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Stop it.
He left the way anyone would after a one-night stand.
That’s what it was, wasn’t it?
That is what she alluded to him, that she was okay with it, right? He’d given her what she’d wanted... Boy, had he ever... She couldn’t fault him for treating it for what it was the next morning.
In the distance, she picked up the ring of an old-fashioned rotary phone—her mobile. The device was still tucked away in her purse, which she’d tossed to the chaise near the closet room when she’d come up to change the night before.
Vectra debated, really wanting her sleep and knowing it could be work calling. Cursing at her weakness, she pushed off the bed and went to track down the phone.
Qasim’s name was on the display.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
She dropped into the lounge chair, and the comforter poofed around her again.
“Qasim.” She swallowed an attempt to urge her leaping heart to return to its rightful position.
“Hey.”
Vectra melted and wasn’t ashamed of the reaction. His voice was as thick and rich as a chocolate cascade—and just as tempting.
“Are you okay?”
A throb began to stir. Hell, if his voice wasn’t an aphrodisiac of the most sinful variety.
“I, um...I thought I was okay, and then I woke up and you weren’t here.” There. She’d said it. God could she be more pathetic?
“I didn’t think you’d want to explain to your staff why I was there.”
She laughed. “Are you serious? They’d have probably thrown us a party. They think I’m alone in this house too much.”
“Can I see you?”
“When?” She groaned.
Pathetic.
Evidently, a night of amazing and exhausting sex hadn’t gotten the man out of her system. She heard him chuckling. The sound rolled softly through the phone line, sinful indeed.
“Today?” he suggested. “That’d mean driving back into the city.”
“Not a problem. I’ve got gallery meetings to get back for.”
“Will anyone miss you if you spend the night with me?”
The question caused her core muscles to constrict on the stimulation it alone provided.
Breathe, Vectra...
“I’ll leave a note for the staff telling them I decided to stay over with Dad. I do that a lot and they wouldn’t feel the need to check. They’d only call my cell if they do.”
“What time can I see you?”
Vectra bit her lip before responding with an eager “Anytime.” She already felt pathetic enough with her verbal responses thus far. No need to push the envelope toward anxious. She’d probably done that already, though. She lay back on the chaise, squeezing her thighs in an effort to quell the needy stabs targeting her sex.
“The gallery closes at eight-thirty,” she told him. “We’re prepping for a show, and the artist and her people have arranged to be out by then during the week.”
“I’ll pick you up at nine, then.”
“Qasim, you don’t have—”
“I’ll see you at nine, Vec.” It wasn’t a question.
“Okay.” She waited until the connection ended on his line. Then, she moaned a little in reaction to the mini-spasms that rocked her center and demanded to be satisfied. She resisted the urge to tend to the ache herself. Only Qasim was qualified to do that effectively.
The end of her day couldn’t get there fast enough.
Chapter 10
Qasim considered calling Vectra again the second he ended the call. He wanted out of his office and back inside the master bedroom suite at Carro Vineyard.
Easy, Sim.
He grunted a harsh laugh. “Right,” he muttered, his voice creeping up on a growl.
Sex with Vectra had been like dousing thirst from a canteen after a year in the desert. There was no such thing as enough, and, man, hadn’t he proven that. He’d been way too rough with her, he feared, recalling how delicate her lithe, curvy frame felt in his hands.
Once he had her in his arms, his better intentions had been wiped from his consciousness. Taking had been the only intention worth seeing to. Stamina set his body on continuous refuel, and he’d only stopped because she’d been exhausted.
He would take more care with her tonight, he swore. He had a feeling that he’d not let her out of his bed when morning came. He’d take his time, give her more foreplay. Heaven knew he wanted to do that last night, but she’d tapped into every hormone he possessed, driving them into a state of sheer lust that was only soothed when he had his hands or mouth somewhere on her body.
Her smell, a unique mix of melon and perhaps lavender, took that lust haze of his into overdrive. He’d always imagined what she’d taste like and had planned to make her climax with his mouth as he had with his fingers. He’d been aching to know how she’d taste as her moisture coated his tongue while he took her with it.
