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I pinch them both. He hisses then grimaces, letting the pain jolt through him, before crashing his lips atop mine again.
    Inside my mouth, his tongue is a vengeful animal. He tackles, twirls, punishes, penetrates. Scrapes my lips…and sucks out my breaths. By the time he is done, my hands have circled to his back, scratching down his shoulders and spine—
    And his hands are under my dress…toying with my panties.
    “Tell me they’re white.”
    I smile against his mouth. How this man can enchant and empower me, in the space of but four words, takes my breath away again. Is it something all men feel about the woman they’ve deflowered—and their panties? And does the answer really matter…as long as I only care about what this man feels?
    And how I continue to make him feel…
    And oh, all the things he continues to make me feel…
    Especially as I whisper in reply, “Yes, Cassian. They are white.” I jot in one of my mental journals, which by now have begun to outnumber my physical ones: buy more white panties .
    He growls in approval. Drops a stare of the same intent down over me, while working his hands around my hips…then beneath the very garment responsible for pumping both our lusts higher…
    and higher…
    “ Fuck .” The stunned flare in his voice is mirrored in his gaze. “Ella…your sweet parts…”
    Before I can help it, a giggle overflows. “My sweet parts ?” It is interesting to be the one not fumbling for words. Is Cassian Court, the man with a thousand dirty synonyms, suddenly out of golden prose? And why is stunned and awkward just as stunning on him as commanding and knowing?
    “They’re—” His breath hitches again, as he explores my mound more thoroughly. “They’re so—”
    “Trimmed?” I barely get it out at full volume. As he slips fingers past the neat patch of hair then further, between my intimate lips, my most sensitive button shivers. Heat races through my sex. My hands tighten, gripping the ropes of his muscles. My body arches, lifting toward him…blooming for him as if it is the first time he has stoked this sparkling fire in me. In many ways, it is. We are not the same two people who burst into our first kiss, in the shadows of my bedroom on Arcadia, two months ago. Now, he is much more than the riveting billionaire come to strike a deal with my father—and I am not the virgin girl melting in his arms. I am a woman. The woman who knows what the zenith of his passion looks like. Tastes like. Feels like. Who has been without it for so long… too long. Who needs it so badly, I am dizzy from the need.
    “When did you do it?” His question, just as much a demand for why I did it, is rough along my cheek.
    “You mean tame the forest?” I quip. “Yesterday. You had the big meeting about the Singapore power grid integration, so Kate and I took a long lunch. She might have mentioned something about how you like…things…this way.”
    His brow knits. “How the hell does Kate know about—”
    “Because she has been your trusted friend since college?” I am glad for the chance to tease a little more—and wrestle my libido to a semblance of control. “And…she might have mentioned that you chattered about it during a night of excessive drinking. And…I might have coerced her into taking me to the spa, once I knew. It was my idea, not hers, so place the blame properly. I just wanted to please you.”
    “Mishella.” A subtle growl advances up his throat. He resettles me with harsher jerks, fitting our crotches back together again. “You please me just by being here with me. You please me with the brilliance of your mind, the challenge of your spirit, and the music of your laugh.” His stare slides to my mouth. “And you definitely please me with your passion…”
    “And now, my waxed sweet parts.”
    After joining his chuckle to my giggle, he dances his reply across my lips. “Ah. Yes. Certainly those.” Another nip in, but not the full kiss I expected.