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.“I’m thinking of buying an isolated beach house.”“Ha ha.Favorite food?” she asked.“Steak.Yours?”“Peanut butter and Alaskan king crab legs.Not together obviously, though I must admit I’ve been tempted to try that.I’ve only had crab legs a few times but they are sooo good.Although I did throw up on each occasion.Too much melted butter.I never learn.”He chuckled.“Your biggest fear?” she asked.“My business failing, letting my employees down, letting myself down.”She squeezed his hand.“Mine’s totally selfish.I’m terrified of being eaten by a great white shark.That wild sea is purely for decoration.”Adam chuckled.“What’s your biggest regret?” she asked.He stopped walking beside a brightly lit store, pulled her round to stand in front of him and stared straight into her eyes.“Failing to find you five years ago.”Pain and pleasure flared in Wren’s chest.“I always wondered,” he said.“Now I know.”She understood he was talking about whatever this thing was between them.He stroked her cheek and she turned into his caress, her heart racing.“What if we’d not been separated by the crowd?” he whispered.“What if we’d gone back to my hotel or your apartment? Would our lives have taken a different path? Would you be teaching in a language school in Leeds? Would I have been so wrapped up in my business I forgot…how to live?” He choked on the last few words.The city faded to mist.All she could see and hear was Adam.All she could feel was his desperate sadness that echoed her own.“Would another touch of your face…” He swallowed hard.“Would those extra moments have made the difference? Kept us away from that mob? Would another kiss have melted my heart and made me a better man?”Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it pulsing in her head.Forget that she wasn’t supposed to go out with a student.Forget that she wasn’t supposed to fall for another charming guy.Forget that a sensible woman wouldn’t let this go any further, tonight at least.Wren wanted him with an intensity that should have terrified her but instead it set her ablaze with excitement.He is irresistible.She stepped even closer so their bodies brushed together, slid her hands to his head and traced his face with her lips, running them down to the hollow of his neck and around the curve of his jaw up to his ear.His already unsteady breathing turned ragged.She couldn’t remember when she’d last taken a breath.He pulled her tight against him so she felt the hard ridge in his pants.“Christ, Wren,” he whispered against her temple.Her panties were soaked.Her pants too, probably.She verged on the point of dissolving.I want to kiss you.Wren tipped her head and looked into his dark eyes before she touched her lips to his.OhGodohGodohGod.But it was his tongue that slid against the seam of her mouth seeking entrance, and for a few seconds she resisted, wanting to prolong the anticipation.He pressed a little harder and with a soft groan, she allowed him in.Adam wrapped his arms tighter around her as he tasted and teased.They slow-kissed with a desire that grew like a thunderhead.Soft and white gradually morphed to hard and dark.Slow shifted to fast until they were kissing each other as if it were their last moment on the planet.If it had been, it was the way Wren wanted to bow out.When they came up for air, jarred out of the moment by a piercing wolf whistle, they lifted their heads like startled deer and burst out laughing.“Christ,” Adam said.“We’re going to get arrested.”* * * * *Tomas didn’t try to hide his bad temper.He slammed the coins down on the bar and checked for the next customer.“You need a lesson in manners.”He ignored the comment.It had been made by a big, bald guy wearing a long black leather coat.The jerk had been staring at him off and on for almost an hour.“You need me to teach you some,” the man said.“Fuck off,” Tomas muttered.The guy laughed, which annoyed him even more.The more Tomas snarled, the more people seemed entranced by his surly attitude.The Doms saw it as a challenge.The subs assumed he was a Dom.Only the fetishists ignored him, mostly too vanilla for their tastes.Though he had been directly propositioned by a Dom seeking a sub—did he fucking look as if he wanted to lick someone’s feet? A sub desperate for a Dom—puppy eyes were never going to work.He wouldn’t hurt a woman whether she wanted him to or not.By a woman with a plastic tail who wanted to stick it in his asshole—no thank you very much.By a man with horns who had a face full of metal and apparently a cock that matched—really no thank you, and through it all, the bald guy continued to eyeball him.“Another whisky,” the guy said.Tomas sloshed a measure into the glass, wetting the bar.“Want lemonade in it and pink parasol?”The guy leaned toward him.“What I want is to shut that smart mouth.”“Oh, and I thought you wanted me to suck your cock.”“That’s one way of shutting it.You offering?”Tomas stared straight at him.“I always confuse suck and chew, but if that not a problem…”The man chortled.Tomas moved away to serve a woman who resembled a lethal weapon, her hair spiked to sharp points.He considered himself broad-minded.What people wanted to do with their lives was up to them provided it was legal and didn’t involve pressurizing others.Cirque wasn’t his bag.He had no interest in fetishism or BDSM.Well, nothing hardcore.A bit of play with handcuffs and blindfolds was fine.Smacking? Yeah, that was okay.But pain? No.When he’d been in the army, he’d witnessed too many soldiers and civilians getting hurt to ever understand how pleasure could be found in inflicting pain or in receiving it.He gave a sigh of relief when the bald guy finally took the hint and wandered away, only to groan when he saw Veton heading in his direction [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]