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‘So, but she didn’t move

‘See what?’ Cristiano stroked her thigh again, letting his fingers slide just that little bit higher Her skin felt like cool silk ‘We’re just sitting here, chatting’ And, fro Their bodies blocked the view of Cristiano’s hand where it was inching inexorably higher

‘Maybe, but…’ Laurel shifted, giving hireater access—intentionally or not? Cristiano didn’t know and he wondered if Laurel even knew This was new territory for her and, he was realising more and more, new territory for him Which made him all the more deter Incredible sex and nothing more

‘But what?’ Cristiano proher, to the warasp as he stroked her knowingly

‘But…’ Her voice trailed away as her eyes fluttered closed and she slouched in her seat, helpless to do anything but respond to his touch Desire and triuh him in a primal, possessive wave

‘But nothing,’ Cristianobut this’

‘May I refresh your chane?’

The bright, chirpy voice of the flight attendant had Laurel freezing, her eyes snapping open as she stared at the wos parted

Cristiano withdrew his hand and straightened, giving the wolass ‘Why not?’ he said They could finish what they’d started when they reached Paris Although his body ached with the need to slake hi satisfaction would be a delicious torment for them both

Laurel straightened, pulling her dress down, then taking a sip of her cha to restore her co very often?’ she asked unsteadily, and Cristiano hesitated

Was she going to be jealous about the other women he’d had, insecure because of his experience and the lack of her own? But if he admitted that he hadn’t done this before—that he never did anything that threatened his control of a situation, that she was the only one who made him act in a way he never would have expected—would she then assume that she was different from all the rest? That he would be different with her?

‘Not very often,’ he answered with a wicked sne Laurel nodded and sipped her own chane, and Cristiano could tell his answer disappointed her, if just a little

But it was important to remind her that this was an affair, teeks of fantastic sex and absolutely no strings Hell, Cristiano acknowledged lass, it seemed he needed the reminder as well

CHAPTER TWELVE

LAUREL GAZED OUT of theof her bedrooht settled softly over the City of Lights They’d arrived several hours ago, and from the moment she’d stepped off the plane to now she’d been paed and, yes, made love to

They’d taken a lie had personally escorted them to the luxurious suite that Cristiano reserved for his personal use As soon as the door had closed behind hirily as if it had been ether

And yet Laurel was hungry for him, ravenous, especially after the appetiser he’d teased her with on the plane Just the her while people near thene

In the hotel suite he’d backed her towards the bedroo down the zip of her dress in one fluida single stride Laurel had walked backwards sloearing only her bra and pants, her eyes glued to Cristiano as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it

She didn’t think she’d ever tire of looking at hied muscles of his abdomen; the bronzed, burnished skin; the flare of heat in those silvery eyes She could hardly believe that a man like this, a man who radiated such a powerful sexual charisma, wanted her