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  “What about it? That one’s finished, remember?” What was he up to?

  “I think it would look better if it was repainted blue-and-white checkered.”

  “No way.” That wasn’t going to happen.

  “I’m the boss.”

  “In this case, I’m the boss because we don’t have time to repaint the Shelby.” That should slide a bur under his saddle.

  “How about just the stripes? I want you to repaint them in a blue-and-white-checkered pattern. You could get started on it tonight.” His lips twitched.

  “No. I want all the cars to sell, and your idea stinks. It would look horrible. The only car I’m going to stray away from the standard color is the Diablo. That one will be interesting. But not the others.”

  “I love it when you stand up to me.”

  “Keep picking at me, and I’ll keep standing up to you.” He really could be fun to be around at times.

  Just when she placed a bite of pie in her mouth, Duncan said, “I found out today that my little spitfire has a heart.”

  Choking, she sputtered. “What?”

  “You encouraged Candice away from the Viper that could have gotten her killed and guided her toward the Shelby that she’s less likely to wreck or get hurt in. That was nice of you.”

  A picture of her lying to Candice about Duncan’s dick jumped before her eyes making her guiltily ask, “What all did you hear me tell Candice?”

  “That was all. Your brother and I were talking about getting the rear spoiler for the Ferrari ordered. Why? Did you two have any interesting conversations I need to know about?”

  Sagging with relief, she sank back into her chair and said, “No, not really. She seemed like a nice person. Maybe she’ll buy the Shelby.” Anya quickly finished her dessert. “I guess I better get back to the apartment. I need to get an early start tomorrow. Please tell the cook I loved it.”

  Getting up, she quickly headed for the door.

  He was on her faster than an unhappy demon could cast a spell. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he whispered into her ear, “We’re not done yet. I promised your brother I’d show you a good time, and that’s just what I plan to do.”

  She smugly answered him with a grin, “I’ll scream if you don’t let go of me.”

  Cocking his head to the side, he listened.

  The sound of a door shutting and a lock sliding into place made Anya jump in his arms.

  “The sound of my back door closing means we’re all alone. Why don’t you take a few deep breaths, relax, and enjoy my company?” His voice was husky with passion.

  The sexy sound wrapped around her and seeped into her nerves like a calming shot of amber-colored whiskey.

  “I–I don’t think I can.” She felt nervous, anxious, and soothed all at the same time. Should she give in to him? He was handsome, and she was attracted to him more than any man she’d ever met. She’d also talked to him a lot over the last eight weeks and gotten to know him a lot better in the last six weeks, so it wasn’t like she didn’t know anything about him. He had proven himself to be kind to others, he was smart, and she enjoyed his company. Joey did this kind of stuff all the time, so she could do it, too, right?

  Nuzzling her ear, he poetically whispered, “Time waits for no one, my pretty little Anya, so wondrously sweet and fair. Come to my bed where there is an abundance of passionate bliss to share.”

  Her dark velvet eyes were full of indecision. His words replayed in her mind. Time waits for no one. She sure wasn’t getting any younger. Abundance of passionate bliss to share. Why not? She was very attracted to him. Hell, her nipples hardened just at the sight of him. He could possibly teach her things she’d never even dreamed of.

  “That’s it, Anya, relax. Let’s focus on the marvelous sensations coursing through our bodies.” His voice was low and soft.

  Sliding his hand up her body, he gently cupped the back of her head and drew her mouth to his. Anya shivered when he pressed his lips into hers. She lost herself in the feel and taste of him. Parting her mouth with his, he dipped his tongue in and out of her sweet honeyed haven, causing a low moan to escape her throat. Hesitantly, she moved her lips against his, and her small frame melted into his large sturdier one, tingling sensations shot through her when he moaned in response.

  Lifting her up, he murmured against her lips, “Lock your legs around my hips.”

  She quickly did what he asked and was taken by surprise when one of his arms cupped her butt, helping hold her up while the other arm wrapped around her shoulders. Keeping her pressed firmly against him, he kissed her senseless as he took her upstairs to his bedroom. Her stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation.

  Entering his room, Duncan crossed to the king-sized bed. He gently laid her down, never breaking the kiss. His hands started making quick work of unbuttoning her work shirt. Breaking the kiss, he looked down to see where the clasp on her bra was. He grinned. In the front—sweet. “I love these kinds of bras.” With one flick of his fingers, the bra popped open. Would he think her breasts were ugly? An ugly duckling is what most people seemed to think she was. Did he like ducks? She hoped so. He was making her feel so good she didn’t want to stop.

  “Mmmm, your breasts are creamy white with light dusky pink nipples. You are so beautiful.” Leaning forward, he took one blush-colored peak into his mouth. Moaning, he seemed to savor the taste and feel of it. Her nipple stiffened under the swirling of his tongue. His other hand busily palmed and kneaded her other breast.

  Heat shot through her body, and it felt wonderful. A shiver ran through her when he pressed a knee between hers, spreading her legs. New sensations were playing havoc with her emotions. Duncan was making her feel better than racing a Ferrari, and that confused her because she’d thought that was the best feeling in the world. What else could she have been wrong about?

  Her heart sped up, and her thoughts came back to him when she felt his hand glide slowly down across her soft belly then on down to the snap on her cargo pants. Damn, why hadn’t she asked Joey about sex? If she had, she wouldn’t be so surprised at everything Duncan was doing to her now. Knowing the basics hadn’t prepared her for the sizzling emotions she was now savoring.

  The snap of her pants coming undone sounded like a clap of thunder to her ears.

  Hooking his fingers through her pants and panties, he urged her on. “Raise your hips, baby.” As soon as she did, he smoothly pulled her clothes off, leaving her exposed to his fiery gaze.

  She was starting to feel uncomfortable under his intense stare. Was she too ugly for him to want to continue? Maybe he didn’t like ducks after all. He was probably used to beautiful, graceful swans.

  He groaned in pleasure. “Your pink pussy is smooth and hair-free, just the way I like it. Eating pussy is much better this way.”

  Mind reeling, she lay there stunned that he thought she was beautiful, and he wanted to eat her down there. Maybe he’d had too much wine at dinner. She could handle that. It was working to her benefit. Whatever it took to keep him going, she was good with it. Her thoughts quickly shifted back to what he was doing to her at the first new touch of his hands.

  “So perfect.” His words whispered across her heated flesh.

  She moaned lightly as he leaned down and ran his hands lightly from the tops of her breasts to her soft creamy thighs, then slowly back up her inner thighs to the junction of her legs. With a feather-light touch, he explored her sweet secret place. A shudder rippled through her when his finger rasped across her clit.

  Desire jolted through her when he continued to stroke her pussy. No one had ever touched her there. It felt exhilarating. She writhed under his highly skilled touch. His fingers were caressing her soft folds, sending torrents of pleasure raining down on her trembling flesh.

  Licking his lips, he positioned himself comfortably between her thighs then placed tiny kisses on each inner thigh. “I have to taste you.”

  She moaned and shivered as his head lowered. After kissi
ng her trembling entrance, he darted his tongue into her body then swirled it round and round. Moving his tongue from inside her sweet little hole to the outside edges of it, he started whirling his tongue in a circular motion across her nether lips where he circled her cunt over and over again. Sparks of pure bliss burned at her core, making her squirm in his arms. She moaned loudly and grabbed fistfuls of silk sheets. Slowly, oh, so slowly, he was killing her one lick at a time.

  Gazing up at her, his eyes were full of awe. “Beautiful. That’s how you look in the throes of passion. So fucking beautiful.”

  As if knowing she was ready to travel down ecstasy’s road, he moved his mouth to her delicate bundle of nerves and sucked them in. As he lightly sucked her swollen clit, he flicked it with his tongue.

  Every muscle in her body suddenly tightened in anticipation of something, she knew not what. One more suck, and it hit her like an out-of-control race car hitting the track wall at 200 miles per hour. Sensations, wonderful sensations, slammed into her. Her body arched off the bed as gold lights danced in front of her eyes. Little shock waves continued to pulse through her as her body came back down to rest on the bed.

  Legs open wide, she lay there staring at the ceiling in a love-drunken daze. So wonderful.

  Needing his own satisfaction, Duncan quickly shed his pants then positioned himself between her thighs. “I’m about to make you feel even better, baby.”

  Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched him move into position between her thighs. He looked so intense as he let desire have its way. He thrust his cock deeply into her wet, hot pussy. On his second thrust, her eyes widened for a moment in pain as he took her virginity. Her body tightened in protest. To her relief, the pain quickly faded and was replaced with new pleasant feelings of being one with Duncan.

  His body stilled on top of hers. Was he done? Was that it? His dick filled and stretched her canal, but that was it. She was beginning to worry that she had done something wrong when his hips moved back and forth a little bit. His large cock stretched and teased the tingling walls of her pussy. Pleasure started to build again, and Anya soon felt her clitoris pulsed back to life.

  Obviously, he wasn’t finished. The fire in his eyes blazed out of control. Out of control, she could relate to that. He was taking her places she hadn’t even known existed, and she loved him for it.

  * * * *

  Shock raced circles through his body, coming to a halt in his tightly sheathed cock. A virgin! Ah, hell, he’d heard human virgins could be very clingy and emotional. His dick jerked, reminding him of the pleasure her warm, silky body brought his. Her pussy felt better than any other he’d ever had. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing if she turned out to be a little clingy. His dick throbbed in its tight little sheath, dragging his thoughts away from the surprise he’d just gotten and back to the business of pleasure. His hips moved slightly and with a will of their own.

  His eyes searched hers for a long breathless moment. Knowing he was a little large for her untried body, he asked with compassion, “Are you all right?”

  Groaning, she nodded yes then clutched his arms tightly and moved her hips slightly.

  Duncan growled softly as her hip movement sucked him more deeply inside her now yielding body. Needing no more invitation than that, he groaned and brought his lips down lightly upon hers. She was definitely the sweetest thing he’d ever had. He kissed her tenderly, then hungrily with more passion than the poets of the world could ever express. Intoxicating, her taste was ambrosia at its best.

  Slowly he moved his cock in and out of her snug little haven. She was so wet and soft he never wanted to separate from her. His dick throbbed, stretching her a little more with every pounding pulse-beat.

  He groaned as a raging need grabbed hold of him. “You feel so good, baby. So tight—so hot.” She thrust her hips up to meet his. “That’s it, baby. Meet me halfway.” Clutching her hips, he buried himself into her over and over again. Wet heat enchanted his dick, making it impossible for Duncan to think clearly.

  A mist of rapture lurked near and promised that each thrust into her tight body was one thrust closer to heaven.

  “Duncan, oh, Duncan.” Not able to control herself, she cried out loudly as her body found its sweet release in paradise’s blissful arms.

  Tightening his hold on her, he whispered, “I’ve got you, baby. Let go. Fly for me.” Her body-rocking release triggered his. The strong walls of her pussy squeezed down hard on his thrusting cock, milking it hungrily. He growled as he sank balls-deep into paradise. His body convulsed on top of hers as it gave up its heavy load.

  As soon as the tiny shivers stopped pulsating through their bodies, he rolled off her to lie on the bed next to her. Their heavy breathing mingled and whirled around the room, making his dick twitch from remembered pleasure.

  His emotions were running a self-imposed gauntlet. Had he just done a bad thing? If so, it was the best feeling bad thing he’d ever done. Should he feel bad about seducing an innocent human? Probably, but he really didn’t. He had found more pleasure in her arms than in any others. How could he feel bad about something that felt so good? So right! He looked over at Anya. Her eyes were wide with wonder. His heart warmed at the sexy sight of her. She was too precious. Precious and his. A possessive streak charged up his spine and settled over his heart. His subconscious whispered, She belongs to you and you alone.

  * * * *

  Anya had just experienced the most magnificent time of her life. She hadn’t even known that such ecstasy existed. No wonder Joey always had a girlfriend. As soon as one couldn’t handle his schedule she was gone, and he’d go find another one. Thinking of Joey, she decided to get moving so she could beat him back to the apartment.

  Hastily, she clasped her bra back over her breasts then buttoned her shirt back up. Sitting up, she started looking around for her pants. Her gaze landed on his penis. She stopped and stared at it. It was very intriguing with its thick long shaft and perfectly flared tip. His smooth hairless balls rested just below the shaft. Looking at them more closely, she was surprised to see his flesh moving as if something were under his skin doing a little happy dance. They looked very soft. She wondered what it would feel like to touch them.

  Sapphire-edged eyes stared intently at her. “Your innocence draws me like a moth to a flame, and your curious dark-chocolate eyes are amazing, especially when you come,” he whispered in awe.

  When he spoke and leaned up on his elbow, she realized she’d been staring at him. Quickly cutting her eyes around the room, she spotted her pants a few feet away from the bed. Getting up, she went to them and started putting them on. Sliding her legs into them, she glanced at him. His eyes were caressing her with such boldness she blushed, and her nipples went taut.

  Averting her eyes, she fastened her pants as she found her shoes, after sliding into them, she headed for the door.

  She gave a startled gasp when she ran into his hard frame. How had he gotten to the door so fast?

  “Leaving so soon?”

  Keeping her eyes down, she answered, “I need to get back before Joey. I really could use a little time by myself.” She didn’t need an obsessive male all over her right now.

  He loosely wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her ear. “You’re so beautiful. Meet me here tomorrow night. I want to make love to you again. I need you as much as a sports car needs premium fuel. I can’t run smoothly without you. Please say you’ll meet me.”

  Duncan knew just the right words to rev-up her pulse and sway her to give in to his seductive will, she thought with bemusement.

  At her nod, he raised her chin and lowered his lips to hers. His kiss was so passionate her knees started to wobble. She gasped into his mouth when he pressed his hard cock into her pelvis. Color rushed to her cheeks as she realized he’d walked over to her wearing only a tight-fitting T-shirt. They hadn’t even removed all their clothes. Remembering the wing on her back, she was glad they hadn’t gotten totally naked.


  Needing to be alone, she pulled away from him.

  He let her go. “Hold on a second. I’ll walk you out.” Ambling over to his pants, he slid into them.

  She admired his tight ass until his pants covered it up. After moving to her, he took hold of her hand and walked her all the way to her bedroom.

  He kissed her hungrily before he whispered, “Goodnight, my sweet little Anya. I will surely suffer greatly until you are back in my arms.” His arms tightened around her briefly before he stepped back and raised her hand to his lips then placed a soft kiss on it. “Tomorrow night can’t come soon enough, my beautiful little Anya.” With that said, he turned and strode out of the room.

  The way he talked, sometimes you would think he’d been born in a different time. Maybe he just read a lot of poetry. She thought it was cute. Blowing out the breath of air she’d been holding, Anya sank down onto the bed and let herself fall backward. Exhausted from such a long and emotional day, she fell asleep in that position.

  Chapter Seven

  Birds were singing a happy tune.

  Opening her eyes slowly, Anya felt disoriented for a moment. Then memories of what Duncan did to her last night inundated her mind. She couldn’t help but smile as she thought of the music their bodies had made. He was a terrific lover. She looked forward to getting back in his bed tonight. For now, though, she needed to get up and go to work. Looking at the window, she frowned. Why was it so light outside? Oh shit!

  Anya came hobbling into the kitchenette. Joey watched her with an amazed expression as she tried to walk and pull her boots on at the same time.

  “Move your ass, Joey. Something happened to my alarm clock, and now we’re running late,” she snapped.

  “Pull in your claws, baby sis. Nothing happened to your alarm clock. I took it out of your room last night when I took off your shoes and tucked you in. I figured we both needed a little break, so I let us sleep in. Slow down and drink your coffee or else you’ll be in a devil of a mood for the rest of the day.”