“I’m sorry,” Troy said finally. “I should not have, I never have any problem being careful. It is no excuse, but you overwhelm me.” “And you make me lose control,” Constance said with a soft chuckle. “I told you before, I cannot—so it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I wanted you to.” Troy kissed her again. Unbelievably, he felt himself stirring inside her. Embarrassed at his insatiability, he rolled away. “You won’t hurt me,” Constance whispered huskily, amazed at her own boldness, wrapping her arms around him, nestling into his back, “if that is what you are worried about.” She kissed his neck, burrowing her nose into the warm smell of man. Of Troy. “In fact, I don’t know how it is, but if you were thinking of—again—then I am more than happy to…” He twisted round and rolled her on top of him. “Venus rising from the waves,” he said, stroking the glorious cloud of her hair, which trailed over his shoulders, onto his thighs. As he pulled her down to kiss him, her breasts brushed against his chest, and he caught a glimpse of them both in the overhead mirror, a vision so erotic that he was instantly hard.
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