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the handle. "Let me in."
    Lila tilted her head, the rest of her mouth joining in on the smile. A moment's panic filled his chest at the thought that she would not allow him inside. He scanned the door frame. She had replaced not only the chewed up weather stripping but the entire screen door. She had probably installed better locks, too.
    "Lila, let's not allow a bad start to ruin a good thing." He dropped his hand to his side and forced the fingers to unclench. "I'm ready to make you a very generous offer."
    She looked down -- not submissively at the floor but at the tip of her pert nose, as if she were looking down it at him. He stretched his neck to one side then the other, the vertebrae cracking to relieve the tension that had built since he resolved to visit her again.
    "Those others willing to pay, do you expect that they'll make you cum or care if you do?"
    Her gaze lifted, blue eyes meeting and challenging gray. His cock turned to stone, every inch of his length and width wanting her, the veins bulging outward in search of her pliant mouth. He looked down at her feet, losing his impending sales pitch for a second as he appreciated the strappy red sandals that bit into her flesh.
    A vision of binding her with thin red leather exploded inside his head. He braced one arm against the doorframe, his attention never leaving her rounded calves.
    "You should be walking on marble floors." He nodded, the slow bob reminiscent of a child promising he wouldn't sneak downstairs and unwrap his Christmas presents before morning. "You should sleep on down and silk, have furs covering your naked body."
    His eyelids fluttered, his lips staying open but continuing to move soundlessly. Closing his eyes, his tongue pushed against his top teeth, the need to suck on her plump, polished toes forcing a drop of pre-cum to escape his rigid shaft.
    "Let me do that for you," he finished, his body lightly weaving. "Let me give you a temple of marble and furs and worship you."
    Long seconds passed with no sound from Lila. When he opened his eyes and looked at her face, he found her expression guarded except for her mouth. She couldn't control the quiver of the bottom lip. He thought for a second that anger fueled its tremble, but the shadow across her blue irises told him otherwise.
    "Who are you waiting for?" he asked.
    She shook her head.
    Did that mean no one or that she wouldn't tell him?
    "I'll wait for him to arrive," he threatened.
    The quiver stopped, her lips softening. "I wasn't expecting anyone -- most of all you."
    She fingered along the inside of the screen, down near the handle. It was a tease. When her gaze lifted from the latch to his, the shadow had passed, the earnest, faded blue almost burning his skin.
    "I'm not letting you in."
    "Not here," he argued. "Here isn't good enough for you. Let me show you what you deserve and it's yours for a year, whether you let me in or not."
    Her thick, naturally arched brows lifted with a moment's interest, but she didn't say "yes."
    "Please, Lila."
    A nod was all she gave him before the door shut in his face once more.
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    Exhibiting a disinterest he didn't feel, Warren watched Lila from the corner of one eye as she toured the penthouse he had leased. She had it for a year, all costs covered, whether or not she allowed him inside again.
    True to his offer, the floors were a beige-gold marble, the deep scarlet furnishings sexy but elegant. They would be even sexier with her on them.
    Dropping his act, he turned and watched her openly. A dark emerald kimono dress hugged her voluptuous frame, ending just below her knees. Matching satin slippers protected her feet from the cold marble. Following at a short distance, he inhaled the scent perfuming the air behind her. Heavy like Lila, deep and intoxicating, the aroma lifted his hands from where they pressed against his sides, made them reach forward and accelerated his pace to close the gap between his body and hers.
    His touch