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the bed as he reached for a condom, and then he was easing her legs apart with his own. She felt his length, big and hard as he rubbed it slowly between her legs, teasing her until she so ached to feel him inside her that she resorted to begging for it. And when she thought she could stand to wait no more, he finally acquiesced, thrusting forward smoothly in one hard, fluid movement, right to the hilt, stretching and filling her completely. Lifting her feet, one heel in each hand, he pulled them to his shoulders as he moved, the resulting deep hard thrust of him making her gasp and clutch the sheet. She spiralled toward dizzying heights of pleasure as he took her with hard, full strokes, his hands reaching forward now to cup her breasts, the nipples teased tight between his fingers, pulling her into his arms in the final moments to crush his mouth to hers and moan his own sated pleasure against her neck as he took them both over the edge.
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    Somewhere during the last two hours her legs had turned to jelly. And how she thought she could go back downstairs and carry on with work as per usual, she had no idea. She sat up and glanced at her reflection in the gilt edged mirror on the opposite wall. Her hair was one big tangle, and her makeup – what was left of it – was smudged beneath her eyes. She looked –and felt - like sin. And what shocked her the most was that there was a part of her that absolutely revelled in it.
    She tried, with the rational part of her mind that hadn’t been completely seduced by the most unbelievable sexual experience, to think clearly. Her body was toast. She’d never known intimacy like it. But then of course he’d had a ton of practice, knew exactly what buttons to press to please a woman. He only had to brush against her to start the heat fizzing again right to her toes. She would have to rely on her head to get her out of this. Easing herself inch by careful inch, so as not to wake him, she edged towards the side of the bed and still lying down, put one foot out of it onto the floor. She moved a little more until she was hanging on the bed by one elbow and one bum cheek, poised to swing herself up and out. From there she’d thought no further than tracking down her clothes. Maybe once she’d got them on and tidied herself up she could figure out what to do. The corner of the sheet held in one hand ready to throw back, she gathered momentum, and then he suddenly sat up next to her in the bed.

CHAPTER SIX
    He was looking down at her, torso on the bed, head still on the pillow, but hips over the side and feet touching the floor, eyebrows raised, an amused expression on his face, and she knew from the heat of embarrassment in her cheeks that she now had a bright red face to add to the birds nest hair and slutty make up. Just bloody perfect. She couldn’t even pull off a swift exit without stuffing it up. Then again, maybe she took after her mother, for whom swift exits weren’t an option when it came to men. Outstaying your welcome was more her thing.
    ‘I need a shower,’ she said stiffly. ‘And then I need to act like I’ve done nothing this evening except work.’
    She sat up quickly and crossed the room to the ensuite bathroom, the crumpled sheet clamped against her body to hide her modesty, not caring that he’d explored every inch of her in the last few hours. The sheet unwound itself from him and the bed as she tugged it after her and when she glanced back he was lying back on the pillows watching her, that little half-smile on his lips that made her stomach melt like toffee, arms behind his head, his tanned and toned body completely naked in all its strong gorgeousness. Her heart leapt into full gallop and heat bloomed in her cheeks as she rounded the corner into the bathroom at full speed.
    She could no longer write this off as a mad moment. There was no heated phone call with her mother to blame this time for her impulsiveness. In fact, could something even
be
impulsive