One Month With The Magnate (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
The unique scent of his skin, the rasp of his beard stubble, was familiar and comfortable and exciting all at once. Which was probably why her heart was beating so hard and her hands were trembling. The idea that he might push her away now was terrifying, but she wanted this more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. She kissed the corner of his mouth, then his lips and he lost it. He wrapped his hands around her hips and tugged her to the edge of the countertop, kissing her hard. Her breasts crushed against his chest, legs went around his waist. This would be no slow, sensual tease like last night. She had always fantasized about their first time being sweet and tender, and preferably in a bed. There would be candles and champagne and soft music playing. Now none of that seemed to matter. She wanted him with a desperation she’d never felt before. She wanted him to rip off her panties and take her right there in the kitchen, before he changed his mind. She tunneled her fingers through his hair, fed off his mouth, his stubble rough against her chin.
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