Chapter Twenty

He acknowledged another stir of lust as she shifted

her weight from one leg to the other.

 This morning

she was wearing one of his shirts which came to just

below her bottom as she surveyed the cityscape. One

hand was planted on her hips as she watched the snow

tumbling towards the city streets. It was a pose de-

signed to show off her long legs to their best advantage something he suspected she knew very well,

despite her relative inexperience. But she was a fast

learner, he thought approvingly. She'd learnt to re-

move her clothes and tantalise him better than any of

those high-class strippers he knew rich out-of-town-

ers visited down on Midtown West.

His groin throbbed with a relentless beat as he

walked over to her and slid his arms around her waist,

lifting aside the still-damp curtain of dark hair to

plant a lingering kiss at the base of her neck.

'Good swim? he murmured.

Fifty lengths-and all I had to do was take the

elevator.

That's the beauty of having a pool in

ment."

indistinctly as he cupped

his hands over her breasts and I began to massage them

through the cotton of her shirt. You do realise I'm... "

"Yes, Mas", she added

standing in front of the window?"

I do. And you're nineteen floors up.'

'Somebody might have a pair of binoculars,'

The glass is mirror-coated, he said, moving one

hand down. Which means nobody gets to see although, if it turns you on, you can always pretend

someone is watching me slide my hand down between

your legs and easing you open like this."

'You are...' she gasped as he slipped his finger in-

side her " ...incorrigible.'

'Am I?" He moved his finger against her, loving

the way her head fell helplessly back against him, the

scent of her sex heavy in the air as he brought her to a

shuddering climax right where she stood. He felt the

buckling of her knees as she slumped back against

him and thought about carrying her over to the sofa.

But she was nothing if not surprising because she

quickly gained her equilibrium and turned around,

her face flushed and a small smile on her lips as she

ran the flat of her palm experimentally over his groin.

'Oh, she said, digging her teeth into her bottom lip

almost shyly as she explored the hard and throbbing

thing covered by the denim of his jeans. I see. You

are a very excitable man, aren't you, Massimo Carter?"

He gave a low and exultant laugh. 'Is that what

I am?"

'Among other things.'

The rasp of his zip sliding down was the only sound other than his ragged breathing as she sank

to her knees in front of him and teased him with her

fingers, before putting the moist tip against her lips.

'Toyin,' he groaned as her tongue gave a play-

ful lick.

Toyin lowered her lips onto him, loving the sen-

sation of sucking this most intimate part of him. She

liked having the silken thickness of him deep in her

mouth, just as she liked tasting that first salty bead

of moisture which showed he was close to climax.

He'd taught her so much. About her body. About his.

Sometimes she wished she could grab hold of time

and freeze it because the clock was ticking down to-

wards Christmas and once the holiday was over, she'd

be far away from here. From him.