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“Consummated?”
    More heat flooded her face.   “Yes.   Nothing was…consummated.”
    She looked to Gabriel to gauge his
reaction.   The look of lust was
overwhelming.   Her dreams may not have
been consummated, but from his gaze and the heat in his eyes, she thought he
wanted to remedy that.   And she wasn’t
sure if she would stop him.   Miss Prim
and Proper would easily become a wanton for this man.  
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Gabriel looked the young woman over.   From his investigations, she’d seemed a
mousey female, almost to the point of boring.   She’d no connections to the powers that be, at least from what he could
determine.   He’d had Michel purchase
every piece of art with his face on it in order to get them off the insipid
website.   It had been a demand of the
purchase. Unknowingly, she could have made herself a target.   Thankfully, she’d begun selling each of the
new pieces directly to Michel and he had necessitated the new ones never made
it to the site.  
    She wasn’t what he’d expected.   The photographs he’d found when he dug,
coupled with the comments the delivery men had given him, had not prepared him
for the creature that sat across from him.   Kadence was lovely, her pale skin
flawless.   Her wide lavender eyes were
mesmerizing.   Her deep russet hair was
tied into an intricate knot on her head, but the unruly curls had already begun
to escape, twirling around her slender neck.   He wanted nothing more than to reach across the table and unpin the
length, letting it cascade down her bared back.   Even more, he thought how incredible it would look twisted between his
fingers as he pumped his cock into her from behind.  
    The tight black dress she wore over her
curvaceous body left little to the imagination yet didn’t make her look
tawdry.   She was voluptuous, a seductive
creature that most men of this time did not glory in as they should.   He’d watched her as she’d walked into the
restaurant.   She had floated in, her
plump ass perfectly rounded and moving with a sensuality he wasn’t prepared for.   It was the kind
of ass a man could hold on to when he was betwixt her thighs, pounding his cock
into her quim .
    All he could think about was having his way with
her in his bed, but questions hovered on the edges of his mind.   She’d dreamed of him every night since coming
to the city he lived in.   Sexually
explicit dreams from the look to her face, but not consummated.   What a pity.   He was more than ready to blow her dreams out of the water.
    But why would she dream of him in the first
place?   He was sure he’d never met her
before.   There was no way he’d ever
forget this woman.   Ever.  
    “Did we ever talk in your dreams?”
    She looked confused a moment and more heat
flooded her face.   Her skin was so pale
that she blushed often and quite easily.   He liked the trait.   She looked
lovely with the deep pink on her cheeks.   He bet her other set of cheeks would look just as lovely tinged in
red.   His hand itched to spank her
rounded bottom.
    “No, there was never any talking.   Just touching, holding, a few kisses.”
    He chuckled.   There was no way he would limit himself to just that with her.   And if there was no talking, she didn’t know
of his secrets.   Even
better.   “Was I a good kisser?”
    She reddened again.   It was charming.   “Yes.”
    “I was?   Perhaps I will have to kiss you for real so you can compare me with my
alter ego.”  
    The desire in her expression was
intoxicating.   He would have her in his
bed tonight.   There was no doubt in his
mind.
    A waiter placed a plate in front of Kadence before returning to do the same for Michel and
him.   His champagne glass was filled, the
others refilled.   He watched her while
the waiter worked soundlessly, the tension around the table thick.   She eyed her plate before looking up to him,
the hunger in her eyes not for food.   His
cock