Mills & Boon Stars Collection: Sinful Proposals: Seduced into Her Boss's Service / Wearing the De Angelis Ring / The Surprise De Angelis Baby

Her orgasm was an explosion that took her to another dimension. A slow build, getting faster until she couldn’t breathe as he pushed into her, hard, long strokes that drove her wild. She heard someone groaning and realised that it was her.

When they had both finally come back down to earth, with her head resting on his chest, she listened to the steady beat of his heart and the first thing that came to her head was that she didn’t want this to be a one-night stand and that was such a scary realisation that she wanted to whimper in panic.

It felt as though someone had pulled a plug she hadn’t even known existed and all of a sudden her prized self-control was slipping remorselessly through the plughole.

This wasn’t going to do! She’d made love and it felt as though she’d made love for the first time, felt that this was what the fuss was all about, this soaring, wonderful sensation of flying high above the clouds, a feeling of complete and utter union with another human being.

Had that made her vulnerable? Because, if it had, then she was going to have to find a cure pretty damn quick.

She yawned and sat up, slipping her legs over the side of the bed, and he caught her hand and gently tugged her back down.

‘Going somewhere?’

Sunny flipped her long hair to one side and glanced at him over her shoulder. ‘To get dressed.’

‘Why are you going to do that?’ He stroked the underside of her wrist lazily.

‘Because it’s after midnight and I need to get home.’

‘You don’t need to get home. There are too many bedrooms in this house to count. You can have your pick.’

Sunny noted that he hadn’t suggested she share his room with him but he wouldn’t, would he? He knew the lines that had to be drawn. Where she suspected she still had the capacity to melt, he was as hard as steel.

‘If Eric can’t drive me to the station, I can call a taxi.’

Stefano sat up and frowned. ‘You don’t want to do that...’ He tugged her a little bit more so that she fell back against the pillow and he cupped one breast with his hand, teasing the nipple into a stiff, throbbing peak. ‘And your nipple agrees with me...’

Sunny wriggled. Of course, this was his great strength, she thought. It wasn’t his looks, incredible though they were, or his bank balance or the house he lived in or the helicopter he owned or the cars he drove... It was his searing intelligence and his wicked sense of humour. Both those things could be her undoing.