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Whoo-boy did the man define passion He couldn’t keep his hands off her Not only in the privacy of their condo, but he always had to be touching her in some way in public The hard-eyed sensei who eschewed PDA at home embraced it fully here, which had been a welcome surprise, because she noticedof day four dawned rainy, so they’d explored the Nishiki Market, where restaurants and individuals could purchase locally produced Japanese food ites for theross--Amery wasn’t a fan of ferh the stalls, she wondered how the food vendors would react if they knew they were serving their wares to an Okada Foods heir Okada food trucks were everywhere throughout Kyoto But as usual, Ronin did nothing to reveal who he was How the ant and yet so humble continually baffled her
But she knew he used his connections to secure a table at the best restaurant in Kyoto for them Then he surprised her with tickets to Kabuki Theater Afterward they ended up in a raucous nightclub and got sucked in by the energy of the techno oers Fueled with a few potent cocktails, they found theainst each other in theher hotthat fantastic body like a world-class stripper et the fuck out of there
They left the club i her to the bus stop; instead they cut through the alley behind the building that abutted a wooded area
"Is this a shortcut back to the condo?"
"No" He ducked beneath a canopy of kudzu vines, pulling her along behind hiainst his front and tipped her head to the side to get at her neck "I am out ofme in the club" His lips teased her ear while his hands squeezed her hips "Sweet Jesus, woman What you do to hter can move like that?" she said huskily and swayed her hips side to side, raising her arms above her head
"Oh, I know exactly hoell you et hoainst me when I’m buried inside you"
"And if sorowl burrowed into her ear and sent little spikes of need buzzing across her skin
His rough-skinned hand slipped beneath the herab the back of the bench"
The concrete bit into her pales of his body In the stillness she heard the soft whoosh as his pants hit the ground She canted her hips and waited breathlessly for that first heated touch of his skin to hers
Ronin hiked her skirt up, pulled her panties aside, and plowed into her
Amery didn’t care who heard her cry out at that first deliciously hard thrust Or the second Or the third Then he slowed doiveling his hips and rocking his pelvis, fucking her in the overpoweringly sensual way that reed to him
Afterward, he kissed her Possessively Decisively Then his mouth formed a smirk and he whispered, "Thirteen"
Chapter Three
While Amery snapped pictures of whatever struck her fancy on the crowded street, Ronin ducked into one of Kyoto’s famous textile houses and picked up the yukata he’d ordered for her
Throughout their last day exploring the city, he’d kept the sexual tension high--toeing that line between anticipation and frustration