In the Brazilian's Debt(82)

                Sweeping the papers off the desk, he pressed her back. ‘Let’s not waste time,’ he said, staring deep into her eyes.

                ‘Who’s wasting time?’ she demanded, having already unbuckled his belt. ‘I take my barbarians as I find them—preferably naked, but when it’s an emergency, I’ll take whatever I can get.’

                ‘I trust you expect me to behave like a barbarian, rather than to waste too much time on unnecessary preparations?’

                ‘You got that right.’ She groaned as he took her deep.

                She had never been more aroused. Chico was big and tough and hungry, and she liked nothing better than to feed his appetite. She loved it when he was tender and gentle with her, but she liked him fierce best of all. ‘Just don’t stop,’ she instructed as he thrust deep. ‘At least not until I tell you to.’

                ‘Understood. So, to summarise—’

                ‘Forget the summary and get on with it. I’m close.’

                ‘You’re the best asset I’ve got,’ he said, setting up a deliciously rhythmical pattern of deep, firm thrusts, ‘so you’ll come back to Brazil with me—’

                ‘I’ll come anywhere,’ she assured him, hanging on by the slimmest of threads.

                ‘You’ll graduate and play in the match, and then we’ll discuss the details of your duties—’

                ‘Stop—’ Clinging to him, she drew a breath. ‘Nothing’s been decided yet.’

                ‘It has by me,’ Chico informed her coolly as she hung suspended in his erotic net.

                ‘Then it’s no deal,’ she said.

                ‘Would you like me to stop?’

                ‘I’d like you to finish what you started.’

                ‘That can be arranged...at a price.’

                ‘Which is?’

                ‘I need you to work with me. The team I’m going to put in place will need your input.’

                ‘I need your input.’

                Chico’s teeth flashed white against his dark skin as he laughed down at her. ‘I have to say this is the first time I’ve discussed contract terms under these conditions.’

                ‘I should hope so. Now, could you just—?’

                She cried out as Chico did exactly what she needed him to do—and did it thoroughly and very well indeed.

                ‘That was amazing,’ she panted. ‘You really are the best.’

                ‘Out of how many?’

                So few she wouldn’t even embarrass herself by mentioning the number, and not one of them could make her scream. ‘Stop looking for compliments,’ she said as Chico raked his hair, making wild even wilder. ‘You know you’re the best.’

                ‘Money’s no object, Lizzie. You can buy all the stock and equipment that you need—’

                ‘Are we going to just talk about business?’ she interrupted. ‘Because, if we are—’