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When she accepted his kiss, he decided he’d seduce her. Right here. He wanted her to enjoy this walk on the wild side. Pressing his body fully against hers, he let her feel all of him. His cock hard against her belly, his muscles bulging with suppressed desire. Her body felt better than he could have ever hoped, and he wondered why he had waited so long for this in the first place.

Mara accepted him eagerly, tangling her fingers in his hair. The pain she caused to his scalp when she pulled him to her neck only fueled his desire for her. Kissing his way down her neck, he tugged her blouse open and nuzzled her breast. She let out a soft cry and jumped a little, trying to pull his head up, but he simply licked a long path across her exposed flesh and she changed directions. Now she pulled him against her chest, and he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.

Her breath came in pants, and her chest heaved. Gently tugging her blouse, he exposed one ripe nipple and gave it a wet lick. This time, she actually whimpered.Finally, a sound. This is good.

Kiril watched as the bud became increasingly hard. “Your nipples are beautiful. They crave my touch.” Mara’s eyelids drooped. She was feeling the moment rather than watching what he was doing. That was just how Kiril wanted her. He didn’t want her to think about where they were, but he wanted her to enjoy watching the sex going on around them. Not that anyone could actually see the two of them. They were half hidden by a tall, gargoyle-like statue. Still, he wanted to prove to her how much she could enjoy this.

“Watch the woman at the bar,” he murmured. “I want you to come when she does.”

When she sucked in a breath, probably to protest, he bent his head and sucked her nipple, nipping gently when she groaned. Finding the other bud with his fingers, he pinched and twisted it lightly through her blouse and bra. A fine sheen of sweat formed on her body. Her breathing grew more labored and he knew she was on the brink. Roughly yanking her clothing away from the other breast, he pushed their generous mounds together and sucked both nipples hard.

The woman at the bar shrieked her climax and Kiril knew it was time. “Come for me, Mara,” he said as he repositioned his mouth to receive more of her. “Come now.”

Mara hooked one leg around his hip and ground her sex into his thigh. Her fingers tightened in his hair to the point of pain and she gave a soft cry as he carried her to orgasm. Kiril continued to suck and lick until she loosened her grip on his hair and her breathing returned to normal. He kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose, then he straightened her top, cupped her face, and kissed her lips gently.

When she opened her eyes, he smiled at her. “Now, wasn’t that fun?”

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Kiril’s words were like a bucket of ice water thrown in her face. Her cheeks warmed and a sharp pain stabbed her belly. She’d acted like a whore. Worse, he’d treated her like one. There was no way she could keep the tears at bay, but she’d be damned if she’d let him see. Shoving past him, she ran for the door and kept running until she reached her personal shuttle. She didn’t know if he followed her -- most likely not -- but she wasn’t taking any chances. Powering up, she sped away.

She desperately wanted to go anywhere other than home. Going home would be tantamount to running straight to Kiril and she didn’t know if she would ever be able to face him again. All she had brought with her was enough money to get into the club and to buy her drinks. No way she had enough for a hotel. Besides, she couldn’t avoid him forever unless she moved.

She cried so hard on the way home, it was a wonder she didn’t wreck. Her tears had slowed somewhat but hadn’t stopped altogether by the time she pulled into her driveway. And she had a whopper of a headache. Neither of them deserved her tears. She had seen Kiril and Mikkarn’s sexual escapades and knew something like this would happen. They could have Tamche, as far as she was concerned.

Stomping into her living room, she stripped as she locked the door and made her way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind her. A shower was a necessity. She smelled like smoke. Worse, she smelled like Kiril. His masculine scent, wild and spicy, still enveloped her.

The last two years of her life had been spent lusting after those womanizers! And she had no one but herself to blame. She had wanted to be different from all the other women. So much for daydreams.

When she finished her shower, her skin bright red from the too hot water and the vigorous scrubbing, she heard a pounding at the front door.Well, shit. Putting on her robe, she decided she’d tell him to get lost.

“Mara. Open up. It’s Mikkarn.”

Mikkarn? Curious, she pulled her robe tighter around her and opened the door.

Mikkarn didn’t enter her home so much as explode into it, taking her with him. Before she could protest, he picked her up and marched down the hall until he found her bathroom.

The bathroom? “What are you doing?” She pushed against him. “Put me down.”

He set her on the counter and took her face in his hands. Tilting it to the light, he examined her face for several seconds.

“Will you stop?” She captured his wrists. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You’ve been crying.”

Mara’s gaze shifted away from him. “So? It’s nothing. Certainly not something I’m sharing with you.”

“Kiril told me what happened,” he said as he busied himself with wetting a washcloth and started to wash her face. The gesture was totally unexpected and not unwelcome, but she’d be damned if she’d show weakness again tonight.

“God! Why won’t you two just leave me alone?” She hopped off the counter, rushing out of the small space. Despite her protests, his presence was comforting. That was definitely something she didn’t want him to know. “What is it with you guys? I’ve spent two rotten years right across the street, and you’ve never even so much as struck up a conversation outside of work. Then all of a sudden, Kiril practically begs me to watch him have sex with Tamche by the pool and he said you’re responsible for leaving the window undimmed while you guys fucked her.

“Then Kiril follows me to the bar and…” She trailed off, knowing her cheeks were probably a very bright shade of red.

Mikkarn smiled a slow, wicked smile. “Well, you didn’t have to watch, you know. I only left the window clear because I saw you get yourself off watching Kiril and Tamche.”

“Damn it! I donotlike to watch! It’s just hard not to when you guys are fucking every woman within a ten-mile radius!”

“Hmm.” Mikkarn rubbed his chin in contemplation. “If you don’t want to watch, what do you want?”

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