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He cupped the back of her head, brushing his thumb through her clipped, sleek locks. “It’s all natural.”
Vectra didn’t doubt the boast, but she didn’t have time to share that. He was occupying her mouth with his sinful, skillful tongue.
She moaned, returning the slow swirls he used to entice a response she was all too willing to give. Without hesitation, her tongue tangled with his, and she synced her tongue thrusts with his. When she felt his engorged sex insistently nudging her inner thighs, she instantly gasped, giving him leave to deepen their lusty kiss.
Sensuously slow, she writhed against him, slowing once her core aligned with his iron thickness. She whimpered over the sheer satisfaction he was capable of providing with that part of his anatomy.
A low sound of lurking promise rushed heat through her extremities and robbed her of any teasing intent. Hungrily, she crested her palms along the taut, licorice muscle of his amazing chest and abdomen.
Using the granite slab of his torso for leverage, Vectra pushed into a sitting position. Straddling his lap as she was sent shudders through her body. Rippling throbs came next, a direct result of his erection nudging her entrance.
Qasim caught her hips. He primed her with a few warning squeezes, the last of which he used to lift her up, only to ease her back down to sit on his massive upper thighs. A few more of those enticing nudges and he’d be sinking his bare sex inside hers.
He reached beneath the pillow cradling his head, located a condom, tore into the packet and set it in place.
Then he claimed her.
Vectra found she was too passion drunk from sensation to do much more than cling to him for purchase.
Qasim had no problem taking command of their encounter. Maneuvering her svelte body only required trace amounts of his considerable strength. Grabbing her hips, he lowered and lifted her to his satisfaction, grunting each time she sheathed him in a tight, warm haven of cream.
Vectra swayed and rotated her hips, her body wrought with elation. She could feel him tense in the telltale sign that prefaced release.
The pressure increased against her walls. She threw back her head, her voice hoarse from the many times she’d cried out her enjoyment that morning.
Once Qasim had spent himself, she collapsed upon his chest. The sounds of their breathing mingled with the rain.
* * *
Later that morning, Vectra, still in Qasim’s bed, spoke with her gallery manager, Katherine Wiseman. “Everything’s fine, Kate. I didn’t leave the gallery ’til late, so I decided to grab a hotel room. I took a cab instead of driving.”
“Excellent idea.” Kate’s slightly nasal tone of voice rang with approval. “Taking a day for yourself—at long last.”
Vectra smiled, scooting deeper into the bed. “Glad you approve.”
“Well, we’ve got everything under control, so all will be well in time for the showing.”
“Hide the Croachman canvas.” Vectra arched up suddenly upon remembering the piece. “I swear it, Kate. Somebody’s gonna lose a hand if they try to take it from me.”
Kate dissolved into waves of laughter. “Got it!”
The call ended shortly after and in time for Qasim’s return to the bedroom suite. He brought with him a tray teeming with food. Vectra, garbed in the shirt Qasim had worn the day before, scooted up to her knees in the bed. She moved over to make room for him to place the tray to the middle of the rumpled covers.
In spite of the incredible smells wafting from the tray, her focus lingered on the raw masculinity he exuded. He was clothed only in a pair of gray sleep pants slung low on his hips. His sleek chest was left perfectly bare and mouthwatering.
“Dive in,” he urged.
“I commend you on your hospitality.” Vectra leaned closer to take in the delectable offerings. “I see why your love life is so successful if every woman you entertain gets the same treatment.”
Qasim stilled, having just grabbed a piece of banana bread. “Who said I have a successful love life?”
Does the man even own a mirror? Vectra shook her head, still not suspecting there was anything amiss in his question. “Any woman with eyes can see you have a successful love life,” she said.
“I’m guessing there’s a compliment in there somewhere?”
Blinking, her mouth full of bacon, Vectra’s expression cleared. “Did I offend you?”
“I’m just not real high on being called a slut.” He shrugged.
Vectra gaped and then gave into unrestrained laughter when he followed up the shrug with a sly wink.
Once the laughter settled into comfortable silence, they focused on the breakfast Qasim had prepared. They had been eating a while before he spoke again.
