Say it with Diamonds...this Christmas. Sandra Marton

the kind of sexual pleasure that she’d had earlier that evening. And she wanted more.

      By the time she heard the Rolls throttle down in the driveway, Sarah was beside herself with excitement. When Nick strode into the room already stripping off as he went, desire had rendered her totally mindless.

      This time he did not speak and neither did she. Their coupling was fast and furious, a raw, animalistic mating that sent them both hurtling over the edge in seconds. Afterwards, they clung to each other, their skin pearled in sweat, their bodies stuck together.

      ‘I didn’t use a condom,’ he muttered into her hair.

      ‘I know,’ she rasped.

      ‘I’m sorry.’

      ‘Don’t be,’ she shocked herself by saying. ‘I liked it.’

      Oh, what an understatement. She’d gloried in his hard, unprotected flesh surging into hers, wallowed in his flooding her womb.

      His head lifted, dark eyes gleaming. ‘But you’re not safe. You’ve just opened the dungeon door, Sarah, big time.’

      Her sex-glazed eyes searched his. ‘What dungeon is that?’

      ‘The one I’ve kept my X-rated fantasies about you imprisoned in all these years.’

      Sarah’s eyes widened at the rather menacing metaphor.

      ‘Don’t ever imagine I’m in love with you,’ he snarled. ‘Love doesn’t live in a dungeon. Now, go to sleep. I’ve had enough for one night and I’m bloody exhausted.’