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“Hey,” Duran said, kissing the back of my neck.
I turned and he kissed my mouth, holding my chin between his fingers. He was totally naked, his hair dripping wet, and I gasped and pushed him back into the room.
“Duran, people will see you!”
“I’m not worried about it,” he said, shrugging. “There’s no one close enough to get a good look from outside the compound. It’s the perfect spot to be naked. Maybe we can be naked together out here later.”
I stared at him, aroused by the thought. “I’m not having sex with you on the balcony.”
He winked. “We’ll see.”
I flounced into the bathroom to have a shower and put on a loose red dress and slipped on a pair of flat sandals. Then I did my makeup and added crimson lipstick to match the dress and braided my hair down my back. When I returned to the bedroom, Duran gave a low whistle.
“You’re a sexy motherfucker,” he said.
“How romantic,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“I can be romantic,” he said reasonably, as we left the room and went down the hall. “Just say the word and I’ll be so romantic it’ll sweep you off your feet and onto your back. With your legs open preferably.”
“You are incurably horny,” I said.
He pulled open the door to the kitchen. “Only for you, princess.”
He set about making a pot of Turkish coffee and I peeled some oranges and cut some nut bread and laid it out on a plate. Then I followed him with the tray to the back living room and set it down on the coffee table. It was another beautiful room in this amazing compound, the living area set into the floor with a circle of white couches and an indoor, electric firepit in the center. Duran took my hand and led me to the couch and crouched in front of me.
He took my hand. “Hey, are you actually okay after last night?”
“Of course,” I said quickly.
“You cried after we fucked.”
I bit my lip and studied his face, those endless eyes pulling me in and relaxing my body. “It was just a lot to handle in one night.”
He kissed the inside of my wrists and got to his feet, taking a seat beside me. I watched as he poured the coffee and arranged food on a plate and laid it on my lap. Then he settled back, his gaze fixed out the window as I ate and sipped the coffee.
“How do you feel?” I asked after a while.
He flicked his attention back to me. “Like I had the best sex of my life last night.”
I froze, bread falling from my fingers onto the plate. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected him to say, but it definitely wasn’t that I was the best sex of his life. He didn’t back down from his statement as he chewed slowly and swallowed, running his finger and thumb over his mouth.
“Oh,” I said finally.
“I had a feeling you would be when I met you,” he said.
I gathered myself and narrowed my eyes at him. “How much sex are you comparing it to?”
“A lot,” he said. “But it’s all irrelevant now.”
“Why is that?”
“Because your pussy is absolute gold, princess,” he said, smirking.
“Thanks,” I said dryly.
“I mean it. You were the best lay I’ve ever had.”
“You’re not a very romantic man, you know that?” I said, leaning forward.
