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his cock grazing her stomach. Gazing into her eyes, he bent and kissed her, a gentle salute of intent. Their lips parted reluctantly.
    “I won’t let anything come between us, ever again,” he murmured.
    She glanced down to the hard ridge pressing against her and laughed. He smiled, then laughed too, before snagging a condom from the bedside drawer and sheathing himself.
    She touched his waist, spread her hand wide as if to encompass every part of him, making his senses shiver, then curved her palm around to his buttocks and gave a vicious tug, dragging him down to the hot welcome of her body.
    He moaned as he slid inside her, savouring every moment of the bliss he always felt when their bodies joined. Watching her, her eyes half closed, a dreamy smile wreathing her face as she gazed up at him, he knew he’d never tire of this sight. “So beautiful,” he whispered. He withdrew almost to her entrance, then thrust deep, hearing her sigh of appreciation as the best music in the world.
    Bending, he licked her nipple, already beaded hard, then took it into his mouth, enjoying the texture and taste of her. The best flavour in the world. He could never hope to emulate the way she tasted. Nor would he want to, because her body was a highly secret taste, for him alone. He wouldn’t share.
    The scent of their lovemaking rose to embrace them in its reminder of their intimacy as he plunged inside her, the sound of their bodies punctuating their steady rise to orgasm.
    “Remy, don’t stop.”
    “Never.” He uttered the words as a promise. “I need you, hunger for you every minute of the day.”
    She lifted her hand, threaded it through his chest hair and palmed his nipple. He bared his teeth and growled at her, the caress driving him harder, on towards the inevitable. He pistoned in and out of her body, taking care to angle his cock just right so he touched her most sensitive spot with every stroke. She helped him, her other hand on his buttocks urging him to continue, her back arching as she approached her climax.
    Frantic now, he ground against her, meshing their pubic hair and watched her all the time, the expressions in her eyes growing from desire, to need and then to ultimate ecstasy as she exploded all around him in utter bliss.
    He shared it, then it was his turn to groan in submission as he shattered and re-formed, as if in slow motion he gave himself to her utterly and irrevocably.
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    Lying between Remy’s bedsheets, replete with his loving, Elise snuggled close, smelling his special scent mingled with the aroma of their recent lovemaking. He’d loved her into submission then loved her some more. “I’ve packed my things,” she said. “I was going back to Manchester tomorrow.”
    “Too far,” he said firmly. “Except, I’ve been thinking of starting another place. That’s why the timing of the review was so disastrous. I’ve started negotiations for a property in Edinburgh. Would that do?”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “I’m stepping back from the kitchen, Elise, becoming a chef patron. I want to expand.” He ran his hand over the soft skin of her stomach making her think of babies, permanence, thoughts she’d never dared entertain before with Remy. “I already have four restaurants in the south. Now I want more.”
    “I could have ruined all that.”
    “With one review?” He gave a harsh laugh. “Yes, actually, you could have.”
    “What happened? I still don’t understand why the meals were so awful.”
    “Two of my sous-chefs sabotaged me before they jumped ship.” He shuddered, his big body moving against hers in an unconsciously sexy dance. She snuggled closer into his arms, the hair on his chest tickling her cheek. “Cinnamon in mashed potato!’
    She laughed and he cinched her close, pressing her breasts against his chest, gazing down at her with blatant adoration. She realised for the first time in ages how fraught and worried her job had made her. “I like