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wide open as he went back for a deeper taste, his lips and tongue and teeth devouring me as if I were the only tangible thing in his universe.

      My hips began to undulate, the whole body hooked into his savouring with an undeniable rhythm born of my hunger.

      ‘Fucking hell, woman, you had to be so damned responsive, didn’t you?’

      My answer was an incoherent groan. His thumbs parted me wider, held me firmly apart as he zeroed in on my clit, his tongue working me with fevered flicks designed to incite pure insanity.

      From behind closed lids, I felt my orgasm approach, bearing down on me like a freight train. Just before it crashed on me, he withdrew, dropped kisses lower, then shamelessly lapped at the wanton wetness he’d drawn from me.

      ‘Gideon, please.’ My fingers locked in his hair, attempting to redirect him to where I needed him most.

      He didn’t answer, nor did he comply with my request.

      I dragged myself onto one elbow, watched him lazily lapping me up, then brazenly French kiss my pussy.

      ‘Please. I need it.’

      His nostrils flared, as if he’d been waiting for that desperate admission. ‘Not yet,’ he replied, his voice thick with arousal. ‘I want this to last just a little bit longer.’

      There was an odd edge to his voice that drew an inner frown. I was too far gone to decipher it, so I resigned myself to letting him use and torment me, my cries growing louder the closer he pushed me to the pinnacle.

      When it all got too much to bear, I collapsed back onto the table, threw my legs even wider open and I shamelessly rubbed my pussy against his kiss.

      Whether he chose in that moment to grant me mercy or he was also at the breaking point, I would never know. Two fingers slid deep inside me, mouth latched on to my clit, and the dual pleasures quickly tossed me over the edge.

      A breath-stealing climax crashed over me, bringing every forgotten erogenous zone in my body into vivid life and reminding me of how badly I’d neglected my needs. And even as I was coming harder than I’d ever come in my life, I still wanted more, wanted it to last for ever.

      ‘Don’t stop, Gideon. Please don’t stop!’

      His groan was a harsh rumble, sending my feminine senses singing at the thought that he was also enjoying himself despite being the one delivering all the pleasure.

      Eventually the pressure became too much, my body oversensitised beyond imagination. When I whimpered, Gideon relented, softening his touch and kisses, letting me slowly drift back down.

      His fingers were still buried inside me, his breaths washing over my heated core when I dragged myself up onto my elbows. The sight of him, fully dressed in his tux complete with bow tie while I was virtually naked, should’ve embarrassed me. All I could think of was how incredible he’d made me feel. How soon I wanted to experience it all over again.

      My gaze dropped to the impressive bulge between his legs, my body snapping desperate signals. My craving intensified, dragging me up to the edge of the table again, my hands travelling up to circle his neck.

      He let me pull him down, let my hungry lips seal his in a kiss aimed to project my renewed hunger. Maybe it was tasting myself on his lips that made me bolder or the fact that he just couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me.

      I trailed a hand down his six-pack to grip his cock. At his tortured groan, I drew back a fraction.

      ‘Fuck me, Gideon,’ I whispered against his mouth.

      He tensed, then muttered a curse against my lips.

      I stroked him harder.

      Dear God, he was big. I went to town, testing his girth, dreaming of everything that awaited me.

      Gideon pumped once within my hold, setting my blood alight once more.

      ‘I need you.’ I wasn’t ashamed to beg.

      But I was ashamed when he froze. Then cursed again.

      Okay. Not what I’d expected. Maybe I hadn’t been clear. ‘I want you to fuck me, Gideon. Right here.’

      ‘No. Leonora, dammit. Stop.’ It was a command. Ravaged and harsh and reluctant. But an order nonetheless. With a pulse of self-loathing anger behind the words that threw cold water over me.

      Had I read him wrong? Was this insane hunger only one-sided? Hell, no, it wasn’t. I literally had the evidence in my hand.

      But he wrenched himself from my grasp, and with quick strides, he put the width of the room between us.

      I watched, stunned, as he dragged his fingers through his hair, shoulders rigid as he stared out of the window. Tense minutes passed. We remained locked in place, my senses crackling like fireworks as I tried to understand what had just happened.

      Like waves crashing against rocks, it hit me that our little fooling around was over. Hastily, I righted my dress before snatching up my panties. The last thing I wanted was for him to turn around and see me skip hopping into my knickers so I stuffed them in my clutch.

      When he faced me, his features were drawn tight, his jaw locked in tight control.

      Before he could speak, I raised my chin. ‘I’m not sure exactly what’s going on here but I’m not going to apologise for anything.’

      ‘Nor do I want you to.’ His tone was terse.

      ‘Good, because I could’ve sworn we were both into it,’ I blurted before I could stop myself.

      Again he dragged his fingers through his hair, then shoved both fists in his pockets. He rocked back and forth on his heels, his gaze dropping to his feet for a moment before he started towards the door. ‘I gave you what you wanted, Leonora. But I can’t give you more.’

      Can’t or won’t? The question trembled on my lips, all the reasons why he was denying me flying like crazed bats around my head. I’d sensed his reluctance all along but being rejected still hurt. Not on the scale of my fiancé running off with another woman, but still...

      ‘Come on, I’ll take you home.’

      ‘No, you won’t. I came here on my own and am perfectly capable of seeing myself home.’

      ‘You’ve had more than a couple of drinks.’

      ‘What’s it to you?’ The bewilderment I’d caught in his face moments ago now pulsed through my own voice and I was more than a little irritated with myself for it. This was supposed to be a one-time hook-up. The fact that he was calling a halt to it should’ve pleased me. Yet I couldn’t contain my sense of loss.

      ‘It’s simple, Leonora,’ he drawled. ‘I’m not letting you get behind the wheel of a car when you’ve had a drink.’

      ‘I wasn’t planning to. I’ve got a perfectly good car service on speed dial.’

      Impatience twitched across his face. ‘Since we’re both heading in the same direction, why bother?’

      ‘Don’t you have a client to entertain?’

      ‘Vadim can take care of himself. I’m not his babysitter.’

      ‘That still doesn’t mean I’m willing to go anywhere with you.’ Especially not after that rejection.

      ‘Not even after seeing to that incredible pussy of yours and making you scream my name?’

      I couldn’t stop from blushing like a hormonal teenager, but I could glare at him and I used the full force of my befuddled anger. ‘That was enjoyable enough, sure. What’s happening right now isn’t, though. Is playing hot and cold your thing, then?’

      He muttered something under his breath I didn’t quite catch, then he advanced towards me, his eyes roving up and down my body as if he couldn’t get enough of watching me. Which was even more puzzling.

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