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but there’s nothing to do until we get to Paris.
    Maybe we should have left tonight.”
    “Tonight you decompress,” he told her. “The conference isn’t for forty-eight hours
    yet and not all the ministers have arrived. You need to be at your sharpest in case they manage to plant any explosive devices.”
    She sighed. “You’re right. I know you are. It’s just…” Her voice trailed off.
    “Maybe I can help you work off some of that nervous energy.”
    His hands slid down to her breasts, fingers tweaking her nipples through the silk of
    her blouse while his tongue continued to dance along the sensitive skin of her neck. He cupped the weight of her breasts in his palms while his fingers continued to play with
    the stiff peaks.
    Isabella closed her eyes and sighed, letting the warmth of his touch seep through
    her. As he worked her taut nipples and rubbed her breasts she felt the anxiety slowly
    easing from her body to be replaced with a different kind of tension. He continued to
    pay attention to her neck and the spot behind each ear that sent shivers through her.
    Deftly, he opened the buttons on her blouse, tugged the garment from her skirt and
    eased it from her body.
    His body tightened against her back when he disposed of her bra and her breasts
    stood free in the lamplight. His cock was a thick ridge pressing against her buttocks
    through the fabric of his trousers while he rubbed and kneaded and pinched and
    teased.
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    She was getting wetter by the minute, a deep throbbing resonating through her
    body from her womb, the walls of her pussy fluttering with hunger and need. A hum of
    satisfaction sighed from her mouth and Lane’s deep chuckle vibrated against her
    shoulder.
    “You are so damn responsive, Bella. It’s a wonder I can ever keep my hands off
    you.”
    Swiftly he unzipped her skirt and let the fabric pool at her feet on the floor, leaving her in just the whisper of material that was her lacy thong.
    “What you do to lingerie should be considered illegal,” he murmured. “I look at
    you and I want to throw you on the bed and fuck you senseless.”
    “Not a bad idea,” she said, breathless as one hand slid down her tummy over her
    mound to find her wet, swollen folds and her aching clit.
    “But then I wouldn’t get to do this.” He took her clit between two fingers and
    squeezed gently. “Or this.” One long finger slid the length of her slit, rubbing the slick flesh. “Or this.”
    Abruptly he moved his hand, turned her to face him and held her gaze while he
    slowly licked her cream from his fingers. The sight of it was so arousing a fresh surge of liquid drenched her and the throbbing in her womb increased in intensity.
    “Taste yourself on me, Bella,” he growled, and captured her mouth with his.
    His kiss was hungry, demanding, dominating. His tongue lapped at the seam of her
    lips and they parted for him, allowing him to thrust inside. Every flick of his tongue on her inner surfaces was like the touch of a live wire, leaving licks of flame heating her.
    With his mouth still fused to hers, he placed his hands beneath the globes of her ass
    and lifted her, carrying her to the bed. He positioned her on the edge with her legs
    hanging over and eased the thong down and off. Then spread her thighs wide and bent
    her legs so her feet were planted on the edge of the mattress, his hungry gaze on her
    exposed pussy.
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    Tremors raced through her as the heat of his gaze swept over her.
    “Beautiful,” he breathed, and reached down to trace the line of her slit from end to
    end. Again he licked his finger, slowly, teasingly, before reaching down to touch her
    again. “And delicious.”
    He dropped to his knees, spread the lips of her pussy and closed his mouth over
    her clit.
    Isabella nearly rose off the bed at the jolt of electricity that raced through her.
    “Lane!” she gasped, and fisted her hands in the coverlet to anchor