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Querdio , what are you doing here?”
    I desperately needed a nap and to refresh my makeup before I saw him. I wanted to look my best for him.
    “I couldn’t wait to see you.”
    “You saw me earlier, Mr. Hart,” I cooed, easing closer.
    “Yes, with the other staff, but now we’re truly alone. I wake up in the middle of the night to the sensual scent of your mocha fragrance, and our combined heady scent after we’ve made love. I missed having you in my bed, Bella!”
    Effortlessly, he tugged my coat collar.
    Our dazed eyes locked. We smiled like two people who couldn’t get enough of the other. Teasingly, his wicked tongue outlined my upper than lower lips until I opened and he swept inside. The kissed was a hello kiss, which quickly moved into much more. His tongue was at his best, stroking a fire that curled down to my belly, and slowly moved down to that place Drake enjoyed visiting every chance he got.
    I was right there with Drake, tasting his hunger, and thirsty for his touch. He was a fiery aphrodisiac I couldn’t live without. The demanding thrusts of his heated tongue had me trembling within seconds of our tongues meeting. Savoring the taste of him, I drank from his passion, needing it as much as the air I breathed, and food to nourish my body. Our tongues began to mate as our lower bodies had done the very last time we thirsted for one another.
     
    It was a Sunday evening after Drake and I returned from Alberto’s. The restaurant nourished our stomachs and now our sexual appetite needed to be fed as well. In his home, we succumbed to our raging desires like two horny teenagers. We got as far as the living room floor. Quickly, we ripped at the other’s clothing, and didn’t stop until the last sinful thrust of Drake’s steel, rocked into my clenching pussy. Minutes later, I came down from my second mind-blowing orgasm.
     
    “Bella, I want you!” Drake brought me back to the present.
    He lifted me onto his lap.
    I turned to the driver who eased the limo into oncoming traffic. His eyes were glued on the road ahead and not on what might be happening in the back. Obviously, Drake intended to seduce me in the backseat of the limo.
    Drake pressed a button on the inside panel of his door to communicate to the driver.
    “Aidan, take the long route home,” he ordered.
    “Yes, sir,” he replied.
    Drake reached forward and poured me a glass of champagne and picked up his glass. “I want to toast to the first of many Valentine’s Days together, Bella.”
    We clicked our glasses together. Drake chugged back his champagne and swallowed it down quickly. I took a sip of mine. The bubbly would make me sleepy, and I wanted to be fully alert this evening.
    “Is there something wrong with your champagne?” Drake asked after seeing my glass still full.
    “It’s a little bitter,” I replied. “I’d prefer a glass of wine.”
    “Would you like white or red, Chardonnay or Merlot? The bar is fully stocked. What’s your pleasure this evening,” he said, in that sexy-bedroom voice of his.
    “I’m not thirsty for alcohol,” I cooed. I felt Drake’s arousal pulsating against my ass, and my body immediately reacted to him.
    Drake’s eyes shimmered like the Caribbean ocean and drew me in like a magnet.
    He chuckled. “Bella-Bella, you have on too much clothes.”
    He removed my coat and tossed it in the corner with his. His fingers quickly unbuttoned my blouse and he started to kiss my nipple right through the red lace bra.
    “What are you doing?” I groaned.
    “Foreplay…I’m seducing my woman.” He pushed my left ring finger into his mouth and slid it in and out slowly, several times, and mimicked how I’d given him head the last time we made love. He sucked my finger until I felt my feminine bud clench him as if he was already buried deep inside of my womb.
    I squirmed against his lap, feening for him like an addict thirsting for drugs. Drake was my drug. I inhaled his arousal. The heat emanating