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    He turned them around so that she was pressed against the wall, then he tilted her hips, giving himself deeper access to her body. She scraped her nails down his back, clutched his buttocks and drew him in. He tightened, and his blood roared in his ears as he felt everything in his world center on this one woman.
    He called her name as he came. She tightened around him and he looked down into her eyes as he kept thrusting. He saw her eyes widen and felt the minute contractions of her body around his as she was consumed by another orgasm.
    He rocked his hips against her until she stopped moving. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the underside of his chin.
    “Thank you.”
    “For what, ma petite? ”
    “For giving me this night. It’s like something out of one of my dreams.”
    With those words she brought him completely out of himself and into a place he’d been only once before. A place of vulnerability that he’d hoped never to find again.

Four
    T ristan carried her back into the villa. Sheri didn’t get a chance to look at the place though, as he carried her straight to the bedroom.
    He put her on her feet next to the bed.
    As she stood naked in front of him, he traced the strawberry birthmark on her right hip. She felt so vulnerable, standing with him looking at her. He’d refastened his pants and his shirt hung open, but he was still essentially dressed and she was naked.
    She crossed her arms over herself, one across her breasts, the other over her lower body.
    “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice deeper than normal, his French accent more pronounced.
    “I’m not…”
    “Not what?”
    “I look better with clothes on,” she said at last.
    He shook his head. “Not those baggy frocks you wear in the office.”
    “You don’t like the way I look at work?”
    He traced his finger over the edge where her right arm covered her breasts. His finger dipped beneath her arm to caress the upper curves of her breast. “I like the way you look. It is those frumpy clothes you wear that I don’t like.”
    “Frumpy?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m not good with fashion,” she said, not sure why she was telling him this. In the darkened bedroom, with her body still tingling from the incredible orgasms he’d helped her achieve, she felt oddly relaxed. If only she was wearing something. “Why don’t you take your shirt off?”
    “Would you like me to?”
    “Yes, definitely.”
    He shrugged out of it, and she reached for it before he could toss it aside. She put her arms in the sleeves, but he held the two sides open. “I like you naked.”
    “I feel too exposed.”
    “Why?”
    She felt more vulnerable now than she had just a second before. She just shrugged.
    He didn’t say anything else, just bent to trace her birthmark with his tongue. Could he want her again so soon?
    She couldn’t think as he stood back up and lifted her onto the bed. He slipped off his pants and underwear, then bent down to capture the tip of her breast in his mouth. He sucked her deep, his teeth lightly scraping against her sensitive flesh. His other hand played at her other breast arousing her, making her arch against him in need. Yes, he could.
    She reached between them and took his erection in her hand, bringing him closer to her, spreading her legs so that she was totally open to him. “I need you now.”
    He lifted his head. The tips of her breasts were damp from his mouth and very tight. He rubbed his chest over them as he slid deep into her body.
    She moved her hands down his back, cupping his butt as he thrust deeper into her. Their eyes met. Staring deep into his eyes made her feel as if their souls were meeting. She felt her body start to tighten around him, catching her by surprise. She climaxed before him. He gripped her hips, holding her down and thrusting into her two more times before he came with a loud groan of her name.
    He held her afterward, disposing of the condom but then pulling her