Beautiful enough to justify infidelity, she wondered with the small kernel of her brain that was still operational. Of course, nothing could justify it.
But his wife was already divorcing him. His infidelity not a matter of issue, so much as the amount of payout Veronika was to receive. Maggie neatly put the question of her assignment in the box. She had done enough to
be paid her commission. What she was doing now was meeting her own needs with a man who saw sex as little more than breathing.
His wife had left him.
He did not belong to her any longer.
And Maggie wasn’t looking at him as a relationship prospect.
Guilt perfectly dispensed with, she decided she’d feel more confident if she assumed a position of control.
She hooked a finger beneath the flimsy strap of her dress and eased it down her arm. It fell as a black ink spill at her feet. He watched its progress with an unreadable expression.
She stepped out of her high heels, and then, wearing only her thong, crossed to him. “Do you do this kind of thing often?” She couldn’t resist asking.
“Not as often as you, I suspect,” he drawled, dragging an insolent finger along her side and bringing it to flick one of her nipples.
Her eyes widened in surprise as sensations flew through her.
“On the contrary, this is a first for me.”
His smile held cynical disbelief. “Unlikely.”
Maggie shrugged. Whether he believed her or not was of little importance. She fixed him with the full force of her bright blue eyes and smiled. “So? What shall we do?”
The possibilities were endless. There were so many things he wanted to do with this woman. This warm, sensual woman who was offering him what his soon to be ex-wife had denied him so long. The visage of a hot-blooded woman who didn’t deny her sexuality was too strongly alluring to resist. He thought of Veronika and shivered. Horrible, sexless, cold, deceptive Veronika.
“The bedroom is through there. Go and wait for me on the bed.”
She didn’t speak. This was practically a business arrangement, for all they were bothering to pretend an interest in one another. Sex for sex. Satisfaction in exchange for satisfaction.
When Dante entered the room a minute later, he was naked, and holding something in his hand.
As Maggie watched curiously, Dante lifted the lid and placed a spoon inside the container. He walked steadfastly towards her, lifting the spoon as he went. He placed the tub beside the bed, and the spoon he tipped upside down on her chest.
She squealed in surprise as the cold, unmistakable iciness of gelati hit her skin.
“That’s freezing!” She said on a laugh, propping up to watch the cream colored dessert pool between her rounded breasts.
“Mmm,” he agreed gutturally. “Not for long.” He lowered his mouth over the ice cream and dragged it to one of her nipples. He sucked on her breast, and the combination of his warm mouth and the cold ice cream sent her overwrought nerves spiralling into a tormented sexual frenzy.
She cried out as he scooped more ice cream onto her other breast and transferred his attentions, sucking and licking until she was incoherent with raging desire. “Too good,” she screamed, as her whole body began to shake and tremble.
“Mmm,” he agreed, putting some ice cream into his mouth and lowering his lips to hers. He kissed her, and her whole perception of the world tipped on its axis. It was their first kiss, and it seemed to spark some kind of connection in her brain. She lifted her hands and dug her nails into his back. Her long, slender legs she brought up around his waist, hooking them at the ankles and holding him tight.
His arousal was nudging at her entrance and she lifted her back, clinging to him and begging him to take her. To release her from the agony she was suffering. But he laughed, quietly and gently, and lowered his mouth to her neck. When she didn’t unhook her legs, he reached down and gave her bottom a tap, firm enough to make her squawk in surprise.
“There is time,” was all he said in reply.
He was in complete command of the situation, and Maggie was a passenger on his train. Well, she could handle that. If the last ten minutes were anything to go by, she was about to have the most mind-blowing sex of her life.
He scooped some more of the ice cream onto his tongue, and pressed his mouth lower, against her most sensitive parts. Now, Maggie couldn’t help but scream. She was already throbbing with the need for release, and the freezing cold dessert against her over-heated nerve endings was unbearable.
“It’s too much,” she said groggily, as waves of pleasure began to build in an undeniable way. “Too much.”
“The best sex always is,” he agreed conversationally, lashing her harder with his tongue.