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“I don’t care about any other woman,” he whispered back. “Only in being what this woman wants.” Heleaned forward just enough to kiss her forehead before capturing her gaze again. “As long as I’m what you want, princess, I’m good.”

A smile curved her lips and he felt the piercing straight to his heart once again. Only this time…no fear.Giving control over to her, he allowed her to pull his head down to kiss his lips. Warm. Pliant. She licked his lips and he growled his response.

Taking over the kiss, he teased his tongue slowly into her mouth, exploring. Tasting. Tempting. Cupping her face with his hand, he ran his thumb over her cheek, the soft skin silky underneath his finger. The kiss lasted longer than most as he was determined to not rush.We have all night. We have our whole lives.

Rolling her slowly to her back, he bore his weight on his forearms resting on either side of her head. Never losing her lips, he maintained the kiss while gently pressing his swollen cock against her pelvis.

Their lips separated only long enough for him to divest her of her t-shirt from the evening before. Bearing his weight now on one arm, he moved his other hand leisurely down her side, rubbing his thumb on the underside of her breast. He held that pose for a few minutes, gently massaging her nipple, feeling her body come alive under his. Continuing his downward path, he slid his hand over the curve of her waist and down her thigh. Throughout this exquisite torture, he held her lips, taunting and teasing them with his tongue.

She spread her legs so that he could settle between them in the natural position that had held men and women since the beginning of time. His cock nestledinto her wet folds that beckoned him. He moved slightly so that his hand could explore further as his fingers found the way inside her warmth. He moved them, crooked them, felt her inner core begin to tighten and then slowly pulled them out.

Chuckling at her moan, he moved his fingers up and as he pulled his mouth away from hers, he slid his fingers coated with her juices between his lips. Her green eyes implored him, but she did not speak, both knowing what was happening between them was beyond words.

He reached over to grab a condom, rolling it on quickly. Keeping his gaze on hers, he deliberately slid his cock into her waiting body. Inch by tortuous inch. Not pounding. Not plunging. But so slow he could feel every twinge of her body. Memorizing her feel. Reveling in the sensation of her body accommodating him.Nothing…nothing has ever felt like this. Pure, exquisite torment.

He finally reached as far into her as he could go and then began to slide lazily back and forth. The friction built just as quickly as if he had been rocking her body. Both arms were on either side of her head again, and their eyes never wavered. Over and over he moved until finally the fevered pitch had reached its crescendo.

Determined to hold his gaze, she squeezed his shoulders tightly as her orgasm rushed over her, electrifying her body from the core outwards. Tightening her legs around his waist, she pulled him in as he emptied himself into her. His neck was corded with thick,straining muscles until he finally collapsed to the side taking her with him.

Eyes still connected. Hearts beating as one. Legs tangled and arms holding tightly.

“What just happened?” she whispered in wonderment.

He held her close, kissing her lips once more. “Love, princess. Love just happened.”

22

The evening of the gala was filled with women in glittering gowns and men in black tuxedos. Earlier in the evening, Vinny had moved to the second bedroom to get dressed while Sharon and Parker worked on Annalissa. Parker was over the moon with a new dress he had procured for her. She had to admit that when he pulled it out of the garment bag she was speechless. The dress had a fitted, beaded bodice that flowed down to a full skirt made of iridescent material that shimmered with blue and green. He helped her into it and then stepped back to admire his creation.

“Oh, darling, girl. You are a vision,” he gushed.

Sharon hustled her over to a stool and began working on her stage makeup while Parker then fixed her long curls. Leaving them hanging down her back, he expertly pulled the front away from her face so that they would not interfere with her playing. Fastening bejeweled clips all around, she had the appearance of wearing a crown interwoven in her hair.

Sharon chattered on about people in LA that she was meeting and hoping would get her acting career started.

“You are such a talented makeup artist, Sharon,” Annalissa said, laying her hand on her friend’s arm.

Giving a little shrug, Sharon said ruefully, “That’s nice to hear, but it’s kind of like always being the bridesmaid and never the bride.” Looking up at Annalissa’s eyes, expertly applying just the right shade of eye shadow to compliment the dress, she smiled, saying, “Speaking of brides. Anything we ought to know about with Mr. Hunky?”

“Oh, do tell,” Parker said, plopping down in front of her too.

“No, nothing to tell.”

“Well, you’re still living here. Did you ever go back to your place?” Sharon asked.

“I did, but it was so trashed. Vinny didn’t want me to go back there, and quite frankly I didn’t want to either.” Looking at them both, she admitted, “I guess that sounds kind of weird, doesn’t it?”

“Not at all,” Sharon said. “Hey, when you’ve got that, who’d want to live alone?” She stood up and walked over to her makeup case, putting her supplies away.

Parker leaned in, inspecting her face. “Beautiful, as always.” Capturing her gaze, he added, “Honey, when it’s right, it’s right. Don’t matter if it’s ten years, ten days, or ten hours. You got it, you hang on to it.”

They shared a smile before he assisted her up. Sharon and Parker wished her well and headed out of the apartment on their way to the event. “We’ll meetyou there and do touch-ups before the press makes it into the room,” they promised.

Nervously, she walked out of the bedroom. Not seeing Vinny, she walked down the hall and when she turned, she stopped dead in her tracks.

He was standing in front of the windows, the evening sunset behind him. His black, fitted tuxedo stood out in stark contrast to the crisp white shirt that he wore. She knew it had to have been specially made—it fit him to perfection. And perfection he was.

Tall, handsome, and that smile.Dear God, that smile.His eyes were pinned on her and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

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