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blizzard—all of it just melted away. She was so lost in the sensual pleasure his hands were bringing her, she didn’t notice that he was wandering up her ribcage to the sides of her breasts and down to the upper part of her buttocks.
    Berlin couldn’t stop the moan that came from the back of throat. Lord, it felt so good! She couldn’t bring herself to complain when his hands got a little bolder, cupping her ass in a strong grip and squeezing her generous globes before traveling up her sides to fully cup her breasts. And damn if she didn’t raise herself up, just a little, to ease his way.
    What the hell was she doing? Berlin didn’t know this man from Adam, and yet here she was, lying here like a ten-dollar hooker, letting him play with whatever he wanted. And goodness if didn’t feel beyond good. It felt right. She was so wet right now that she wouldn’t need any further foreplay. Ready and well passed the point of willing, Berlin struggled to not make it easy. What had started out as a massage was quickly becoming a full-out sensual assault. She had been conquered before she knew what was happening.
    How long could a blizzard last? A day, maybe? If Matty wanted to take her, and by the way he was working her body right now, he definitely did, Berlin was more than willing to let him. She might regret it later, but she only had to be here as long as the snow fell. Things might be uncomfortable for a while, but he’d already said he wasn’t interested in designing for Femme . As long as she was careful, she didn’t really have to see him after this little interlude, right? She could let go a little; she was grown.
    Who was she kidding? She was going to sleep with him regardless. Every tingling, aching, burning fiber of her body spoke to that truth. Berlin only hoped she wouldn’t wish she hadn’t after it was over. Why she was wasting time trying to justify what she knew was going to happen? Yeah, she might be remorseful about it. She was definitely going to feel weird about it because afterwards she had every intention of talking him into designing for her.
    And then he lightly bit her ass. He actually bit her ass! An animalistic growl tore itself from her mouth into the heated air. All of the muscles in her body tensed at his bite and her breasts protested. They wanted to be nipped too! All her nerve endings became hypersensitive as she tooted her butt up for him to do again. Instead, she felt slow, wet kisses tracing up her spine. When his breath brushed against her ear, she gave into the rippling blanket of lust that covered her. His bare skin met hers, and its heat amplified her body’s flame to an inferno. Hot and wet, Berlin only wanted one thing—for Matty to put out the fire he started.
    Then he growled in his ear. “Turn around, sweetheart.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Matty really didn’t mean to go this far. He had planned on teasing her a little, maybe some aggressive foreplay, but he couldn’t hold back. There was something about Berlin that had him so desperate, he couldn’t contain it. He almost wept in with grateful relief when she turned her body, baring herself to him. Shrugging off his shirt, he was out of his jeans in record time, all without breaking eye contact. He was terrified that at any second she would come to her senses and run screaming from the room. He couldn’t have that; he had to have this woman.
    Perfection. Her dark skin appeared edible framed against the light-beige down comforter. She looked like she belonged there. He couldn’t help but lean back and drink in the sight. She was all hills and valleys, delicious feminine curves. He could spend eternity exploring all her hidden delights. She had the most mouth-watering full breasts, all natural, perky, and standing straight up, begging for attention. Her hips were just right for hanging on for a rough ride, and she looked like