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His kisses move to my neck, his teeth gently nicking the soft skin, and I throw my head back to give him access, my entire body on edge, wanting something denied to it for so long.

My dress falls to the floor as if by magic, and yet I don’t care. I am accustomed to standing naked in a room full of strangers. It’s what happens when you put on a show. Dignity is abolished in favor of speed. Costume changes don’t respect your privacy.

His low growl excites me as he pushes me toward the bed, my entire body alight with lust.

His kisses travel to my breast and as he sucks my hard nipple between his teeth, I gasp as it puckers to his touch.

I’m aware he is still fully dressed and I’m shocked when I attempt to rectify that. Courage comes from the unlikeliest of circumstances and as I push his jacket from his shoulders, it joins my dress in a heap on the ground.

He helps by tearing off his shirt as I fumble with his belt and he unhooks my bra, discarding it in one expert move.

It’s the most important thing in the world that we are naked right now and as the gentle lighting illuminates his hard body, a tingle of excitement replaces the fear.

CHAPTER 17

TITUS

She is perfect. So perfect, and her nerves only excited me more. If that makes me a monster, then you’d be right. If I was a gentleman, I would have left her to sleep, but that was never going to happen. I have thought of little else all day and as I lit the fuse, I am enjoying the fireworks.

I knew Tia would need a gentle nudge and then explode into a vision of spectacular beauty, and I wasn’t wrong.

Her soft moan gives me the green light and as I push her back onto the bed, I kiss her skin, dragging my lips across every inch of it, relishing the thrill of unexplored territory.

Her nails claw on my back, causing my cock to swell and push against her sodden pussy. I make him wait because I will take my time and savor every moment of this delightful experience.

Her skin tastes sweet, almost addictive, and as my mouth enjoys a feast, my fingers explore her curves. Her touch is like velvet under them, soft, smooth and unexplored. Like a perfect peach that will never be the same again when the luscious skin is cracked open, revealing the soft sweet flesh inside.

She is that peach and as I move to her center; I swipe my tongue inside, relishing the sweet taste of forbidden fruit—the very best kind.

Her gasp of pleasure reassures me and as I suck her throbbing clit into my mouth, I bite down softly, her scream of pleasure disturbing the still night air.

“Oh, God!” She claws at the sheets, her body arching toward me as I push apart her sodden entrance and flick my tongue inside.

I am already addicted to her pleasure. Her body shaking as it deals with the intrusion. My cock is throbbing, desperate for release, but not tonight. Not until I know she is ready. Not until she can’t think of anything else. I may be a monster in many ways, but I’m not about to take something she has treasured for so long until I know it’s what she wants. Not now—not tonight. Not until she begs for it.

Power over another human being takes on many forms. Information in a business meeting can bring victory in adversity. Power over a situation brought about by knowledge and circumstance. Now the power I have over Tia is her desire for the unknown. She wants the experience, not the man, and I sense the balance of power shifting in her favor.

Why is it so important to me that she wantsmeand not just anyone who happens to be here at the time? Why do I want her to whisper my name and stare lovingly into my eyes? Why do I want it to be special for both of us?

Her orgasm hits her hard and she screams, a loud piercing cry that shatters the silence. Her release coats my tongue and delights my senses. It’s as if I have found a new delicacy that one taste of will never be enough. It must be knowing she has gifted me her soul as I go where nobody has before.

Her body shakes and I adjust my angle so I can watch her reaction and her eyes are closed, her lashes dusting her skin, soft tears trailing down her face, her skin a rosy pink glow.

She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She already was, but tonight she resembles a goddess as she lies beneath me, delighting in what I gifted her. My own needs are forgotten as I stare in awe at a woman I wasn’t expecting to find. An unexpected delight—an unexpected problem, because with every new discovery comes obsession, and I have found my latest one.

For the first time in my life, it’s not about business anymore.

Her shy smile tugs on my heart, and I roll onto my back, pulling her down against my chest, tangling my fingers in her hair as I attempt to regain control.

“You stopped—why?” I detect a trace of uncertainty, not disappointment in her voice, and I whisper huskily, “Sometimes anticipation is the best part.”

“The best part.” She giggles against my chest. “I doubt that very much.”

I smile as she snuggles in closer and gently traces her fingers across the tattoo on my chest.

“What does this mean?” She refers to the angel that sits above my heart, that is merely an outline with no details. Faceless if you like—almost ghostlike.

“My guardian angel.”

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