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milked him, prolonging his orgasm for longer than he thought was possible, bringing him to unknown heights.
    Sated or not, and he”d never had a more earth shattering orgasm than with her, he couldn”t let go. Leaving her body was not an option. He shouldn”t have worried. She didn”t ask to be released, but rather she kept her arms and legs wrapped around him as if she didn”t want him to leave either.
    When he found the energy again to lift his head, he used it to look at her. She was more beautiful than before if that was even possible.
    Tenderly he brushed his lips to hers in a barely there kiss.
    “I hope you weren”t planning on getting any sleep tonight,” he whispered.
    Olivia gave him a promising smile. “I do my best work at night.”

CHAPTER EIGHT
    The minute Marcus awoke, he knew Olivia was gone. And with her his precious Vestal armband. She”d worn him out last night as if she”d wanted to set a record. It was well after three in the morning when he”d collapsed, unable to move another muscle. Within minutes he”d fallen asleep, his brain completely and utterly devoid of any coherent thought.
    He”d let his dick rule and turned into a perfect idiot. What on earth had given him the brilliant idea of letting her wear the armband? Had he completely lost his mind just because of the fabulous sex he”d had with her?
    There was a sucker born every minute, and he was one of them. He”d been sucked into her deception. It figured that she”d use sex to get what she wanted. And he”d made it easy for her too. Volunteering even. Frankly, if he was that stupid, he didn”t deserve any better.
    He”d wanted to teach her a lesson and instead, she”d taught him an even bigger one: never trust the woman in your bed.
    Marcus swung his legs out of bed and reached for the phone to report the theft to the police, then stopped in mid-motion. He could feel every single cell in his aching body. Aching, yes, but in a good way. The night and everything they”d done flashed in front of his eyes. What a woman!
    Sensual, adventurous, tender, hot, insatiable, and just plain amazing all in one.
    He picked up the phone and dialed.
    Just over an hour later Thomas was at his front door.
    “What are the police doing about it?” Thomas asked instead of a more conventional greeting.
    Marcus waved him into the kitchen and sat back down to finish his breakfast.
    “Tea?”
    “Sure. So, what did they say? Is she a known entity?” Thomas took his cup and added milk before he took a sip.
    “I haven”t called the police.”
    Thomas involuntarily spewed tea from his mouth. “You what? Are you crazy? She could be anywhere by now!”
    Undeterred by his friend”s outburst, Marcus used his napkin to wipe up. “I”m not going to involve the police. I gave my word.”
    “Have you gone bonkers? You gave your word to a thief?”
    Thomas looked at him as if he”d gone off the deep end. He hadn”t, at least not yet. He had an axe to grind with her, but he wanted to be the one doing the grinding, not the police.
    “You know what she looks like, so you”ll be helping me find her.”
    “And how do you propose we do that? We have nothing to go by.”
    Marcus shook his head. “Au contraire. She has an art history degree. We”ll start with the colleges in London. With your connections to practically every academic in this town, it shouldn”t be too hard to find out who she is. She”s young, probably under thirty, so we won”t have to go further back than seven or eight years. She said her name is Olivia.”

    Thomas exhaled pointedly. “Quid lucrum istic mihi est?”
    “Does there always have to be something in it for you?” Marcus answered.
    “You know what I”m after.”
    Marcus knew all too well. Thomas coveted a particular artifact connected to the ruins of Machu Picchu which Marcus owned. Thomas had been trying to convince him for months to sell it to him.
    “Deal.”
    “Let”s get to work then,” Thomas