It Started With A Proposition: Blackmailed into the Italian's Bed / Contract with Consequences / The Passion Price

Jordan reached up to wrap her hair on top of her head in a knot, her eyes never leaving his.

‘You are so beautiful,’ he murmured, and kissed her lightly on the lips.

She blinked, then gasped when he went to step into the spa bath, still carrying her.

‘Oh, do be careful.’

‘I won’t drop you,’ he told her confidently. ‘Don’t worry.’

The water under the bubbles was deliciously warm, and Jordan sighed with relief when Gino finally sat down, angling her round so that she was sitting on his thighs, her back leaning against his.

‘Comfy like that?’ he asked.

Jordan swallowed. ‘Are you?’

He laughed. ‘I have a feeling I won’t be soon. But I’ll worry about that later. This is just like the old days, isn’t it? We had plenty of baths together then.’

‘I…I don’t want to talk about the old days, Gino.’

‘Fine. Here…have a sip of champagne,’ he said, picking up one of the full glasses and holding it to her lips.

Jordan was about to blindly open her lips when a wave of rebellion struck. ‘I’d rather have my own glass, thank you.’

‘Okay. Take this one.’

He gave it to her, but didn’t get the other glass for himself. Instead, he picked up the sea sponge which was lying on the bath’s edge and rubbed it across her stomach.

When he moved it up to her breasts she gasped, spilling some champagne as she jerked away from Gino’s chest.

‘Relax,’ he said, and used the sponge to press her back into her leaning position. ‘You’ll like it. I promise. Just lie back, sip your champagne, and keep your arms out of my way.’

It seemed silly to tell him to stop. Because of course she did like it—especially when the sponge grazed over her rock-hard nipples. Her pleasure was a double-edged sword, however, as her sexual tension increased with each passing moment. Soon every muscle she owned was twisted into a tight knot. She tried sipping more of the champagne, but nothing relaxed her for long.

‘Tell me about that case you won,’ Gino said.

Jordan turned her head and flicked startled eyes up at him.

‘You…you can’t be serious,’ she choked out.

‘Why not?’ he returned.

‘Because I can’t think, let alone talk when you’re doing that.’

‘Yes, you can. Try it,’ he said, moving the sponge down over her stomach again, then lower…

‘Oh!’ she cried as her hips bucked upwards.

‘God, woman,’ Gino growled.

When she felt his flesh suddenly slide up into her Jordan froze, gripping the champagne glass for dear life.

‘Just relax now,’ he advised again, as he eased her back down into a sitting position. ‘Lie back and don’t move. I want to hear about that case you won first.’

‘How can I? I…I can’t think.’

‘You can, and you will.’

Jordan could not believe she was doing this. She was desperate to move, but he kept her still with his hands splayed across her stomach.

‘What compensation did you get her in the end?’ he asked, after she’d related the whole story to him.

‘Three million.’

‘A tidy sum.’

‘Sharni still wasn’t a happy woman. Because it wasn’t about money, really. It was about justice. Money doesn’t make people happy.’

‘But it can help.’

‘I suppose so.’ She so wished he would stop talking.

‘You wouldn’t marry a poor man.’

Jordan sighed. ‘I would have married you ten years ago, when I thought you were poor.’

‘That was when you were young and naïve. When you were a romantic.’

‘You think I’m not a romantic any more?’

‘How can you be when you’re going to marry Stedley? You don’t love him, and I know it.’

Jordan didn’t like the way this conversation was going. She could cope if they just stuck to sex.

‘Could we have a change of subject, please?’ she asked tautly. ‘I didn’t come here to talk about Chad. Whether I love him or not is immaterial. Chad loves me, and he wants to marry me—which is more than I can say for you. All you want is to have sex with me. And kinky sex at that.’

‘You call this kinky?’

‘Yes. And so was that episode against the window. You’ve always been kinky, Gino. Making me go without panties and…and doing it to me anywhere and everywhere.’

‘You loved it all.’

Oh, why had she brought those things up? Just thinking about them turned her on even more.

Impossible to stay still. Impossible to be patient any longer.

‘You’re moving,’ he chided, taking a firm grip of her hips and forcing her to be still.

‘I want to move. I’m going to move. There! See? I’m moving. And you can’t stop me.’