door. Digging out
a key, she turned the lock and proceeded up a winding staircase. She never looked
back. She knew he was there on her heels. At the third floor, she paused before another door, opened it and held it as he followed her inside.
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Here in the hall made rosy by the twilight rays streaming through a large window
at the other end, she placed her briefcase and her keys on a large table and turned to
him.
Her expression was tight, almost pleading with him.
He understood.
And as he took her in his arms and pressed her to the wall, as he lifted one hand
and dropped a kiss to her palm, her wrist, her forearm, her elbow, he whispered, “ Bella mia , this was never my plan.”
Her head lolled against the wall, her lush mouth fell open. Her hauntingly lovely
black eyes absorbed him. “I told myself it was not mine.”
He captured her chin between two fingers. “Once. We’ll make love once.”
She gasped, a stricken look on her face.
Her disappointment broke his heart, fired his pride and made his cock harden
painfully.
“This is no interview,” she demanded on a whisper as she outlined his lips with one
forefinger.
“No. This has nothing to do with work.” He bent and picked her up in his arms.
“This has everything to do with need.”
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Until Twilight
Chapter Two
Lane wanted to strip the flimsy dress from her body, tear away any scrap of lingerie
beneath it so she was naked to his eyes. Instead he drew in a deep, controlling breath.
One did not go at Isabella Sebastiani like an animal. This was a woman to be tasted,
savored, explored. With this unexpected erotic pleasure he would definitely take his
time.
“Bedroom,” he growled in her ear, running his tongue along the sensitive shell.
“End of the hallway,” she gasped, pointing.
Lane strode down the short hallway to the open door at the end into a large, high-
ceilinged room He barely noticed the typical Mediterranean-style furniture or the huge
windows with a view of the city that she flung open when they entered the room. His
attention was focused on the enormous bed that dominated the room. An expanse of
carved headboard stretched along the wall, the bed itself covered in what looked like
acres of pale, pistachio-green quilt.
“Do you hold parties in that thing, bella ?”
Her laugh was unsteady. “Not usually, but I think we’re going to have one today.”
Grasping the material with his hand, he yanked it down toward the footboard
before standing Isabella at the edge of the mattress. He moved his hands up and down
her arms, caressing the soft skin, feeling the tiny shivers racing through her. His gaze dropped to her nipples, dark beneath the fabric of the dress and so obviously hard. He
pinched one of them lightly between thumb and forefinger and was rewarded with a
soft whimper.
On impulse, he bent his head and drew the thin cotton of her dress, the sheer silk of
her bra and her beaded nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking his tongue
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arching herself into him. His cock flexed against the material of his slacks, a painful reminder of his state of arousal.
Slow, Hallowell. Keep it slow.
He grabbed handfuls of the material of her skirt and drew it slowly up her thighs to
her hips, grasping it with one hand while the other slid beneath the edge of her thong to cup her ass. He moved his fingers down to where her buttocks and her thigh connected,
then lower just to the edge of her slit. Automatically she widened her stance to give him better access and his finger reached farther to circle the opening to her pussy.
He continued his dual assault on her nipple and her cunt, her tiny moans arousing
him further, her slender fingers digging into his skull. With a tremendous effort he
lifted his head from her breast and slipped his hand back up over