Page 72 of His Innocent for One Spanish Night

‘You did.’ She started to laugh.

‘Then I realised it was you...’ He ran a hand down the silky curls and toyed with them. ‘You!’ He looked at her. ‘I think we’re good for each other. Becauseyouare smoking hot andI’vejust nailed a deal I’ve been chasing for two years.’

‘Seriously?’

‘Yes,’ he said as they made their way up to their suite. ‘He’s usually terrible at small talk, but he asked what had happened to my hair...’ His mouth came down to hers. ‘I told him I’d tried to cut it myself. Talk about opening the floodgates... Apparently he shaved his eyebrows off when he was ten...’

She was laughing as he took out the swipe card and they went into the suite where they’d previously rowed. Although she put down most of her bags, she held on to one.

‘I got you this.’

‘What is it?’

‘Just a...’ She felt nervous, unsure if it was too little for a billionaire, or too much for a brief romance as he pulled the record from its wrapping. ‘I saw it and I thought of you. You’ve probably already got it...’

‘No...’ He was reading the back of the cover. ‘We danced to this.’

‘Yes.’ She gave a slightly nervous laugh as he turned the record over in his hands. ‘He looks like you,’ she said. ‘Well, a bit. I just saw it...’

For once, Alejandro did not know what to say.

She’d floored him.

On a day that had clearly been about her she had stopped and thought of him.

He thought of the doll for her goddaughter, the handbag for her friend and how she stopped in the midst of a busy day and thought of others.

It meant more than he dared admit.

‘Thank you,’ he said, worried that if he said more he might say too much.

Emily was watching him as he put the record down, as if trying to gauge his reaction.

He took her face in his hands and looked at her, and then ran his fingers through her curls.

He looked at all the changes—not so much the make-up and the hair, but the fact that she’d gone and done it. Then he turned her around so that she faced the mirror, and he slowly, carefully, removed the dress and placed it over a chair.

She stood in rather disappointing underwear, considering her transformation, but he didn’t care about that at all.

‘Stay there.’

Emily stood, watching him move behind her and feeling his fingers as he unhooked her bra. She watched her breasts drop a little, and then his hands peeled down her knickers.

‘Alejandro...’

She turned her head, aching for his mouth, or at least his touch, but he was undressing now, placing his clothes on the chair, and then he came and stood behind her again.

She watched him toy with her breasts, rolling the nipples into indecent lengths, and then he moved his hands down, and she watched him stroke her.

‘Face me,’ he said, and she did so.

She looked at the dark hair on his chest and his mahogany nipples and she kissed one, feeling it salty on her lips. He smelt of cologne, and now he was pulling her into him, wanting to lift her.

‘I want to watch us...’ he said, but she refused to scale that magnificent body and instead dropped to her knees.

‘Watch this...’ she said.

It was the first time she’d taken him in her mouth because, despite the fact he’d tasted every inch of her, there were still things she hadn’t tried.

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