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“Sim.” She gave herself over to whatever he would have of her.
Once she’d taken the crown of his sex and a few more inches, he eased the rest home in a swift drive until he was fully seated and marking her with the depth of his strokes.
Qasim wanted to watch every moment of her taking him but could feel his lids growing heavy as desire heightened, weakening and strengthening him at once. He held her thighs wider apart, keeping them trapped on the bed as he hunched over her. He cupped a heaving breast, holding it still for sensual attention from his generous mouth. All the while, his lean hips rocked, pumping her with an intensity that incited ragged cries until Vectra had grown hoarse.
She slid her hands from her hair and fisted them against his biceps. Climactic spasms racked her body in tandem with Qasim’s. She was sensitive enough to feel him flooding the condom with his seed, and the pleasure of that sensation overloaded her senses and she peaked once more.
He suckled her breast in earnest then. He was thoroughly spent but still reeled from the amazing aftershocks of her sugar walls squeezing and releasing his sex of every ounce of his need.
Vectra’s heart reclaimed its thudding intensity when the sound of another crinkling foil packet reached her ears.
* * *
“Sim?” Vectra lifted her face from the pillow and then let her head fall back into to the cushiony cradle as a new wave of exhaustion claimed her.
“Vectra?”
“Mmm...? Sim...” Her face was partially hidden by the pillow, muffling her voice.
“Vectra?”
There was knocking, followed by a voice that was definitely not Qasim’s.
“Charlotte?” Vectra murmured, awareness beginning its slow intrusion upon her sleep-addled brain.
She rolled to her back, wincing. Stabs of discomfort, swaddled in a pleasant ache, sent her intimate muscles throbbing and clenching for something that was no longer there. Qasim had evidently taken his leave.
Vectra didn’t want to spend too much time on how she felt about that. Gingerly, she slid toward the edge of the bed, vaguely wondering where her comforter was. She found it, her toes sinking into the thick, satiny covering after she swung her legs down from the bed. She picked it up, wrapped herself in it and began an awkward shuffle toward the bedroom door. Sensual bruising caused her to throb more insistently, and Vectra silently chanted, Careful what you wish for.
Charlotte Sweeney looked decidedly ruffled when Vectra found her on the other side of the door. Vectra read the worry and curiosity in the small woman’s cinnamon-brown gaze.
Vectra raised a weary hand. “Sorry about the locked door, Char. I was exhausted last night, made worse by a boring business dinner in the city.” She explained, figuring Qasim must have set the lock on her bedroom door handle before he left.
“Wendy made a cup of that knockout tea when I got here and I was ready for bed in minutes.” Silently, Vectra acknowledged that while it wasn’t the absolute truth it wasn’t an entire falsehood.
Charlotte bought it. The concern in her gaze gave way to sympathy. “Poor thing,” she crooned, already reaching for the bedroom door handle. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re finally giving in to the rest you obviously need. Beautiful girls shouldn’t burn the candle at both ends—puts bags under the eyes.” She reached up to lovingly pinch Vectra’s cheek. “Back to bed with you,” she ordered.
“Oh, Char no, I’ve got meetings in the gallery all day—”
Charlotte raised a firm hand. “They can wait. I’m requiring two more hours of sleep—at least.”
“Charlotte...” Vectra whined, believing she should at least protest a little longer.
“Do you need me to come in there and put you into bed?” Charlotte propped fists to her round hips.
“All right, all right.” Vectra remembered all the condom wrappers she and Qasim had worked through the night before, and she wasn’t eager to explain the mess Charlotte was sure to find if she took another step inside the room.
“Lovely.” Pleased by Vectra’s obliging attitude, Charlotte took a step back from the door. “I’ll be back later with breakfast.” She blew Vectra a kiss and then shut the door behind her.
Vectra sighed, admitting that a couple more hours of sleep did sound quite heavenly. She turned, shuffling back toward the bed while taking a quick survey of the elaborately designed rug covering the hardwood floor.
Perhaps Qasim did take the time to spruce up before he made his quiet exit, she thought.
She found no evidence of their vivacious romps from the night before. There were tangled covers barely clinging to the mattress and throw pillows that had either been kicked to the floor or hurtled to the other side of the room. Otherwise, the place was decidedly tidy. Still, she wished he’d told her goodbye. She bristled, flopping to the bed and punching the comforter when the billowing gold material poofed out about her.
