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Yours for the Taking
Honey, you’re too tense; loosen up a bit for me, will you?
Tasha had never had a lover like Ilio before. He was the kind of man who made sure she was sated before he even began to touch himself. No matter how she tried to rile him up, he would just grasp her wrists before laying a peck of a kiss on her lips.
“Careful, tiger girl,” he said. “You don’t know what beast you’re trying to awaken.”
She was ready to fight him — maybe pin him to the bed and straddle him just to show him who was really in charge — but he distracted her by saying, “Do you want to order room service? They have tiramisu.”
Her stomach rumbled its betrayal, and she had to look down as a blush crept into her cheeks. She hadn’t eaten in what felt like days. How had he known?
“Oh, Tasha,” he said, his voice whisper-soft, “I always know when you’re hurting. You know that. We don’t have secrets between us.”
They ended up ordering the tiramisu along with a bottle of wine. Tasha wouldn’t touch it, but Ilio liked a glass of wine on occasion. He was something of a wine connoisseur in some circles, having trained as a sommelier with some of the best back in his college days. It was a piece of his life that fascinated her to no end, but he would just shrug and say, “That’s in the…
