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his big
hands so that she was staring up into his deep brown eyes. They were darkly
seductive, beckoning with hot promise, and they filled her vision so that she
felt as though she were drowning in them. His thumb stroked her lower lip
gently. “But I haven’t kissed you yet, Katherine. I haven’t tasted that
luscious mouth of yours.”
    Katherine blinked. “You haven’t.” She’d
not dwelled on it, but now that he mentioned it seemed absurd. She’d shown him
the most private areas of her body, allowed him to touch her, and he’d never
even kissed her. Her heart pounded as he angled her head properly, then pressed
his lips firmly against hers. He seduced with soft, tender kisses, tiny nips
that sent shivers down her spine, and strokes of his tongue that had her
opening her mouth willingly. He slid his tongue in and out, rubbing it against
her own tongue and the roof of her mouth, and the motion was overtly sexual,
mimicking the act. He nipped her tongue between his teeth and sucked on it,
enticing a moan from her.
    “So sweet,” he growled against her lips,
pulling back slightly. “So innocent. Haven’t you been with a man before?”
    “Very few times, Master,” she admitted
softly, her eyes drifting away from his. “And it has been a long time.”
    He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet
his gaze, which was surprisingly gentle. “Then this will be a night to
remember, for both of us. I will take great pleasure in your sexual awakening.
And I promise, you will too.”
    The limo came to a stop, and Katherine
looked over Mark’s head and out the window to see the lighted front steps of
what looked to be an apartment complex. Or maybe it was a hotel—it looked
far more elegant than any complex she’d ever seen, but she knew Mark lived in
Chicago so she didn’t understand why he’d live in a hotel anyway.
    “Good evening, Mr. Donaldson,” the man at
the front desk greeted him as they walked into the foyer. His grey eyes passed
over Katherine with no comment. She supposed he saw women come and go often
enough.
    “Evening, Richard.”
    They rode the elevator up to the top
floor, and stepped right into an anteroom. Her eyes took in the arched ceiling,
the marble floor, the tastefully decorated walls as he took her hand and led
her to the French doors on the other side. The entered a thirty-foot living
room with vaulted ceilings, lapis lazuli fireplace and a seemingly endless
stretch of glass walls that offered a panoramic view of the city.
    “This is a penthouse, isn’t it?” she
asked, her eyes trailing up a curving staircase that led to another set of
French doors she could only imagine led to his bedroom.
    “Two floors, fifteen rooms,” he answered,
smiling a little at the look of awe on her face. “Do you like it?”
    “It’s gorgeous.” Her eyes settled on the
dark brown leather couch in front of the fire place, and she wandered over to
it, her lust momentarily put at bay by the sheer amount of wealth being thrust
in her face. Her hands slid along the buttery soft leather as she sat down. “I
would love to curl up right here with a blanket in front of the fire with a
book during the winter. It would be just right.”
    He smiled as he joined her on the couch.
“I like curling up on here with a woman even more.” His eyes gleamed, igniting
the banked coals of her desire once more. “I’m going to get something from
upstairs. When I come back, I expect you to have your dress and shoes off.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    She watched him walk up the staircase,
admiring the way his suit seemed to flow around his powerful body, and licked
her lips. Only when the doors had closed did she stand up and slowly tug off
her dress. It seemed absurd since he’d already seen her naked, but she was
still a bit self-conscious. She placed her dress and shoes off to the side,
and, standing only in the thong he’d bought her, looked around. A motion caught
her eye and she looked to see her reflection in the windows.