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even finish that sentence,’ he whispered.
    I stopped.
    ‘I think we should bunk down in that very luxurious bed at
Classic Time
. It’ll be like sleeping for exhibitionists. We can pretend we’re on display. Maybe imagine what it’d be like if I pinned you down,’ he said, stepping close so that barely an inch separated us, ‘and had my way with you while people hurried past. Shopping, barking into cellphones, fretting and stressed and all so frenzied, while I fucked you. Right there. In that gorgeous bed in front of all the mad, mad world.’
    My mouth was dry and a small puff of air escaped me. ‘I … I …’
    ‘Food,’ he said, pulling me along. ‘Food and shower and then we’ll figure out if that bed is as perfect as it looks or if it’s just a prop.’
    I hurried after him, my feet floating above the ground. Not really, but that was the feeling. That the strong current of Dorian Martin and his magical life were carrying me along like a small newspaper boat on a rushing stream of storm water.
    The lights dimmed for a heartbeat before flaring bright. ‘We need to cook before we lose power. I bet we do,’ he said. ‘Lose power, I mean. But don’t worry, I’ve got you, Clover.’
    I knew he meant it.
    * * *
    The food was a distant memory. Some heat-up lasagne and veg and some more wine, of course. A quick phone call to my grandmother that didn’t go through. The emergency message informed me the lines were overwhelmed and told me to try my call again later. Anxiety slammed me and Dorian took my hand and led me off to Ed’s office. An office I’d never been in.
    ‘Everyone is fine. They’re together. They’re in an apartment complex. It will be fine.’ His hands on me soothed as much as his words. He pulled my sweater off again and then his fingers worked the button of my jeans. I caught his eye and gave him a smile. We froze, his fingers not pushing the button through the buttonhole just yet. He kissed me. His broad chest crushing my bare breasts. ‘I’m not sure I want this storm to end,’ he said.
    ‘Really? You have such a life,’ I said. ‘Such a life to get back to.’
    He kissed me again, then licked a hot line along my lower lip before kissing along my jaw and nibbling my ear. A shiver skittered across my skin and I laughed.
    ‘But time standing still because I’m trapped with beautiful Clover isn’t part of that life. Being something I’m not is pretty much the bulk of that life.’
    I realised that rich didn’t mean perfect. Or even happy. I didn’t know what to say. So I stroked his hip and then his waistband and then finally the place above his zipper. He was hard and I was grateful. Getting lost in him was just what I wanted. It would tamp down my worry and lift up my heart.
    That was the last thought before he finally popped my button and pushed my jeans down. I tried to help him get undressed but realised my hands were shaking so I stopped and simply watched him unveil that body. One of the most beautiful bodies I’d ever seen.
    Dorian pulled me against him, wrapped his arms around me and looked down at me. Before the moment fled, he grinned, picked me up and walked me towards the shower. I coiled my legs around his waist, effectively pressing my wetness to him.
    ‘We should have hot water. Please God, let there be hot water.’
    There was hot water. He walked me back and into the spray. We both groaned in pleasure and then laughed at the combined sound.
    ‘There isn’t anything quite as good as hot water, is there?’ I licked water off his chest. It was simply an excuse to lick him. To taste his skin and be close to him.
    ‘Nothing better?’ The light in his eyes was wicked as he pressed me against cool tile. His cock slid between the V of my thighs and nudged my clit. He watched me, rocked back and forth so there was friction. Breathtaking friction. ‘Nothing at all?’ he asked again.
    I blew out a long slow breath and said. ‘OK, so that might be a little