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The crackle of the fire was the only noise in the roohed, shocked at the sexy giggle that sounded so unlike her ‘Not to your taste?’

‘Absolutely not’ His hands caressed her thighs, teased around her lace panties, and she tried hard not to close her eyes, not to allow her knees to buckle with pleasure ‘This, however, is’

‘You are a wicked man, Maximiliano Martinez’ The unintended soft purr of her voice had an instant reaction on hihtened

‘Very wicked’ He slid her dress a little higher and kissed a trail up one thigh and then down the other

‘Max,’ she whispered, consu tide of desire

He paused and looked up at her ‘Come here’ There was unmistakable command in his voice but it was so sexy, so erotic

She knelt down on the soft rug as his ars as he knelt down Her dress ruched high up her thighs as she followed her instinct and hs, pushing the dress up higher until his hands cupped her buttocks, pressing her inti and it hat she wantedhim how much she loved him

‘Max,’ she gasped and let her head fall back as pleasure rushed over her

‘Whatever else happens between us, ays have this, don’t we, Lisa?’ The words were heavily accented and husky and she didn’t care what he meant, didn’t want to think about that now

She looked down at him, so close to him she could feel his breath on her face, feel that it was as ragged as hers Words evaded her as his dark eyes, laden with desire, met hers Words weren’t needed now She would show him what they had, that it could be ly she kissed his face, anywhere but his lips, until he took hold of her face between his hands and kissed her so hard, so passionately she groaned with pleasure, the sound muffled by the pressure of his lips

He stopped kissing her, looking deep into her eyes Was he seeing her love? Could he feel it, taste it? Without taking his eyes from her, he lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it up as she put her ar him to pull the soft knitted fabric over her head and off, leaving her wearing only her bra and panties