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against her entrance, pushing forward he entered her, holding
still to let her get used to him. Then he penetrated her, pausing
frequently to let her adjust to his size and girth.
    She loved the way he felt inside her, his slowness
and patience giving her a chance to enjoy the feel of him. This
time there was no stinging, no pain, she stretched for him,
gripping him tightly. The tension in his body was visible, he was
using every ounce of his self control to take it slow and make it
pleasurable for her this time.
    He sunk down lower, resting gently on her body when
he was completely inside her. His lips sought hers and he lay
still, deep inside her, while his tongue traced along the inside of
her lips. She kissed him back, her lips moving against his, which
were incredibly soft and tender. For now the intense angry man had
gone, replaced by a kind and patient lover.
    The spell was broken when he began to move, riding
her to crest a wave of pleasure. Unlike before it as a slow build,
his hands stroking her flesh, and his lips kissing her neck. She
stroked his back, then down his arms, wanting to feel him moving
both inside and out of her.
    His rhythm quickened, jerking hard he came inside her
and she rose to a peak with him and throbbed and pulsed around him,
draining him of his seed. He groaned against her, pushing hard and
deep, her nails dug into his back when he strained hard against
her.
    She felt her orgasm wash over her, draining her
emotionally and physically, tears pricked her eyes, the whole
experience of the night too much for her. It had finally hit her,
he would make love to her like this for two days, get his money's
worth, and then chuck her out. Where as she was falling in love
with him with every second that ticked by.
    Lying still in each other's arms contentment settled
over them. She lay with her head on his chest listening to his
strong heart beat, with his arms wrapped protectively around her
she could lie in a half daze dreaming of what her life would be
like if this was for real, if he had met her and dated her instead
of buying her in an auction. At no other time had the mistake she
had made been so enormous. How could any man take her seriously in
these circumstances?
    She thought he was asleep when she finally moved. His
voice in the dimming light made her jump.
    “Not planning on running away, I hope.”
    “No, I wanted to use the bathroom. I thought you were
asleep.”
    “Afraid not, I don’t want to give you the chance of
slipping away from me.”
    “No, I guess you haven't had your money's worth yet.”
She slid from the bed; his hand snaked out and grabbed her
wrist.
    “That’s not the only reason, I thought you knew
that?”
    “I don’t know anything, except you paid a lot of
money for me.” She yanked her hand away from him, covering herself
with a sheet as she walked to the door, hoping the bathroom was
where she thought it was, and she wasn’t going to make a fool of
herself by trying to go into a closet.
    He let her go, settling back down onto the bed, one
arm resting under his head. She could almost hear what he was
thinking.
    She opened the door and was relieved to find a
spacious en suite, shutting the door she leaned back against it,
and took a long shuddering breath, telling herself to stop being so
stupid. This was a business deal after all; it was naive of her to
try to read more into it than that.
    Still, her eyes were red and her face blotchy when
she came back out five minutes later. If he saw he had the decency
not to comment, but his eyes never left her as she went back to the
bed and sat on the edge, not willing to get back in by the side of
him. She did not know how much more of this she could stand, and
hoped he had had enough of her for now.
    “Can I get you anything?” he asked.
    She thought for a moment, needing a drink, but unsure
of what to ask for. What did men like this have in their fridge?
Then she realised what she really did want. To know his