Sweet Immortal (The Golden Collection) by Kam Carr

ran over and lifted me up in the air spinning me around. Slowly he lowered me to my feet and grabbed hold of my face. His forehead resting against mine. The smile not once leaving his magical mouth.
                  “We need to go and get you a ring” he kissed my lips and the tingles started below. I loved the way he tasted and he was going to be mine forever. The butterflies started in my stomach and that low arching wanton feeling began down below. This man already controlled my body.
                  I pulled away. “What about the viewings?”
                  “Fuck them!” He walked over to the door and opened it. “Hey!” He yelled. “We will take this one.”
                 
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                  The estate agent immediately entered the room looking very pleased with himself. No doubt he was making a lot of commission out of this.
                  “Good” he grinned. “Lets talk money!”
     
     
                  I admired it again. Wow, it was beautiful.
                  “Do you like?” Maxwell asked pouring another glass of champagne for me.
                  “I love it” I beamed. After we had got the ring, Maxwell had checked us into the Randolph Hotel. The same suite we had spent the day with each other. At least this time I didn't have to rush off and lie about it. I never had to do that again. I was finally with the man of my fantasies.
                  “Here” he handed me the glass and sat down  next to me on the bed. He draped his arm around and that smile hit his lips. “Now this is perfect.”
                  It was perfect. In less than twenty-four hours I had gained a future husband and a home to spend time with him. I was a lucky girl. I held out my hand again to admire it. My Father was going to be very impressed by this. He liked Maxwell, in fact Maxwell had been the only person he had ever taken to play golf. That was a huge thing to my Dad. Maybe we could go and see him next weekend. Tell him the good news face to face. Hang on, I hadn't called my Mum yet. We were speaking regularly now.
                  “I should call my Mum” I said taking a sip of my champagne. I watched Maxwell's eyes narrow and his mouth went tight. Why did I always get that reaction when I mentioned my Mum?
                  “You don't like her?” I asked allowing my inquisitive mind rule my mouth.
                  “She is quite a character” he answered. “Lets just enjoy today and we will think about telling everyone tomorrow.”
                  “God, I love you” I said in my sexy voice.
                  “Do you now?”
                  I nodded and began biting down on my lip. “I love you more naked and laying in bed.”
                  “I couldn't agree more with you” he winked. He took the glass out of my hand and placed the both down. He slowly crawled over to me and his lips united with mine. His tongue invading my mouth, then his lips moving down to my neck. His fingers quickly got to work on my shirt buttons. He pushed my shirt aside and my breasts were at his mercy.
                  Through my lace bra he begin to tease my nipples, tugging with his teeth on one and his fingertips gently pulling the other. I could have had an orgasm just from this. His hands slipped under my shirt and inside my thong. Slowly magically he found that spot and began to explore.
                  I tipped my head back and gave a grown of pure ecstasy. He removed his finger and his hands appeared. He pushed my skirt up my legs, pulled my thong to the side and his mouth was there. Teasing me with his tongue, swirling, licking and sucking my sweet spot. My hands found my hair and I began to tug tightly.
                  All of a sudden he stopped. I looked