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appearing torn, but she knew she had him, that soon she’d have release. “I wanted us to finish dinner.”
    “I am finished with dinner, aren’t you? Forget your plan and take what you want,” she tempted, splaying her fingers lower, her nail dipping into the shaved rectangle guarding her privates.
    Gerard pushed his chair back and stood. The crotch of his designer pants pushed out, giving notice of just how much he wanted.
    “I want you, Gerard. Inside me. Filling me. Making me remember what it feels like to be a woman.”
    “Have you forgotten?”
    “Feminine pleasure is a faint dream that haunts my memories.” She cupped her breast, liking how his eyes zoomed in on the action. “Please fuck me.”
    He growled and replaced her hand with his. “I wanted to take things slow.”
    “We are not on the same page. I want you inside me, hard and fast, pounding me.” She arched her hips, brushing her sex against his bulging crotch.
    “Monty.” He pulled her to him, flattening her breasts against the crisp material of his shirt.
    His belt buckle ground into her stomach, but she didn’t care. Urges, strong and necessary, rushed through her, demanding she fulfill her body’s needs. She needed release.
    “Kiss me.”
    And then he was.
    Forgetting the thin layer of civility that coated the man who faced off with world leaders and war lords, Gerard’s hands took on a life of their own. His mouth crushed hers, battling for a control she wouldn’t let him find.
    She didn’t need or want his control.
    She clasped the cream material of his shirt and jerked, causing the buttons to shoot off in rapid succession. Pop. Pop. Pop.
    Sliding her hands beneath the gaping material, she shoved the shirt and his dinner jacket down his shoulders. Gerard shook the clothing free from his arms and the expensive fabric fell to the plush carpet.
    She’d forgotten what a beautiful body he had. Muscled, but not overly so, his smooth chest boasted definition most men would be proud to claim.
    Manly flesh filled her palms, and she kissed him. His mouth. The strong beat at his throat. His collarbone. His flat nipples. She licked and supped, tasting his salty skin.
    His hands gripped her shoulders. “You make me forget why I wanted to go slow.”
    She reached for his belt buckle. “I know what I want. You. Naked. Now.”
    Monty pulled his belt free a second time that night, tossed the expensive leather somewhere across the room, and immediately went for the waistband of his pants.
    He attempted to kiss her, but she pushed him away. With his assistance, she released him, took him in her hands and squeezed.
    “Do you have a condom?” she asked.
    Gerard’s jaw tightened and Monty gave his cock a jerk. Too bad if he thought he was doing her without protection. She wanted sex, but not enough to risk her life.
    “In the nightstand next to the bed where I planned to make love to you,” he ground out.
    Monty glanced at where his pants sagged at his ankles. “Don’t you keep one in your wallet?”
    His eyes danced with bedevilment and he nodded.
    She dived for his wallet and quickly removed the condom and sheathed him with the rubber barrier.
    “Will we be disturbed?” She hadn’t given much thought to his staff. Well, she’d given a lot of thought to his staff , but not his household help.
    “They wouldn’t dare.”
    “Good.” Monty wrapped a leg around his waist, guiding him inside her, not as deeply as she wanted, but the stretching sensation provided a wonderful start. “Very good.”
    Cupping her bottom, Gerard lifted her, set her on the table, knocking away anything in their way.
    He thrust, she hugged his hips with her legs, and his cock went deep.
    “Oh,” she cried. It had been too damned long since she’d felt a man between her legs.
    “You like that? I feel good in your hot pussy?”
    She met his thrust, welcoming his thick intrusion into her body. “Oh yes.”
    Sliding to the edge of the table, she positioned herself