Asking for Andre
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“Inside me. Now. Please.” She fell to the side, her legs tangled awkwardly over his abdomen. He leaned over the side of the bed, rooting around until he found the condom he kept in his wallet. He ripped the foil package and quickly rolled the latex on. Just the fleeting touches required to put on the protection were almost too much stimulation. Watching her come, hearing her screams, tasting the sweet evidence of her arousal had him on the verge of combustion.
He flipped over, planting his hands on either side of her face, levering his body over hers. His cock brushed against her stomach.
“Yes, that’s it. Just like that.” Her face twisted in a mask of anguished arousal, every nuance of her pleasure written on her face. Her acceptance of him fueled the animalistic need roaring through him. He couldn’t be civilized when she looked like that.
He hooked her thighs over his forearms and thrust home. Her head fell back, her mouth parted on a sigh of satisfaction. Her pussy clenched around him, accepting him easily, as he stroked in and out. His cock swelled, the friction unbearably arousing, his hips telling him to slam home, to fuck her hard and fast. He pulled back and tunneled into her, burying the full length of his cock into her wet heat. They came together, his heated kisses absorbing her cries of satisfaction. They collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs.
“Look at me, Cassandra.” Her eyes opened and met his. He leaned down until their noses touched. “I love you, my treasure. And I’ll never stop.”
Casey reached up and threaded her fingers through the thick curls falling over his forehead. “I love you too.” She grinned up at him. He’d turned out to be her teacher in more ways than one. He’d taught her what it meant to love and to trust.
It was strange how everything had worked out for them. If she believed in magic, she’d almost think she really did have a fairy godmother like Anya claimed. He noticed her smile and raised an eyebrow quizzically.
“I was just thinking how nicely things have worked out. One minute, it looked like you weren’t going to even have a launch and then suddenly, it was all fine. How did you find a new investor so quickly?”
“Actually, I can’t take any credit for that one. The investor found us. Some Russian petroleum company. They were looking to diversify their investment portfolio. I’m not exactly sure how they knew we needed funding since we were careful to keep that out of the press.” He ran a hand through his head and exhaled. “It’s a good thing too. My personal net worth is substantial but much of it is tied up in property, mutual funds, etc. It would have taken time to liquidate or secure financing. Now I don’t have to.”
Casey narrowed her eyes, something about the story pricking at her memory. “You said a Russian company is your new investor? What’s the name of the company?”
Andre ran a hand over his face. “Petrov Petroleum Company. The representative who sent over the check was A.K. Petrova. They didn’t even ask to meet with us face-to-face, which seems odd now that I think about it.”
Casey turned her face into his shoulder to cover her grin. She was going to kill her best friend, right after she gave her a big hug. Anya Katerina Petrova had apparently not been exaggerating when she said she had money to spare. She was turning out to be Casey’s fairy godmother in more ways than one.
“You should have never told me you have a place in Milan, you know. I’ve always wanted to go there. You’ll never get rid of me now.” She curled her legs around him, holding him tight.
“Good. I don’t want to.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
“Then can we go to the Amalfi Coast? Oh, and I want to see where you grew up in Positano, too.”
Andre flipped her over and pressed his lips against her heart. “Anything you want is yours, my love. All you have to do is ask for it.”
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Multi-published author Minx Malone lives in the Washington, D.C., metro area with her three favorite guys—her husband and their two sons. She’s been writing since college when she finally figured out that daydreaming could be good for more than escaping boring business classes. Most of her novel ideas come to her at the strangest times, such as when waiting in line at the bank or while on the metro. She also gives some of the credit to her incredibly vivid dreams. She’s the only person she knows who dreams in HDTV with surround sound!
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