Silently, she
savored the violent palpitations of both their bodies in the peak of ecstasy.
Except for the sound of ragged breathing, all was
quiet. Not even the soft hum of the vibrator existed any longer. Sometime
between her orgasm and his, Donavan had clicked it off and removed it. She hadn’t
even noticed.
Was it like this every time, she wondered as the
haze inside her head began clearing. Would submitting to a man always leave her
trembling in orgasm and glowing like a hundred watt bulb? No, Eve thought,
answering her own question. It was submitting to Donavan that made her feel
this way. After tonight, when she obtained the key and walked out the door, she
would never feel this way again. Her chest constricted and she stirred beneath
the weight of his body stretched atop hers, suddenly needing to put some
distance between them.
“Don’t. Move.” he growled.
“I think I should go clean myself up a little,”
she said deciding the excuse was as good as any.
“I think you think too much.”
Eve felt his smile spread against her shoulder
and couldn’t help but soften to it. Maybe he was right. Maybe she did think too
much. Had there ever been a time in her life when she lived for the moment
without worrying about consequences or the aftermath of her actions?
Donavan eased them into a spooning position and
draped one of his muscular thighs over her legs, locking her in place.
Apparently the decision was made. She wasn’t going anywhere. Placated, Eve nestled
back against his sweat, slick chest and closed her eyes tighter.
For now, she wouldn’t think about the repercussions
of her actions or how she would have to somehow manage a professional working
relationship with a man who had fucked her in the most dominating position she
knew existed. No, she would enjoy the strong beat of his heart pounding between
her shoulder blades in time with her own rapid pulse. She would enjoy the way
his arms fit so perfectly around her. It might not have been a good idea to
share such an intimate gesture with a man she planned on deserting in less than
twenty-four hours. Regardless, Eve let him hold her.
Chapter
Five
Donavan stood alone in the hallway outside the
door of studio seven, toying with the room’s lone key between his fingers. He
would only be gone a few minutes. Fifteen at most. However, if Eve decided to
end their agreement prematurely even after the pleasure they’d shared, fifteen
minutes was plenty of time to make a quick getaway.
No. He couldn’t risk it. He was nowhere near
finished with her.
On the wall behind him, a pewter wall sconce
omitted the light necessary to locate the keyhole beneath the doorknob. With
precision, Donavan slid the key inside and turned. When the deadbolt slammed
into place, he paused with his hand still on the key and fell into limbo with
his thoughts.
Why not hire an armed guard to
watch the door? Or better yet, go back inside and chain her to the armoire!
Now, that doesn’t sound insane at all, does it?
Donavan swore softly and leaned his forehead to
the door.
Oh yeah, it sounded insane all right. It didn’t
sound anything like his style at all. Normally after a few rounds of gratifying
sex with a woman, it was him searching for an escape route. Not the other way
around.
Sighing, he roughly dragged a hand through his
hair. Something was happening to him. Eve was happening to him. He couldn’t
deny they were good together. Her submissive nature sang to his dominant
disposition like no woman before her. She frustrated him, challenged him, and
kept him on his toes. She was passionate and cunning yet possessed a strong
sense of vulnerability. And, she had secrets. That just made her more
interesting to him. Eve Morgan was like a complex puzzle he was dying to solve.
One he was determined to solve. Finding mutual pleasure in the process, well, that
was a bonus.
Donavan started down the hall toward Eden’s sex
toy and lingerie boutique. He put
savored the violent palpitations of both their bodies in the peak of ecstasy.
Except for the sound of ragged breathing, all was
quiet. Not even the soft hum of the vibrator existed any longer. Sometime
between her orgasm and his, Donavan had clicked it off and removed it. She hadn’t
even noticed.
Was it like this every time, she wondered as the
haze inside her head began clearing. Would submitting to a man always leave her
trembling in orgasm and glowing like a hundred watt bulb? No, Eve thought,
answering her own question. It was submitting to Donavan that made her feel
this way. After tonight, when she obtained the key and walked out the door, she
would never feel this way again. Her chest constricted and she stirred beneath
the weight of his body stretched atop hers, suddenly needing to put some
distance between them.
“Don’t. Move.” he growled.
“I think I should go clean myself up a little,”
she said deciding the excuse was as good as any.
“I think you think too much.”
Eve felt his smile spread against her shoulder
and couldn’t help but soften to it. Maybe he was right. Maybe she did think too
much. Had there ever been a time in her life when she lived for the moment
without worrying about consequences or the aftermath of her actions?
Donavan eased them into a spooning position and
draped one of his muscular thighs over her legs, locking her in place.
Apparently the decision was made. She wasn’t going anywhere. Placated, Eve nestled
back against his sweat, slick chest and closed her eyes tighter.
For now, she wouldn’t think about the repercussions
of her actions or how she would have to somehow manage a professional working
relationship with a man who had fucked her in the most dominating position she
knew existed. No, she would enjoy the strong beat of his heart pounding between
her shoulder blades in time with her own rapid pulse. She would enjoy the way
his arms fit so perfectly around her. It might not have been a good idea to
share such an intimate gesture with a man she planned on deserting in less than
twenty-four hours. Regardless, Eve let him hold her.
Chapter
Five
Donavan stood alone in the hallway outside the
door of studio seven, toying with the room’s lone key between his fingers. He
would only be gone a few minutes. Fifteen at most. However, if Eve decided to
end their agreement prematurely even after the pleasure they’d shared, fifteen
minutes was plenty of time to make a quick getaway.
No. He couldn’t risk it. He was nowhere near
finished with her.
On the wall behind him, a pewter wall sconce
omitted the light necessary to locate the keyhole beneath the doorknob. With
precision, Donavan slid the key inside and turned. When the deadbolt slammed
into place, he paused with his hand still on the key and fell into limbo with
his thoughts.
Why not hire an armed guard to
watch the door? Or better yet, go back inside and chain her to the armoire!
Now, that doesn’t sound insane at all, does it?
Donavan swore softly and leaned his forehead to
the door.
Oh yeah, it sounded insane all right. It didn’t
sound anything like his style at all. Normally after a few rounds of gratifying
sex with a woman, it was him searching for an escape route. Not the other way
around.
Sighing, he roughly dragged a hand through his
hair. Something was happening to him. Eve was happening to him. He couldn’t
deny they were good together. Her submissive nature sang to his dominant
disposition like no woman before her. She frustrated him, challenged him, and
kept him on his toes. She was passionate and cunning yet possessed a strong
sense of vulnerability. And, she had secrets. That just made her more
interesting to him. Eve Morgan was like a complex puzzle he was dying to solve.
One he was determined to solve. Finding mutual pleasure in the process, well, that
was a bonus.
Donavan started down the hall toward Eden’s sex
toy and lingerie boutique. He put
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