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the back of his hard thighs, encased in the polished cotton pants, against her legs.

    She felt completely open, completely vulnerable to this hard, tough, highly dangerous man who would never hurt her.

    His penis was like a hard, hot club inside her.

    He was huge. When they made love, his foreplay lasted forever because he wanted to make sure she could take him without pain. He’d been able to enter her in one stroke only because she’d been so excited and so very wet.

    She pulsed around him, another hard pull of her vagina and he winced.

    “Not yet, my love.”

    “Not yet, my love.”

    The words ran around her empty head, not making much sense. But there was only one answer to her husband. “Okay,” she panted.

    Grace lifted herself, eyes closing as she felt him lengthen even further, something that should have been impossible. Already it felt as if he were reaching up into her heart.

    She pulsed around him again and felt him jerk inside her.

    “Wait!” He moved around on top of her doing something that pushed him even further inside her.

    A shoe thumped on the floor, coupled with a huge thump of her heart. Her entire body stilled, centered totally on where he was inside her, so hot and heavy.

    Moving on her, in her, another thump and she exploded in a climax, writhing under him, clinging to him with her arms and legs as she clenched around him explosively, pulling hard on his penis with her internal muscles.

    Her back arched and sounds came out of her mouth, animal sounds, sounds almost of pain while the firebomb of heat kept her pulsing against him, clenching rhythmically, shaking with the intensity of it.

    Finally, the pulses died down, became less intense, less on the knife’s edge of pain. Became a sensual pleasure, like rocking on an endless warm ocean. And then stopped.

    She was coated with sweat from head to toe, utterly incapable of thought, incapable even of directing her muscles. Her arms fell to her sides, her legs opened, no longer able to cling to his hips.

    She relaxed utterly, rocking on that endless ocean, simply breathing and enjoying the aftershocks of intense please.

    Finally, she was able to open her eyes, only to find his dark brown eyes staring into hers from less than an inch away. He was so close she could feel the wash of his breath over her face.

    He smiled, a slow curling of his lips that made her toes curl.

    “A h, my love. If you climaxed that hard when I took off my shoes, what’s going to happen when I take off my pants?”

    Sydney, Australia

    The next day

    Drake stood at the huge picture window of the luxury penthouse apartment he’d rented. It had been expensive, but that was nothing. A s a matter of fact, if this trip went well, and Grace enjoyed herself, there might be other trips to Sydney and he would buy this apartment or one like it.

    They wouldn’t come often. It is not good to tempt fate, as the A mericans said. Maybe twice a year. He could just buy this flat under an assumed name and keep it for their use.

    Because, well, Grace was excited and happy, and next to keeping her safe, that was his priority.

    The apartment wasn’t a fortress like his penthouse in Manhattan had been. The windows weren’t bullet-resistant, as they had been in Manhattan. The truth was, though, that with all his security in Manhattan—the armed guards 24/7, the elaborate electronic sensor system, the bulletproof windows—it hadn’t been enough to keep him safe.

    The assassin’s attack had almost taken his life and would have if not for Grace, who’d saved him.

    New York had been dangerous for him in a way Sydney was not.

    New York was a nexus for the kind of men who bought what he had had to sell. No doubt there was some kind of arms trade in Sydney but it was small scale and didn’t involve the major global players.
    He should know. He’d been at the top of the pile.

    He looked out over the exquisite harbor, the brilliant setting sun painting everything with