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it as she was.

      With that thought, Chloe let her body relax into his, feeling the evidence of his arousal pressing against her stomach. Oh, yes, he was most definitely enjoying himself, too.

      He made a sound of triumph and lifted her, carrying her to the couch without ever once breaking the all-consuming kiss. He laid her down, but pulled away.

      “No.” She reached for him; she knew he wanted it, too.

      His eyes burned with a passion she’d become very familiar with during their short marriage. “I must lock the door. It would not do to shock Jean’s sensibilities.”

      It was so like something he’d said once before when they’d made love … had sex … in this very office during their marriage. Chloe was overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu and couldn’t respond.

      He didn’t wait for her to anyway, but moved quickly to the door. The sound of the lock clicking into place was loud in the cavernous office, silent but for their excited breaths.

      He had already removed his tie and was working on his shirt buttons by the time he came back to her and Chloe’s breath stalled only to start again with a quick pant. “I’d forgotten how efficient you can be.”

      “Did you really?” he asked, sounding like he didn’t believe it at all.

      “Maybe not.” Honesty compelled her to admit, “You’re not very forgettable.”

      “Nor, yineka mou, are you.”

      He’d used to call her that all the time. It could mean “my woman,” or “my wife,” depending on the intent. Neither fit any longer, but she wasn’t going to argue about him getting possessive during sex.

      She liked it too much. Besides, he’d told her she was hard to forget, too.

      She didn’t mind hearing that at all.

      He finished undressing without an ounce of false modesty, his eyes caressing her with a heated stare the whole time. He didn’t suggest she do likewise and she wasn’t surprised, or worried.

      Apparently he still liked the idea of undressing her as much as he used to.

      So she lay there, getting her own Greek tycoon striptease and enjoying every second of it. Even if it was done with moves more efficient than overtly sexual, her excitement escalated to near unbearable levels.

      Her body vibrated with the need to have him inside her, her nipples ached to have his lips on them, her core convulsing involuntarily as if in memory of what it felt like to be joined.

      She loved him. She’d never been able to stop. But right now? She just wanted him.

      “You look very pleased with yourself.” He didn’t quite smile, but he didn’t seem to mind either.

      She shrugged. “Pleased with what I see, more like. You keep your body in amazing shape, Ariston.”

      He had changed in this one way. He’d been gorgeously muscular before, but now his body was hard all over and while he didn’t look like some kind of muscle bound Hulk, he clearly took his regime more seriously these days.

      “I work out every day. Cardio in the morning, weights at night.”

      “That’s pretty dedicated.” He’d used to only work out once a day, five days a week.

      “It helps me sleep.”

      “I don’t remember you needing much sleep.”

      He didn’t answer, but dropped to his knees beside her, his hand reaching to caress her under her suit jacket. “Undressing you is like unwrapping a present.”

      He’d used to say that too and she found herself suddenly too choked to answer. So she just smiled, the first one that came naturally to her since arriving in New York.

      “Do you look the same under these layers?” he asked as his lips whispered down the side of her face to her neck.

      “I’m a little thinner.”

      He stopped moving, lifting his head to stare at her. “Surely you had no extra weight to lose.”

      For the first time, trepidation filled her. She looked a bit more like a scarecrow than sexpot these days, not that she’d ever had a curvaceous figure.

      He didn’t give her anxiety a chance to build. Showing he read her, at least in the bedroom, every bit as well as he’d ever done, he kissed away her worries as his hands began work on her blouse.

      Words whispered against her skin that she could not quite make out as he took off her clothes, his fingertips leaving a heated trail of pleasure as he touched each newly revealed patch of skin.

      By the time he had her completely naked, she was shivering with need. He’d very purposefully not touched her most erogenous zones, but had still managed to bring her to the point of begging.

      Only biting firmly on her bottom lip was keeping the words inside.

      He lifted his head to smile at her, his expression knowing. “You never were very patient the first time out of the box.”

      “Since this may be our only time, maybe you should get a move on,” she gritted out, though in sexual frustration, not anger.

      His expression turned intent. “You think so, do you?”

      “You live in New York, when you’re even in the country. I live in Oregon. We’re not exactly well suited for casual hookups.”

      “On that, at least, we agree.”

      She didn’t get a chance to ask what he meant by that because he touched her breasts. Finally. And she nearly climaxed without him ever going near her clitoris.

      But he remembered exactly what kind of touch to her nipples and breasts pleasured her the most and was intent on giving it to her. In abundance. He used his hands and mouth to bring her body taut like a bowstring and then one hand slipped between her legs.

      Her mouth opened to scream and he kissed her, swallowing the sound as the ultimate pleasure crashed over her in a tsunami of bliss.

      He pulled back, his fingers still touching her, but gently, causing small aftershocks to wrack her body. “It has been a while for you, I think.”

      She might be blissed out. She might even still love him. But no way was she answering that implied question. “None of your business.”

      “Your body does not lie.”

      “Think what you like.” She looked away, knowing her expression would tell him the truth even if her mouth didn’t.

      Then a very disturbing thought occurred to her. Was he using sex to disturb her equilibrium further in this business game only he seemed to know the rules to?

      A gentle hand brushed her cheek. “Hey, stay with me, Chloe. We are far from finished.”

      “No more questions about my private life.”

      “Only one.”

      She glared at him, sealing her lips.

      “Are you in a relationship?”

      “Surely whatever spies you have watching your business interests told you the answer to that.”

      “I do not have investigators watching you.” By his tone, he considered he’d shown restraint and expected her to appreciate that fact.

      She, on the other hand, couldn’t think of a reason he would have wanted to in the first place.

      Something of her thoughts must have shown on her face because he said, “There is very little related to any of my business interests that I do not know.”

      Okay, but again, why? She wasn’t one of his business interests any longer. Even though he still held a big chunk of shares in Dioletis Industries, she had nothing to do with the company

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