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at my ass.
    His fingers traced the line of my thong then slid underneath the elastic, pressing deliciously against my wet flesh. I moaned with pleasure. His expert fingers circled my clitoris, and I began to pant.
    “I could make you come like this, would you like that?”
    Before I could respond his thumb slid between my folds, slipping easily into my wet opening. I groaned and pushed back against him.
    The high heels made my ass stick up higher in the air, and my legs trembled to support me as his fingers flicked across my most sensitive spot.
    His lips were close to my ear as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
    I groaned, lost in the pleasurable sensations as his slippery fingers kept up their assault.
    Then I felt the tip of his erection nudge my opening. At the same time, his fingers doubled their pace, flickering back and forth over my clitoris. He pushed himself inside me hard, filling me fast. I cried out with shock. He didn’t stop. He flexed his hips and picked up the tempo and I tilted my hips back, grinding into him.
    My hips jerked and bucked as the tightness built inside me.
    “Harder,” I breathed, and he pounded into me. His muscular thighs hit the backs of my legs as he drove himself into me.
    “You look so hot in those shoes,” he said, gripping my hips and forcing my body back onto him.
    His deep, sexy voice sent me crazy as he thrust into me, my breasts swaying as he claimed me.
    I tightened my grip on the sheets and cried out as the sensations peaked inside me. I couldn’t hold back anymore and my orgasm ripped through me, my internal muscles clenching around him.
    I heard Benjamin groan as he came, jerking his hips into me for the last time.
    Afterwards, I lay with my head on his shoulder, absently stroking his chest. His arm was wrapped around me, draped over my back, his hand resting on my hip. His breathing grew deep and more regular. I knew he was falling asleep, so I took the chance to study him. It seemed odd to call a man beautiful, but that was how he looked lying there. Dark shadow on his jaw line. Those dark lashes. His smooth skin. Everything about him was perfect.
    No matter what happened in the future I knew I was going to get hurt. It might hurt less in the long run if I ended things early, but I knew I didn’t have the willpower to do that.
    He might never grow to love me, but he was fond of me, perhaps that would be enough. Until he found someone new.
    He murmured in his sleep and reached out his other arm, pulling me close. I snuggled into him, smelling his warm skin. I kissed his cheek, but he didn’t stir.
    The phone rang making me jolt. Benjamin woke and rubbed his bleary eyes. He gave me a sleepy grin as he reached for the telephone beside the bed.
    I lay on my bed, staring up at the moulded pattern on the ceiling as he spoke on the phone.
    After he hung up, I turned to him and asked, “Work?”
    He shook his head. “Lady Vastor. She’s keen to get started on the portrait, but Lord Vastor wants to return to the country. They have an estate in Hampshire. I told her you would be happy to do the portrait there.”
    I sat up. “In Hampshire?”
    “Yes,” Benjamin said and then frowned. “Is that a problem?”
    I stared down at him, furious. “I would have preferred you to ask me first, rather than agreeing with Lady Vastor. I’m not a chess piece you can push around.”
    I wrapped my arms around my body.
    He rubbed a hand over his face. “Don’t you want to do the portrait?”
    “That’s not the point,” I snapped.
    He pulled himself into a sitting position, the sheet slipping down his torso, revealing that sexy chest. I averted my eyes and gritted my teeth.
    “I don’t understand what the problem is, Kate. If you don’t want the job, we’ll cancel, you can stay here.”
    I did want the job. I couldn’t afford to lose it, but I was still mad at him. I knew deep down it wasn’t about this. I wasn’t angry at him. I was angry at myself for getting