Page 19 of Pregnant and Stolen by the Tycoon

Her gaze dropped to his manhood and stared with unabashed wonder. ‘Logic tells me you’ll fit but I’m still a little...awed.’

Prowling back onto the bed, he arranged his logic-driven beauty so her sweet backside was tucked against him, one leg splayed over his and wide open to him. Wrapping one arm around her, he caught her arm and tucked it over his shoulder. With unfettered access to her front, Seve caught her earlobe in his teeth, his shaft throbbing when she shivered.

‘Screw logic,mi precioso. Feel. Justfeel.’

With that he hooked his arm beneath her knee and surged inside her. Her scream was a blessing and a curse. Because he wanted to hear more of it while lamenting that, like everything else about this captivating woman, it would remain imprinted on his psyche for the rest of his days.

Feel. Justfeel.

Genie did nothing else for the next three hours. One moment blended into the other until she feared the fever possessing her would never break. That she would remain submerged in this alternative universe until she stopped breathing.

She discovered that the key code to unlocking Seve Valente’s passion was to plead for pleasure. And she tapped it shamelessly.

A part of her suspected she revelled in this success because she’d failed in her primary goal, and his refusal still smarted. But the majority of it was because sex with Seve was unlike anything she’d experienced before.

Just as she knew it was something she wouldn’t...couldn’trepeat after this unique night was over. Like a rare comet streaking through the sky, this was as close to a once-in-a-lifetime event as she was likely to experience.

She’d witnessed first-hand through her parents how impossible it was to satiate thirst-based pleasures. She’d watched from the sidelines as they’d sought high after high, each act more desperate than the last, the child they used to fuel their proclivities forgotten.

It was why she’d vowed never to fall prey to such addiction.

This...chemical reaction to Seve was one she would wean herself from.

Now.

She forced her eyes open, stifling a moan when the delicious heaviness in her limbs threatened to send her into stupor once more.

He was sound asleep, his hair falling over his eyes.

Objectively she assessed him, willing her brain to figure out why she’d reacted to him in such aprimalway. It wasn’t because he’d provided for her in the archaic sense. Her attraction to him had started long before he’d astonished her by offering her over and above her asking price. And as she’d said, this wasn’t about money.

Maybe this was one of those inexplicable enigmas. Like why she loved the scent of patchouli but detested the smell of lavender.

But, contrary to what he’d said before, she didn’t like puzzles. And he was a giant puzzle she needed to set aside.

She had more important things to do.

So why was she lingering, fighting the urge to rake back the lock of hair draping over his eyes? Why was her gaze consuming every inch of tanned skin she could see, reliving the feel of him beneath her touch?

Enough.

Their business was finished. Once she turned over the sale to her lawyers she was done dealing with Seve Valente.

For ten months at least.

A lot could happen in that time. If things went according to plan, she would have everything she’d dreamed of.

A pang in her chest made her blink, and still she couldn’t drag her gaze from him.

If only he’d said yes...

The futile thought finally propelled her limbs into motion. She told herself she didn’t care whether he woke or not but the very idea that she’d have to search for the appropriate social cue, which she was entirely unaware of, prompted her into stealth mode as she dressed and went to fetch her clutch.

The code he’d imputed in the underground garage lift was easy to recall and she used it to return to the lobby. A few minutes after that, a taxi was ferrying her away from the most stimulating night of her life.

Towards a future whose lights should’ve shone bright but was inexplicably dimmed around the edges.

Nine weeks later

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