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Or so telling.

      ‘Do you like oral sex?’ he added, his eyes holding hers.

      Laura swallowed. ‘I … I can’t say that I do.’

      Brad hadn’t been into anything but straight sex of the hard and fast kind. Mario, however, had been older and more experienced—or so she’d imagined at the time. He’d also been mad about blow jobs. She’d given him what he wanted because she’d loved him, and had thought he loved her; he’d said it often enough. But she’d never liked doing it.

      ‘Why’s that?’ Ryan said. ‘Most girls love it.’

      ‘Do they?’

      ‘The ones I’ve been with seemed to. Perhaps because I love doing it so much. Would you like me to try to change your mind?’

      Laura finally realised he was talking about performing oral sex on her, not the other way around. Now this was alien territory for her. Brad had never ventured to suggest such a thing, neither had Mario. When she’d brought the subject up once, he’d said it was demeaning for a real man to do that. She’d believed him because she hadn’t liked doing it herself. Now here was a real man claiming he loved it.

      ‘I can see I’ve sparked your curiosity on the subject,’ Ryan said, smiling a smugly satisfied smile. ‘Come on, let’s give it a whirl.’

      ‘A whirl’ was the right word for it. Within seconds he had her back on the bed, his lips creating havoc within her as they traversed her body at the speed of light from her mouth to her breasts, her navel and finally the smooth mound of skin which lay perilously close to her agonisingly aroused sex. She grasped great clumps of sheets in each hand as he came closer and closer to that spot that was screaming for attention. And then he was there, not kissing her, but licking the swollen nub of flesh like a ravenous cat lapping a saucer of cream. Immediately, her back arched from the bed as her body raced blindly towards the edge of the abyss like some crazed lemming.

      Immediately, he stopped, lifting his head so that their eyes could meet. Hers were wide whilst his seemed perversely calm.

      ‘Not so quick, Laura,’ he told her. ‘It’ll be better if you wait a while.’

      ‘But I don’t want to wait!’ she cried out in despair.

      He laughed. ‘But I’m going to make you wait, my darling.’

      ‘I am not your darling,’ she snapped, feeling angry with him, and even more fiercely frustrated than she had in the bath.

      ‘I thought you said you didn’t like oral sex,’ he went on, propping himself up beside her and teasing her breasts mercilessly with wickedly knowing fingers.

      ‘I was referring to fellatio,’ she bit out, trying not to groan. But it was hell, the way he now tugged at one of her nipples. Not roughly, she had to admit. But still …

      ‘Ah,’ he said, the tugging changing to a slow, twisting motion. ‘Well, that is a different matter entirely. But I would imagine a girl of your intelligence would enjoy the sense of power that fellatio would give you. Wouldn’t you like to see me squirm as I’m making you squirm at this moment? Wouldn’t you like to make me lose control? Think of it as the ultimate triumph over me. Because I can promise you this, lovely Laura—I won’t be as cool or as calm as I am at this moment. For those few mad moments, I will be totally yours. Now, isn’t that an appealing thought?’

      Laura stared up at him. God, yes. But it also presented her with a not so appealing thought.

      ‘Is that why you agreed to sleep with me tonight?’ she threw at him. ‘To triumph over me?’

      His fingers stilled on her breast, his eyes becoming thoughtful. ‘I have to confess that sleeping with you has given me great satisfaction. And great pleasure. But triumph? No, I can’t say that was my train of thought, though you would present a tantalising challenge to any red-blooded man. From the moment you told me what you wanted, however, my main goal tonight has been to give you the kind of sexual pleasure which it’s obvious you’ve never had. Clearly, the man who hurt you was a complete incompetent in the bedroom. I can only imagine he was very young and inexperienced himself.’

      ‘No,’ she told him. ‘Mario wasn’t young at all. Brad was, though.’

      ‘Who the hell is Brad?’

      ‘My first lover. He was a fellow law student who pretended to love me so that he could have free room and board. I found out the truth when I came home one day and found him in bed with someone else.’

      ‘Charming. And the dastardly Mario? Why did he pretend to love you?’

      Laura was truly taken aback. ‘How do you know that’s what he did?’

      ‘Didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. All I need to know is why? No, don’t tell me, I can guess—he was a client of yours, wasn’t he? Right. He was on trial for something sticky and he wanted his defence lawyer to pull out all stops to get him off. Who better than a woman who loved him?’

      Laura shook her head. ‘I think you are a genius.’

      He smiled. ‘If you say so. So what was he on trial for?’

      ‘Tax evasion. If he’d lost, it would have cost him millions.’

      ‘But he didn’t lose, did he? You won the case for him.’

      Laura sighed. ‘Yes.’

      ‘And then he dropped you.’

      ‘Like a hot cake.’ Looking back, she could see that Mario had been a sadist of the first order. He’d enjoyed telling her outside the court house that he’d used her. Enjoyed seeing her hurt and humiliated. At least Brad hadn’t been that wicked. He’d looked quite guilty when she’d found him in bed with that girl. Guilt was something Mario would never feel. He was totally conscienceless.

      Laura hadn’t been at all sad when she’d heard last year that Mario had finally ended up in jail. As for Brad … She’d heard over the legal grapevine that he was considered unemployable as a lawyer after having been fired a couple of times for ‘questionable’ behaviour. Leopards didn’t change their spots, it seemed, something Laura would have to remember about the man she was currently in bed with.

      ‘It’s no wonder you went into sexual hibernation,’ Ryan said. ‘But their loss is my gain. I have to confess that I haven’t had this much fun with a woman in years.’

      ‘Fun!’ she exclaimed, not sure if she should feel flattered or flattened. Calling sex with her ‘fun’ was hardly romantic. But then she didn’t want him to romance her, did she?

      Not really. But she didn’t much like him calling what they were doing ‘fun’. It seemed demeaning. ‘Sex for you is just a game, isn’t it?’ she threw at him.

      ‘Now, Laura, don’t go getting all hoity-toity on me. I’ve just shown you that great sex does not have to have any connection with love. Not that being in love ever gave you great sex in the past,’ he pointed out somewhat ruthlessly.

      ‘Sex, my sweet, can be indulged in strictly for pleasure, without the complications which emotional involvement inevitably brings. But I wouldn’t say I think of sex as a game. More of a wonderfully satisfying pastime, one where the degree of pleasure involved improves with time and practice.

      ‘Let me assure you that over the years I have devoted much time and practice to perfecting my skills in the bedroom. Trust me when I say that there’s so much more that I can show you, and do with you. As I said earlier, one night is not going to be enough. If you’ll agree, I’d like to continue our affair when we go back to Sydney. After all, we’ve crossed the line now; we might as well take full advantage and thoroughly enjoy ourselves.’

      Laura stared up at him. Dear heaven, but he was as good a seducer with words as he was with his body. Such thinking reminded her suddenly of Brad and Mario, who’d both had silver tongues. Looking back, she

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