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either me or her.”
                  Dimitri’s glassy eyes locked with hers. The atmosphere between them was slowly shifting, morphing into something darker, more intense. Very slowly, he released the redhead and held his hand towards her.
                  “Shall we?”
                  Angela parted her mouth to reply but before she could say anything Dimitri’s lips landed on hers in a surprisingly soft kiss. Even in her drunken stupor, she could feel every inch of her body responding to him. A low moan broke in her throat as his lips shaped hers, molding every curve, every contour of her mouth. Powerful arms wrapped around her, pressing her to the solid wall of muscles in his chest. His fingers knotted her hair, titling her head back as his tongue invaded her mouth. She eagerly darted her tongue out to meet his, moaning softly in his mouth when he gently gathered her lower lip between her teeth and pulled.
                  In that moment she forgot that they were both drunk out of their minds. She forgot that they were in the hotel’s crowded pub and that Lilly could be watching them at that very instant. Every fiber of her body, every single sense, was focused on Dimitri.
                  They finally broke apart for breath. She gasped through her swollen lips as she looked at him. The raw need in his caramel-tinted eyes was almost unbearable. Molten lava pooled in her lower body, spreading languorously to the warm, humid space between her legs.
                  “I’ve got a suite upstairs,” he murmured. “Shall we?”
                  “Yes,” she moaned.
                  And then, in full view of everyone, he swept her into his arms. Angela wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing back her head and giggling as he walked out of the pub and crossed the hotel’s ornately decorated lobby, completely ignoring the curious looks. He stumbled drunkenly into the elevator but never once released his hold on her. Upon reaching his posh suite he slammed her into the wall with enough force to knock the breath out of her before grabbing her wrists and thrusting her arms above her head. Angela felt dazed, her breasts heaving up and down with each breath as, with surprising tenderness, he ran his index finger down her lips, slowly trailing it down to her breasts and moving it lower and lower past her navel. She moaned loudly as his finger skimmed across her body, lingering on her heated skin.
                  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, lightly brushing his lips against hers. “I’ll never forget the first time you walked into my office. You had this white dress on…” he kissed the nape of her neck. “It contrasted so wonderfully with your black skin.”
                  “I…” She threw back her head, moaning as he sucked on a particularly sensitive area on her neck. “I didn’t think you even noticed me.”
                  “Trust me, baby.” He murmured. “You‘re hard to miss. I’ve wanted you for months now.”
                  “Really?” She whispered, her voice breaking into a groan as he grabbed her around the waist and spun her 180 degrees so her back was facing the Victorian four-post bed. Placing his hand in the middle of her chest, he gently pushed her down until she was lying on her back, legs spread, her arms thrown above her head.
                  “Look at you,” He said in a soft, seductive voice. “Legs wide open… spread eagle in my bed. Where you belong.”
                  How anyone could turn her on so wildly with mere words was beyond her comprehension. Her entire body felt inflamed and aching, her senses raw from sheer longing. Somewhere through her drunken stupor she knew that she would probably regret all of this in the morning but, right then, she couldn’t care less about what was right or