Their Million-Dollar Night by Katherine Garbera Page B

at his wrists and put them in his breast pocket before pushing his shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor.
    Undoing the knot and holding on to each ends of his tie, she drew the soft, silk material over his nipples. His breath hissed out through his teeth.
    She continued to brush one nipple with the tie while she bent and licked delicately at the other one. Then, when his hands clutched at her shoulders, she bit very carefully at his nipple.
    He groaned and his hips jerked toward her. She smiled and switched her mouth to his other nipplewhile continuing to move the silk over his body. She kissed her way down his chest, following the line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his pants. She let go of his tie and reached for his belt buckle.
    He had six-pack abs that had to have come from working out. She traced her finger over the delineated muscles and watched them ripple under her touch. “Do you work out?”
    â€œYes. Another thing we have in common,” he said in that husky voice of his.
    Maybe the only thing they had in common. Doubts surfaced, but she pushed them aside. She wanted Max, and to be honest there was little she’d wanted in life lately.
    â€œMay I?” she asked, stroking her fingers over his belt buckle. The metal was cool in comparison with his hot stomach.
    â€œYes, you may,” he said, in a voice that was little more a rasp.
    She unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops. Once it was free, she doubled it up in her hand and snapped it. “Have you ever had your hands tied during sex?”
    â€œWhy? You think you can dominate me?” he asked.
    She waited a heartbeat and then two before looking at him from under her eyelashes. “I know I can, and I don’t need this leather belt to do it.”
    He arched one eyebrow at her and leaned backagainst the wall. He looked like a decadent pasha from an exotic land who could have his pick of glamorous women, and for a moment she faltered. Max could have any woman…why her?
    But as she looked at this man, she knew that tonight he wanted only her. She dropped the belt and unfastened his pants. Slipped her hand into his loosened waistband and was surprised to encounter nothing but warm male flesh.
    â€œCommando?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t like to be confined.”
    She stroked his length, exploring him with her fingers before reaching lower to cup him. He shifted his stance, spreading his legs farther apart. She scored him with her fingernails, scraping carefully against his sensitive flesh.
    He cupped her head and brought her lips to his. His tongue thrust deeply into her mouth before he pulled back and stared into her eyes. He pushed lightly on her shoulders and she knew what he wanted. She lowered herself slowly, not kissing her way down his body but keeping her gaze fixed to his as she sank to her knees.
    She leaned forward, letting her breath brush over his erection before twirling her tongue over the tip. Before she could go further, he held her head in both his hands and gently guided her back up until their eyes met. She felt a shift deep inside her and knew that she was falling for this man.
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    Max lifted Roxy into his arms and carried her into his bedroom. He placed her fully dressed in the center of his bed. He toed off his shoes and socks and then pushed his pants off before he turned on one of the bedside lamps. The room was cast in soft light and shadows. His tie still dangled around his neck but otherwise he was naked.
    She rolled to her side to watch him, the skirt of her dress moving up to her thighs, and she shifted on the duvet. When she noticed how much skin she’d exposed, she stiffened and drew the skirt down her legs until they were covered again. Part of his heart was sad at the way she’d covered herself. Roxy was a woman who liked sensual things and that world had been taken from her when Technety attacked her.
    He was determined to give her back that