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She simply smiled, that smug smile that told him clearly she knew what the hell she was doing to him.
"Cat got your tongue, darling?" She shoved the robe off his shoulders. "I decided to pay you back instead."
He moved then, so swiftly that it had her gasping in surprise. His hands were like steel bands as they came up to curve around her throat.
"You witch." He whispered hoarsely. His thumbs pressed against her pulse and found it hammering. His head swooped down to seize her lips, his mouth hungry on hers.
With a serrated sigh, she wrapped her arms around him as he molded her body to his. The kiss took on a kind of madness that had them clinging to each other.
He was drowning. In her scent, the essence of her. Dragging his lips from hers, he trailed it along her cheek and then her throat.
"What's the scent you're wearing?" He rasped.
"Black Seduction." She breathed him in. "It's guaranteed to drive a man wild."
"It's doing its job." Still ravishing her throat, he backed her up against the bed. "I'm fully there."
Lifting his head, he stepped back to allow his eyes to roam over her curves, his eyes feasting on the rigid nipples pressing against the material.
With a growl in his throat, he ripped the material in two, sending shock and excitement reverberating through her body.
"That costs a lot of money."
"I'll buy you a dozen more. A hundred." Pushing her back on the bed, he covered her body with his. "I'm officially in pain." His mouth raced over her face, nuzzling her throat as she arched her neck.
"I'm afraid it's going to be fast."
"I could do fast." Her breath was sighing through her lips as he continued to feed on her flesh.
"Good." Reaching between them, he entered her, capturing her moans as he went in even deeper. He had barely started moving when she exploded, her body arching, nails scoring down hisback as the climax slammed into her with a force that lifted her off the bed.
Her hands fisted in his hair as she dragged his mouth back to hers. The climax drained her, left her weak and dazed. But he wasn't finished.
"More." He whispered against her lips. Her response was driving him insane, and he knew it was almost over. "Take more."
"I can't." She whispered weakly. "It's too much."
"Take more." He demanded. And to ensure she did, he reached between them. He rubbed his thumb over the swollen flesh. She came again, her body jerking, her heart slamming against her ribs.
He watched her go over. The sight of her eyes going opaque, her lips quivering sent him completely over the edge. He came violently. With his body shuddering, he poured himself inside her and could not stop.
When it was over, he collapsed on top of her weakly, breath shuddering. It took him a few minutes to gather the strength to roll off her.
Ingrid struggled to regain some sort of composure, but it wasn't happening. Rolling with him, she curled herself against him, face buried on his chest.
"Well."
He chuckled at the wealth of meaning in the single word.
"My sentiments exactly." His hand wrapped around her waist.
"We're going to end up killing each other."
"Hmm." His hand trailed up and down her back slowly. "There's something I need to say."
"Oh?" Lifting her head, she studied his face, her heart twisting as she took in the tousled hair and the sated look on his handsome face. "I'm listening."
Taking a deep breath, he pressed on. "I spoke to Carly."
