and closed her eyes as she felt him scoop behind her and take the flesh of one of her buttocks in his hand and squeeze lightly
Gina groaned in his arms as he ran his fingers up the outside of her thong and gently rubbed the smooth triangle it covered. He was still kissing her, if his ravishment of her mouth could be called kissing, when she felt him rub a finger down the sensuous cleft between the soft fold s of her sex. She gasped huskily and he pulled his body away from hers for a moment watching her, savouring her reaction as his fingers continued along their secret, intimate track. Her full, pink lips were slightly parted and she was drawing in breathe heavily between them. Her eyes looked back at his misty and heavy with need. This round was his and he wasn’t in any doubt now that she’d do as he wanted.
Gina couldn’t remember ever feeling like this before as her befuddled brain tried to work out just how many hours, not days, week or even months, she’d known him. But did that make it wrong? And despite these thoughts still his fingers worked. Granted there was a fine mesh of silk between them and her body but somehow this knowledge didn’t help. Gina gasped again as his mouth found hers and she kissed him back.
Dark was in control now, fully in control of this intimate little interlude. Gina caught her breath w hat he was doing was unbelievably good. He fingers gently rubbed and swirled and she whimpered with pleasure at every stroke.
You shouldn’t let this man do this to you and you’ve been warned, was the timely reminder her brain issued as she moaned softly at his touch. Your attraction to Dark is getting in the way of what you really need to do, niggled her conscience. She needed that job; she needed to see for herself what he was up to and what he’d done.
“I can’t, I need to go, this isn’t right and we both know it.”
He regarded her silently his face straight and immobile. She was doing it again, refusing him, asserting her own will over his and he didn’t like it, not one little bit.
“A night can’t hurt, can it? We both know we want this,” he tempted.
“No I think that you probably want this more, I just want a job, remember. What sort of man are you anyway to impose such dubious conditions on everything?”
“Probably the sort you really should avoid, Gina,” he confirmed. “Your instincts about me are right. I’m selfish, demanding and I like to get my own way. But doesn’t that make this whole thing just a little more exciting?”
He was looking at her again, giving her a long, sexy stare that travelled her body before finally his mouth broke into a small smile. Gina blinked as she looked into his dark eyes. A shiver snaked down her spine as she watched him. Why did he have to be so beautiful, the most handsome man she’d ever met and she fancied him like mad? Why couldn’t he be more normal and why did she have to have all those issues about his acquisition of her dad’s business?
“We should leave,” he decided. They’d spent enough time getting nowhere so it was decision time. “You are not going to refuse me now, are you Gina? You will come with me because yo u want this too, don’t you ?”
The question hung mid air between them while his dark eyes bored into hers. What was she supposed to say? He’d worn her resistance down to nothing. Her throat felt to o dry to speak so she simply nodded her agreement to the night of passion he’d invited her to .
“I ’ve something I must see to first so in the meantime go and tell Charlie you’re coming with me and say your goodbyes,” he told her firmly while stroking her cheek. Then he pulled the key card to his suite from his inside jacket pocket and gave it to her.
“I’m on the top floor in the penthouse. Go and make yourself comfortable. Try my bed for size,” he winked, “and I’ll
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