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he led her to down the hall to what was obviously the bedrooms, she stopped him. “I think I can find my way through the rest of the place. Where is Dharr?” she asked.

The man stiffened slightly before he replied, “He should be arriving any moment now, madam,” he said and backed quietly out of the apartment.

Electra looked around, stunned to see that this was not a hotel but an actual apartment complete with every conceivable luxury. She wandered into the bedroom and opened closets, finding some of Dharr"s clothes in one but the other was filled with women"s clothing, still in the plastic coverings with tags on. There were more clothes than a man could need in a single weekend and she assumed that this must be his own apartment for when he was in Paris. It was about a quarter of the size of his London flat but perhaps he didn"t stay here very often.

All thoughts and suppositions about the beautiful apartment were swept away when she heard the front door open. Running out of the bedroom, she hurried to the living room, for the first time wondering where her guards were, but not really caring as Dharr walked through the door.

At the first sight of him, her breath caught in her throat and she stopped short, taking in the overwhelming magnificence of him. He was wearing a dark suit and his hair was neatly combed but when his dark, intense eyes saw her, one hand reached up to pull his tie lose, his long, determined strides eating up the distance between their bodies.

When he reached her, he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up so her mouth was almost even with his. His lips captured hers in a kiss meant to convey possession, absolute domination and Electra could no more deny that possession and power than she could stop her heart beat from racing.

Her arms wound around his neck and her legs around his hips and she couldn"t seem to get enough of him. She wanted this man unlike anything she"d ever desired and, being so new to the world of passion, she was unable to hide it from him. She wasn"t sure she would even if she were more experienced.

She had no idea of the passage of time or the movement of their bodies until she felt the soft mattress beneath her back and his warm hand against her naked breast. How her shirt had come off, she had no idea.

The rest of their clothes were removed just as quickly and she was gasping for breath as his hands roved all over her body, his fingers touching, his lips tasting, the rest of him moving in ways that elicited just as much passion and her mind whirled with the feelings. She tried to slow down, to figure out what to do and how she could touch him but he was merciless in his passion and she accepted his dominance, reveling in it and feeling powerful that she could also make him feel this way.

When he entered her, she cried out and felt complete for the first time in a week. Until he started moving that is. Then she wasn"t ready for the intensity of the feelings, the desire pounding within her as she clamored to find the release that would ease the painful yearning deep inside her.

When she finally climaxed, she could only scream as the waves rolled over her, crashing against her body as the pleasure increased, then slowly subsided, leaving her limp and exhausted, but also cradled gently in his arms.

He lifted off of her, bearing his weight on his arms as he looked down at her. “Good evening,” he replied with a twinkle in his eyes.

Electra laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “Good evening to you,” she replied just as formally. “How was your day?” she asked.

He threw back his head and laughed. “The ending was perfect,” he said.

She sighed happily and speared her fingers through his hair.“I agree,” she replied.

“Will you always be this passionate when I walk through the door?” he asked, his head bending to nibble her ear lobe.

Electra wriggled, initially starting to evade his mouth but then accepted that this was exactly why she"d come to Paris. “I don"t know. Why don"t you go back out and try it again. I"ll see if I can rouse myself for the same performance,” she said airily and her bottom was swatted for her efforts. She laughed and lifted