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Coben withdrew a
little, then smoothed back in.
    A groan rumbled up from
Edward’s chest but he kept it contained.
    “That’s it,” Coben soothed.
“Just feel, just enjoy. No rush.”
    “No rush.” Edward reached for
Coben. He pulled him into a kiss and held him close.
    Coben rocked his hips, loving
the feeling of being so deep, of having Edward’s arms and legs wrapped around
him. They were almost one person. So close, so together.
    On and on they kissed, fucked,
cocks straining as they held back orgasm. Coben felt like his balls were on
fire and as though his skin was alive with hungry need for Edward. He could
feel Edward’s cock trapped between their abdomens. It was stiff and bloated,
craving release.
    “It’s time to come,” he said.
“I can’t…keep it…in…”
    “Me neither…come.” Again
Edward clasped Coben’s face, holding him still and staring into his eyes.
“Come, come in me. Claim me forever.”
    Those words were Coben’s
undoing. Cum gushed from him into Edward. He withdrew, barged back in. More
release emptied from him.
    Ropes of cum slicked between
them—Edward’s undoing. They fed off each other, swallowed each other’s moans
and grunts of ecstasy. Clung with more fervor to shoulders and faces, limbs
tangling with torsos.
    Coben had never felt so happy.
He’d never felt so sad.
    How could this be the end? How
could this sweet sin be so wrong they had to throw in the towel on their
relationship?
    He shut his eyes and held back
a tear. This was it. By the time he’d caught his breath the bliss of being
inside Edward, the man he’d loved for the last year, would have come to an end.
    They’d part.
    Forever.
    And forever was a long fucking
time.
     

 
    Chapter One
     
    Five Years Later
     
    Sian
     
    I took a sip of champagne and
looked at my husband across the crowded room. He was so damn handsome in the
new black suit he’d bought last week. It was different to his others, tapered
legs, which made him appear even taller than he was, and a smart, fashionable
single-breasted button-up.
    He glanced at me. His gaze
held mine for a moment, letting me know he was thinking of me even though he
was schmoozing with customers. Then he gave the briefest of smiles and carried
on a serious-looking conversation.
    I turned back to Mable Stern,
the wife of a man I knew could not only be good for business but was also very
chatty. She had lipstick on her teeth and I was struggling not to stare at it.
I’d also swept my tongue over my own teeth several times, hoping I didn’t have
the same problem. Why should I? I didn’t usually have that issue.
    “So Rome was absolutely fabulous,
darling,” she said to me. “But of course you have to watch where you wander.
Can be pretty ropey in some of those backstreets. Wouldn’t want to come
face-to-face with an Italian mobster now, would you?”
    “No, absolutely not.” Again I
glanced across the room. I didn’t worry about walking in dark alleys, not since
I’d been married. My husband was tough as nails and, despite the cultured
veneer, he could be rough when he needed to be.
    A shiver went up my spine.
Damn he’d been hot and rough in bed last week, when we’d been in that London
hotel on our third anniversary. I’d asked him to tie me up, spank my ass, come
on my breasts. Sure we’d both had our fill of a very nice Malbec, but still,
I’d felt it all, been utterly thrilled by it all. He’d let a sexual beast out
to play that I feared he so often kept hidden and I couldn’t have been happier.
    I glanced at him again.
    He was deep in discussion. No
doubt chatting about a new contract he had in Saudi Arabia that was taking up a
lot of his time. He was hoping to recruit a couple of new assistants to do the
legwork and take some of the pressure off. That would also mean he could move
on to his next big project.
    Who would have thought beneath
that polite smile was a man with so many layers? He had so much hunger, desire.
His passion for