice and considerate, something to be savored. Not this crazy kind of lust that assaulted her and caused her body to want to press against his while her hands ached to touch him, to feel his muscles and explore.
    She was usually the one in charge, the one that moved in on her dates and kissed them good night. She started and stopped their kisses. Damon wasn’t following the rules! He wasn’t being considerate!
    Damon could feel the resistance in her body and was determined to make her let go of control. Her hands were gripping his shirt, both pushing him one moment, then pulling him closer the next. He countered her resistance with gentleness, nibbling on her lower lip, sliding his tongue along her mouth and showing her what it would feel like. He felt like a king when he heard the small whimper in the back of her throat and her whole body melted against his, pressing herself closer. The hands that had been fisted on his shirt were now wrapping around his neck, her fingers sliding

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