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He couldn’t risk using both hands for the mixing—he needed to stay alert. The powder had to go in undetected, and there could be no mistakes. Once the hummus was ready, he set the tray back in place and turned, making his way swiftly through the back entrance into the main part of the suite.
The sitting area was empty, confirming his suspicion—they’d gone out.
Which meant that this crap was probably going into the trash.
Perfect.
With a frustrated hiss, Aziz set the tray down on the table with a quiet thud. His jaw clenched in irritation. He didn’t know where they were, but he’d figure it out. There would be another opportunity soon enough. He needed her out of the way, and today was the day it had to happen. Time was running out.
He walked out without a second glance, moving quickly through the back corridors, leaving no trace of what had just occurred.
Chapter 22
Angela tilted her head back, eager for Tiro’s kiss. Her body had been throbbing after their kiss in the stables and had only slightly calmed down. But now, being alone with him like this, her body fired up again immediately.
She backed up a step, startled by the intensity of her feelings as well as the heat in his eyes.
Tiro stopped, looking down at her. “Angela, if you don’t want this, just say––”
Angela was so stunned by his offer, and worried that he might stop, she lurched toward him. The movement was clumsy, but her need for him was too urgent to ignore. “Don’t stop!” she gasped.
Thankfully, he caught her before she fell and made a fool of herself. He steadied her and then he kissed her. His hands dove into her hair, pulling the band out that held her hair back. She nearly moaned just from the feeling of his fingers in her hair. She had never considered that to be an erogenous zone before, but when Tiro touched her hair, she felt like purring. It felt so good that she closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. But then he nipped at her lower lip, causing her to gasp and open her eyes again. She stared into his eyes, then pulled his head down, kissing him back with all of the pent up feelings she hadn’t really understood over the past two weeks.
“Wait!” she gasped, pushing at his shoulders as a fond memory hit her.
“What’s wrong?” he rasped out, his hands heavy on her waist.
She glanced around, searching for her bag. “I…uh…have something in my bag that my aunts and mother urged me to use in situations like this.”
He tilted his head slightly. “What?”
She felt her cheeks heat up, but she figured if she was brave enough to have sex with him, she needed to be brave enough to talk about protection. Her father missing from her life during the first four years was a strong enough lesson to mandate the conversation.
“Condoms,” she blurted out. “We need to use condoms. And I have,” she thought about the large boxes in her leather bag, “a lot of condoms. All kinds of them, actually.”
He blinked at her, obviously trying to follow her train of thought without success. “Are you saying that your mother and aunts gave you condoms before you arrived?”
“Yes.”
“Specifically for this visit? Or for just general use?”
She bit her lower lip before she answered. “Specifically for this visit,” she admitted.
“I see,” he muttered, but she could tell that he didn’t fully understand.
So, Angela decided to be the brave woman that she’d always wanted to be. She stepped back, but laced her fingers through his. “I just need to hurry back to my room and grab them…,” she let out a squeak when he scooped her into his arms, one arm behind her back and the other under her knees.
“I have plenty of protection,” he growled.“And I’ll have to thank your aunts for their foresight.” He kicked the bedroom door closed, then proceeded to the bed. “I don’t think I can thank your mother for the condoms though. That’s just…!” He paused, shaking his head. “I don’t think that I could look your mother in the eyes and thank her for giving you condoms.”
“She gave me the regular ones,” Angela explained, already working on the buttons of his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders as she knelt on the edge of his bed. “My Aunt Tasha gave me some that are moreinteresting.” She kissed the middle of his chest, flicking her tongue out to taste his skin. Goodness, this man tasted even better than he smelled!
“Interesting condoms?” he asked, then hissed as her tongue explored his nipple. “We’ll…” he couldn’t finish because her thumb slid over the sensitized skin, distracting him.
“My Aunt Tila gave me some…uh…toys.” She moved her mouth to his other nipple. “She said I might need them if you aren’t capable of…” she yelped when Tiro flipped her onto her back. He climbed onto the bed to loom over her.
“I’m not saying sex toys aren’t a fun addition to sexual play,” he began, then ripped her blouse open, admiring the pretty white lace bra he found underneath. “However, I assure you, I’m quitecapable of bringing you to pleasure, my dear.” And with that, he mercilessly tugged the lace down, exposing atight, pink nipple.
As soon as his mouth closed over that sensitive tip, Angela moaned, her hips rocking back and forth as if she could somehow relieve the tension building inside of her. It was pointless, especially when he moved his hot, decadent mouth to her other nipple, nipping and teasing it with his tongue and his teeth. He pinched her nipple with his thumb and forefinger while his tongue lashed at the skin between his fingers. “Show me how you like to be touched, Angela,” he whispered roughly.
