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kiss there, the lightest brush of his lips, even though he wanted to sink his teeth into her.
    Seeing a bowl of melted chocolate in front of them, he dragged his finger in the chocolate and smeared a bit on her exposed neck, licking it clean. "Delicious," he murmured, doing it again.
    She arched into him, gasping. " Nico ."
    "Do you want me to stop?"
    "Are you crazy?"
    Amazingly, he smiled. Then he smeared another ribbon of chocolate down her neck and then slid his hand under her apron and into her top.
    He'd expected her to protest, or to pull away. He was thrilled when she just moaned and rubbed herself against his erection.
    He nibbled her skin as his fingers played with her nipple. His other hand trailed down to the waistband of her pants, undid the zipper, and slipped his hand under silky panties.
    "I feel like someone should point out that this is a mistake," she said breathlessly.
    "Someone probably should," he agreed, "but it's not going to be me."
    "Me either." She stretched overhead to tangle her floury fingers in his hair.
    He liked it—the messier, the better. He slid his hand lower into her pants, until his longest finger found what he was looking for.
    Her head fell back and she cried out.
    His mouth next to her ear, he whispered to her. "I like how open you are to me. You're so wet, and I've barely touched you."
    "I have a weakness for bastards."
    "Then I'm happy I'm one." He rubbed his finger over the spot that had her panting.
    She squirmed in his arms. "I'm not going to be able to hold out."
    "I don't want you to. I want to feel you to writhe in my arms. I want you to fall apart. To scream."
    She cried out again, and he could feel her losing control of her body. He kept the pressure on her sensitive parts constant, deliberate, knowing by the way she undulated under his touch that the waves of ecstasy were building, ready to crash over her.
    "Now, Daniela," he commanded.
    And she came—hard and without cease, over and over, calling out his name.
    He loved hearing her cry his name.
    He held her there, wrapped around her, keeping her grounded and safe, giving her a place to come back to. He was crazy with lust and the need to be inside her. But it was too much, too soon, so when he felt her limbs regain their strength, he righted her clothing and detached himself from her.
    As she refastened her hair onto her head, she looked him in the eye. "Don't think that just because you gave me an orgasm that I'm going to stop my bid for the property."
    "I'd be disappointed if you did." He adjusted his still very prominent erection to a more comfortable position.
    Her eyes fell to his crotch, but then she lifted them again. "You should probably go now."
    "I know." He picked up his jacket. Then he went to her, lifted her chin, and kissed her one last time—partly because he wanted to get the last word in and partly because he just needed to.
    Smiling at her dazed expression, he strode out, feeling oddly satisfied for someone who was closer to blueballs than any man had ever been.

Chapter Twelve
     
     
    The house her brother Tony had rented for her was ridiculous. Too big, too grand, and entirely too ostentatious. But it had three ingredients Daniela loved.
    The basement . She shuddered, thinking of living down there, but it made Marley happy, and that was all that mattered.
    The bathtub in her room . The bathroom itself looked like it belonged in a bordello, with all the red accents and gold fixtures, but the tub was excellent. A modern remake of a deep claw-footed tub, it was perfect for soaking after being on her feet all day.
    And the view from the kitchen nook .
    Daniela sat there with her coffee and stared out on the trees populating the Presidio. She liked starting her mornings out here—it felt like she was almost in the woods—a unique sensation for a city girl.
    This morning, though, instead of seeing the eucalyptus trees edging the back of the house, she just saw Nico's face, flushed with desire.
    Wanting