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and a slender face that looked like a picture she’d once seen in a textbook of an ancient Byzantine king.
    The others were convinced he had to know a lot about pleasing a woman, as old as he was. That he had to know dark, ancient techniques when only a look could make their flesh burn for him. But she’d never actually heard of him taking a lover.
    The only thing he inspired in Pia was a major case of the willies.
    For one thing, the man never smiled. His mouth was beautiful, perfectly symmetrical, curved at the corners like he’d been a man who smiled a lot—while he’d lived. Sitting in his study in his large, leather armchair, the center of his mouth had formed a straight line. Betraying no hint of emotion, he’d talked about the human who served as the only impediment to the Masters’ plan to extend their reach into southern Florida.
    And his dark eyes never seemed to blink. She’d stared transfixed the few times she’d been in his presence, waiting for him to lower his lids or do something that would make him seem the least bit—well, human…like.
    “So, if he’s such a problem, why don’t Dylan or Quentin handle him?” she’d asked, after gathering her courage.
    “They are our diplomats. They must remain blameless. Besides, their wives care about this human.”
    “Do they know you’re sending someone?”
    “Yes, that’s why I offered you the option of seducing him.” He waved a negligent hand. “Otherwise, I’d have said, turn him or kill him.”
    “Oh.” She looked down at her hands and realized she was clutching them together so tightly her knuckles were white. She unclasped them and wiped off the sweat from her palms onto her slacks.
    Raising her gaze, she found him watching her curiously, like a bug beneath a microscope, his palms pressed together and fingers steepled under his chin.
    She took a deep breath. “Do they know I’m the one you want to send?”
    “They are not to be apprised of my plan,” he said, his words clipped. “They don’t even know things are already underway. It’s best this way.”
    “Quentin might not be too happy to see me,” she said, working her way up to broaching the subject that really bothered her about this assignment.
    “Quentin has softened since his marriage. I doubt he still holds a grudge.”
    If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn there was a smile in his voice. “Well, if you’re certain I’m right for this job…”
    “You’ll be perfect,” he’d said, his gaze boring holes into her. “Try seduction…first.”
    With her ass in the air and Max’s lips trailing kisses across her bottom, Pia wondered who was doing the seducing here.
    When his tongue laved the hot skin of her swollen labia, she forgot about Navarro, forgot about her assignment. Her whole world narrowed to the glide of Max’s talented tongue.
    He licked and fluttered, teasing her with shallow inward strokes that had her lifting her bottom to follow the motion. “I need more. This is torture,” she said, her voice sounding thin to her own ears.
    His response was to blow a stream of cooling air over her, and then he pressed apart her lips to direct another cool stream at her opening.
    Her thighs and buttocks trembled with her excitement. “Max! I thought this was going to be fast.”
    “It will be,” he murmured. “Are you complaining?” His lips closed over her hooded clitoris, sucked and released.
    She released a shaky breath. “’Course not,” she grumbled. “You’d just go slower.”
    “Smart girl. Are you ready for a new adventure?” The pointed tip of his tongue dipped into her anus.
    She yelped in surprise. “What are you doing?”
    “You don’t like that?” His tongue fluttered like the wing of a butterfly.
    “That’s not the point.” She groaned. Was he trying to thoroughly embarrass her?
    “That was the point —shall I prove it to you again?”
    “Why don’t you go back to being tall, dark, and mute?”
    “So you’re saying