Electa knew those words… She already heard those words so many times when they were making love or when he just held her in his arms after a long hard day… She moaned with angry triumph, then went for the kill with a lethal precision he really should have been ready for.
She sank her teeth into his full and pulsing sexy lower lip. With a grinding growl of reaction, Adrastos bent her into such an acute arch that she cried out. The next thing Electa knew he was kissing her so deeply she lost the ability to do anything else but cling.
Electa absolutely loved the way he kissed her… As if he had to, as if he’d go crazy if he didn’t and had nearly waited too long. Her heart went crazy, another anxious, helpless moan sounded deep in her throat, and her breasts were crushed against his chest now, their
‘Sulking’? He dared to think she was merely… sulking?“I just don’t want to be in your life anymore, Adrastos! Can’t you see that I can’t stand being near you?” Hating that she was revealing even this one small glimpse of vulnerability to him, Electa shot away from the desk.“Your body sang a different tune a few minutes ago, moro mou. And, just so you know, you will be in my life again,” Adrastos returned, smooth as glass, “because your baby brother expects you to do whatever it is I want you to do.” He was challenging her to deny it. To call his bluff. In one dark corner of her agonized feelings, Electa even suspected that he wanted her to w
Electa felt suddenly as if she was suffocating. A sizzle of self-awareness imprisoned her breath. Adrastos was looking at what she was wearing, his too-dark eyes coming alive with a glow which highlighted their true rich brown color as he swept them down over her black mini-skirt with green patterns teamed with a flimsy black chiffon top. The tension began to throb between them as Adrastos followed the way the skirt clung to her tiny waist and fell in soft gathers three-quarters of the way up her lengthy thighs. Without the matt black tights, the skirt would be indecent. With the tights what that tiny skirt did for the length of her legs was nothing short of sensational. What the flimsy top did for the high, firm rounded breasts he could see moving behind the gauzy fabric was, however, a different thing ent
“Do you need me to spell it out to you before you recognize what’s going on here, Electa?” Adrastos rasped. “The rings don’t matter. But the credit card he took matters! If we let Flynn get away with what he has done, what do you think he’s going to take next? Or, worse, who is he going to steal from to finance his gambling habit?”“It’s not gambling!” Electa heard herself repeat Flynn’s own defense from a hazy place filled with horror and self-disgust. “Y-you speculate on the markets all the time, Adrastos, and I’ve never heard you call it gambling.”“I don’t steal from other people to do it. I don’t drag my family down to a level where they are forced to defend me like you are doing now… just to save his face!” Guilty as charged, Electa quivered out a pained, shaken breath.“Adras
“I’m coming to bed, ‘zoi mou’, Adrastos murmured impassively.” (n/a - Here means ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘darling’ but usually means ‘my life’) Electa clutched the duvet all the tighter.“Are you joking? Not in this bed! And not with me, you’re not!” His response was to cast the robe aside with the casual grace of silent intent. He was wearing nothing beneath it, not a single solitary stitch, and was so absolutely carelessly at home with his naked beauty he just stood there and let her look her fill. Electa’s mouth dried up. The helpless need to reacquaint herself with every familiar contour sent her eyes drinking in every glossy square inch.
Electa’s eyes were almost closed. She was trying so hard not to let his huskily delivered taunts spark a response from her. But her body was not playing. Her body was stirring up every sense she possessed. As if he knew it, Adrastos shifted on her slightly, and the tips of her breasts stung as they sprang into tight, tingling pinpricks of feeling against the tautly stretched duvet. Gently but surely, Adrastos pressed his hips downwards, and the greater contact with her thighs made them start to pulse. And still, his fingers continued to hover a hair’s breadth from her cheeks. Still, his mouth maintained that tiny tantalizing gap above hers.“Come on, Electa mou, say something,” he encouraged. “Describe how these many lovers matched up to me… I can’t wait to hear all about
‘Great willpower you have, Electa,’ she thought grimly, then glanced up sharply as Anna suddenly rushed into speech.“I’m sorry for staring so much, but… You’re Electa Harrison, aren’t you? Oh, what am I asking…? Of course, you are! Gosh, you’re even more beautiful in the flesh than you look in all those magazines…” Thoroughly startled by this unexpected compliment, Electa just stared, and Anna started blushing as if she’d made some terrible mistake. Electa suddenly saw how young she was, and actually kind of cute. Despite possessing the sexiest curves she’d seen in a long time, being in the industry Electa was in, Anna Williams had a natural warmth about her that made Electa feel mean for being so cool with her.“Let&r
He was wearing a grey pinstripe suit that draped his long, powerful frame as if it loved being there, and he looked absolutely sensational. Tall, dark, and tanned, with the kind of hard-angled, well-balanced features that just instinctively attracted women to him: the exotic curve of his cheekbones, the thin nose, the gorgeously sexy full, sensual mouth. Her stomach was churning and her eyes were unwillingly glued to the slightly sardonic gleam in his. And Adrastos was smiling. But, worse than all of that put together, Electa could see him naked again, after his conceited pose beside the bed he had dumped her on last night. And this was a guy who liked snowboarding down the Alps or skydiving off them. The same guy who swam umpteen laps of his swimming pool every day before breakfast and could pump iron without breaking into a
Electa couldn’t move. A deep chill of foreboding was settling over her. Adrastos was going to give up on her. He’d changed his mind because he was already fed up with her shrewish attitude. She could feel the change of heart bouncing off the grim hardness of his long, elegant stance.“Adrastos… Please…” She didn’t even care that she sounded pleading.“‘Please’, Electa?” he quizzed cynically. “Now, there is a word I don’t hear from you too often. Tell me, are you begging for your brother’s sake or for your own sake?”“I just don’t understand what’s the matter with you!” she cried. “I thought we had an… an agreement, but you’re sending me so many confusing signals I no longer know what I’m supposed to