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Sian was last and he lingered for a moment, watching Amanda carefully. Finally, he said, “If this arse doesn't be treatin' ye right, come to me, lassie..” His Irish accent was full on now, making his words sound a touch more genuine. He bowed over her fingers and gave her a wink. “I’ll treat ye like the princess ye are!”

Amanda stepped in front of Daniesh, stopping his tackle of the Irishman and laughing at both of their outrageous reactions. Sian simply walked out the door, chuckling as he adjusted his coat collar against the cold wind.

“He was joking!” she said with another laugh as she turned, placing her hands on his chest. “Just joking!” To soothe his temper, she lifted up onto her toes, kissing Daniesh deeply. “I’m here, Daniesh. I’m here and I’m a free woman!” She paused, giving him a lingering kiss on his neck. “Make love to me. Please?” She kissed his jaw, her fingers toying with his shirt buttons. “I want to celebrate getting my life back! And I want to do it with you.” She released the top button. “You make me feel more alive than anyone else in this world!”

He growled, then scooped her up into his arms, taking the stairs once again.

Chapter 11

Amanda finished her speech, then smiled out into the crowd of authors. The audience was on their feet, applauding her enthusiastically. But there was only one person she wanted to see. Daniesh was in the back, clapping loudly and she beamed, looking directly at him.

The detectives had stopped by his house yesterday morning, explaining that they were dropping the charges and looking for another suspect. They had a tip about someone who had come into the hotel earlier, asking about Mr. Burrows, but since the detectives had only known the victim as Henry Sullivan, they’d initially ignored that piece of information. It wasn’t until the powerful trio, Sian, Matteo, and Levi, had provided evidence of the victim’s other identities, that they realized that the man’s murder might be connected to the person asking about him.

Unfortunately, the detectives hadn’t managed to locate this mysterious person. However, at this point, Amanda didn’t care about the investigation. As long as they no longer suspected her, the man’s murder wasn’t her concern. All she cared about was spending time with Daniesh.

Walking off the stage, she smiled at Tito. “The car is this way,” he said, gesturing around the back of the conference hall. She headed towards the exit door, wondering where Daniesh was.

As soon as she ducked into the back of the limousine, he pounced on her. “You were magnificent!” Daniesh told her a moment before his lips covered hers.

He gave her only one passionate kiss before they stepped into his Paris house, then he swept her up into his arms and carried her up the stairs. “Get your clothes off!” he growled.

Amanda didn’t hesitate. She twisted slightly, trying to reach for the zipper that ran along her back. Daniesh growled impatiently and spun her around. Amanda laughed, bracing herself on the wall as he tugged the zipper down.

“Hurry!” she whispered, then gasped when she felt his fingers trail down the newly exposed skin of her spine. “Yes!” she hissed, leaning against his touch, needing more. “Touch me, Daniesh!” she urged. “I need you to touch me everywhere!”

“My pleasure,” he replied, pushing the black dress down, ignoring it when it whispered to the floor around her black heels. He’d bought her a pair of Louboutin heels yesterday and she’d felt incredibly sexy walking onto the stage in the spike heels. Now, she was several inches taller than normal and she wiggled her bottom, feeling brave and audacious.

He laughed, his big, strong hands cupping her butt. “Do that again and this will end too quickly!”

She laughed, leaning her head back against him. “And that would be a bad thing?”

He slid his hands from her bottom to her waist, then higher to cup her breasts. She wasn’t sure how her bra had disappeared, but Amanda appreciated his deftness. Then she gasped when his thumbs brushed over her nipples. He pinched them, earning a moan from her, as she gripped his rock-hard thighs behind her for balance.

“You said you wanted me to touch you everywhere,” he whispered in her ear, nipping at her earlobe. “That can’t happen if you want it fast.”

Amanda spun around, and grabbed his hands, putting them back on her breasts. “How about if we compromise?”

He grumbled, his thumbs teasing her nipples until she was writhing. “And if I’m not in the mood to compromise?”

She smiled, shifting and lifting her leg to wrap around his waist. She balanced on her other leg, holding onto his shoulders. “What if I suggested,” she kissed his chest, then nipped at his nipple, “that we go really fast now, then slower later?”

Daniesh pinched her nipples again. “I think I could be on board with that plan.” He spun her back around, her hands on the wall again. “Don’t move!” he growled. He spread her legs wider, his hands stroking down over her back. “I want to take you just like this!”

Amanda gasped, her body throbbing with the need for him to fill her, to feel that pinnacle of pleasure that only he could bring her.

Biting her lip, she waited, glancing back at him over her shoulder. She heard his zipper and she unconsciously wiggled her hips, desperately needing him to fill her, to make her whole!

When he finally entered her, pressing into her hot softness, she sighed with short-lived relief. Because his magical hands caressed her, teasing that nub as he started thrusting. She heard him muttering something behind her in his own language, which only turned her on even further! Pressing his fingers against that sensitive nub, she guided his hand. With one hand braced against the wall and her other hand pressed against his fingers, it took no time at all for a climax to wash over her. Thankfully, he was just as turned on as she was and he found his own pleasure just as her own climax was winding down.

Moments later, she felt his chest against her back, their breath coming out as gasps.

“That was…”

“Rayieat haqana,” he whispered, then nipped at her neck, kissing the spot immediately afterwards.

She smiled at him over her shoulder. “I don’t know what that means, but it sounds beautiful.”

He pulled out of her and she gasped, but before she could protest, he had her in his arms, carrying her over to the enormous bed as he said something else in his native language. Amanda still had no idea what he was saying, but by the soft look in his eyes, her heart fell a bit more in love with him. Then he made love to her in a slow, thorough way that had her shuddering with pleasure over and over again!

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