Page 49 of Cursed

She moved to unbutton her blouse but Vince caught her hand, moving it gently aside. “Let me,” he said, and she blinked in surprise as he smoothly and methodically unbuttoned the silky material, letting it hang free as he focused on her bra. He slid his fingers over the edge, palming her breasts through the thin fabric, and was rewarded as Edeena’s eyes drifted half-shut. He quickly slid her shirt off, and she let it fall to the floor, then his hands were at her waistband, peeling back the cool linen skirt, snagging her panties along the way. Edeena had already kicked off her sandals, so it was short work to toss the skirt to the side. As he came up again, he lifted her in his arms, smiling at her startled cry.

“You don’t have to—I can walk!”

“I know you can,” Vince said, nuzzling his face in her hair. “But this isn’t so bad, is it?”

She sighed and relaxed against his chest, and he held her, memorizing the feel of her in his arms. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he stepped forward, carrying her across the wide room to her bed. He laid her in the middle of what had to be a hundred pillows of various sizes, and she collapsed into them, her smile finally broadening as another notch of tension slipped away.

“I confess, I sort of wondered what you’d do with all these pillows,” she murmured, as Vince climbed into the bed. He sent a torrent of the smallest pillows over the far side of the mattress, then finally reached Edeena.

“I’m a fan of pillows,” he said against her lips, “there are many, many things we can do with the right amount of pillows.”

She giggled and he somehow felt that he’d won a victory, then she launched herself at him.

Vince rolled easily, allowing Edeena to straddle him in the center of the ridiculous pile of pillows, and she reached for his watchband, sliding the foil packet free. “As much as I look forward to a circus of the hundred and one pillows, I have something else in mind,” she said huskily. “Is that okay?”

“More than okay,” he managed as she ripped the foil packet open then sheathed him, smoothing her hands over his cock with a studied care that nearly made his eyes cross. She shifted her body until she was straddling his hips, looking like every Greek goddess he’d ever imagined in the fevered dreams of his youth. But Aphrodite had nothing on Edeena Saleri, and when Edeena slid forward and back in a mesmerizing cadence, his body bucked convulsively. “Where . . . how. . .” he managed, but his own need redoubled as she lifted her body slightly, then guided his cock inside her, sliding home with such a smooth, tight movement that his sight went white for a split second.

When his vision cleared, she was looking down at him again, smiling with radiant pleasure, and Vince knew he would never, ever be the same.

“I like the way you look right now,” she murmured softly. “I like it far too much.”

She stretched over him again, and he was lost.

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