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He started moving lower, but she grabbed his shoulders. “I need you...inside me,” she told him.
His throat moved as he swallowed hard. “I need to be inside you,” he said.
He felt around under one of the many pillows on the bed until he found a condom packet. She took it from him, tore it open with her teeth and rolled it over his erection. Then she parted her legs wide for him.
He drove deep into her core—over and over again—building the pressure. She arched up, hooking her legs over his shoulders. Her thighs rubbed against her already taut nipples, adding to her pleasure.
And he drove even deeper before pulling slightly out again. Over and over he thrust. Faster and faster.
The pressure built inside her even more, making her feel as if she was going to explode. Then she came—over and over again. She couldn’t stop coming...
The orgasm was never-ending as he continued to move. Then he tensed and yelled her name, his big body shuddering with the force of his release.
How was it like this between them every time? So damn incredible...
Grant felt exposed to Miranda in a way he’d never felt with anyone else. She’d seen more than his scrapes and bruises. And that knowledge had creased her forehead with concern.
He didn’t want her to worry about him. Or them...
So he made sure to relieve all her concern and tension as he gave her orgasm after orgasm. He lay back against the pillows, panting for breath and said, “Now this has to be the perfect date.”
“For you, maybe,” she said as she leaned over him, her naked breasts rubbing against his chest. “But what do I get out of this?”
“At last count, I think about ten orga—”
She pressed her fingers over his mouth. “I’m not a madam, you know. I don’t let people join the service just because they’re good at sex.”
“Good?” he growled against her fingers. “Just good?”
She shrugged her naked shoulders. “Like I said, the perfect date isn’t all about sex. You lured me here with the promise of royalty joining Liaisons International.”
She was concerned about her business. Concerned enough to lure a particular billionaire back into dating? Grant wondered.
“The prince still owes me,” he said. “I’ll make him sign up for the service. His wife might not approve though.”
“Is that where you got your bruises?” she asked. “Jealous husband?” There was something in her voice as she posed the question, something that almost sounded like jealousy.
“I don’t mess with married women,” he said.
“Just me?”
“Are you married?”
She shuddered in obvious revulsion. “God, no! My mother got married enough times for her, me and my sisters.”
The tension was back in her body, the crease back in her forehead. He didn’t want her worried right now—about anything.
“So what is your idea of the perfect date?” he asked, to take her mind of her mother and her other troubles.
“Someone being completely honest and vulnerable with me,” she said with a pointed stare.
And he knew his efforts had been futile all this time. He could never give her what she wanted; he could never be her perfect date. But for as long as she would stay with him in the villa, he could—at least—be her perfect lover.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
THEIMAGEOFGrant with those bruises and scrapes marring his perfect body haunted Miranda. She couldn’t stop thinking about them, about him, even during this business meeting with her sisters that was taking place in the reception area of the office suite after regular business hours. When she should be listening to them, she kept thinking about Grant. He’d not wanted her concern though, so he’d kept distracting her with sex and with silly jokes and fun games...
Thinking of his silliness, she had to swallow down the chuckle that tickled the back of her throat. But she couldn’t keep the smile from tugging up her lips.
