Bedded by Blackmail / Millionaire's Secret Seduction: Bedded by Blackmail / Millionaire's Secret Seduction. Robyn Grady

to take in more air, she opened her eyes and looked up into his dark, appreciative gaze.

      “Relax.” His voice was low and husky. “I don’t intend to rush.”

      With the deep, steady thrum of his words drifting through her, his knee edged hers out a little farther, then he began to move with such a beguiling, animalistic genius, soon she couldn’t remember a time before this. Before them. Her fingers trailed over the damp rise of his broad back and some insane part of her wanted to hold on—past tonight, into tomorrow and right the way through to next week and next year.

      A few delicious moments later, all thought vanished in a blast of steam as an inferno gripped her low and wonderfully deep inside. Holding on to his hips, she cried out and clamped down around intense, raw pleasure—bright, throbbing, exploding sparks. Radiating waves pulsed through her, drawing another gasp from her lips, making her soar far away from any worry or doubt she’d ever had. She’d never felt more alive.

      As the divine waves slowly ebbed, every muscle in his body locked above her. Her hands wove up between them, her touch reveling in the brute strength of his chest and his neck. She welcomed his final thrusts—his deep groan of pleasure and release—at the same time a serene knowledge settled over her.

      This was what it was like to know a real man’s love.

      She wanted to know it again.

      The next morning, Ella awoke feeling as if she were still in a dream. Lying on her side in the darkened room, she opened her eyes to a sliver of daylight spearing through a crack in the blinds. The air was still, the mattress soft, and on her skin—in her hair—she smelled him.