All Chapters of COLLECTION OF LUST AND LOVE: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

With practised ease he yanked them down, slithering them over her knees to her ankles. He knelt to slide off first one shoe and then the other—tossing them aside with the tights, so that they lay discarded. And then he rose again to take her in his arms.Maybe he should have carried her across to one of the plush sofas which comprised the more casual meeting area of his office. Stripped her off slowly and provocatively as she doubtlessly deserved. But for the first time in his life Theodore couldn’t bear the thought of delaying this for a second longer than was necessary. Her wide eyes and quickened breath were doing something inexplicable to him. He felt unaccountably primitive … as if his desire to possess her was urging him along on a dark and unstoppable tide.He touched her against her panties, heard her make some yelping little sound of pleasure and frustration as he ripped them apart. Then he unzipped himself with a shaking hand, freeing the leaden spring of his erection with a

She shuddered. She’d been like a woman possessed—urging him on as if she couldn’t get enough of him. It had been the very first time she’d ever let a man make love to her, and she’d been so greedy for him that she hadn’t wanted to wait. She felt the dull flush of shame as she acknowledged that she hadn’t even been ladylike enough to hold out for doing it in private—in a bed!Yet she knew what kind of man he was. Hadn’t she seen him in action often enough in the past? She’d lost count of the times she’d been dispatched to buy lastminute presents for his current squeeze—or bouquets of flowers when he was giving chase to a new woman.And what about when he started to cool towards the object of his affections, so that he became positively arctic overnight, usually three to four weeks into the ‘relationship’? She’d witnessed the faint frown and the shake of his head when she mouthed the name of some poor female whose voice was stuttering down the telephone line as she asked to speak to him

This is the last kind of place I’d have thought you’d choose,’ said Theodore slowly.Pamela looked up from the laminated menu, which she already knew by heart, and stared at the hawk-like beauty of the Prince’s autocratic features. ‘You don’t like it?’He looked around. It was noisy, warm and cluttered. Lighted candles dripped wax down the sides of old Chianti bottles, posters of Venice and Florence vied for wall-space with photos of Siena’s football team, and popular opera played softly in the background. He could remember eating somewhere like this years ago as a student, at the end of a rowdy rugby tour. But never since then. ‘It’s … different,’ he observed. ‘Not the kind of place I normally eat in. I thought you might have chosen somewhere …’‘Yes?’ Pamela raised her eyebrows.‘Somewhere a little more upmarket. The kind of place you’d always wanted to go but never had the chance.’Pamela put the menu down. ‘You mean somewhere like the Green Room at the Granchester? Or the River Te

‘By “settling down”, I suppose you mean getting married and having children?’ he questioned.Pamela nodded. ‘I suppose so.’Theodore’s lips curved. She supposed so! ‘The perfect nuclear family?’‘Well—’‘Which doesn’t exist,’ he interjected.‘That’s a little harsh, Theodore.’‘Is it?’ Black eyes iced into her. ‘You experienced one yourself, did you?’‘Well, no. You know I didn’t. I told you that I never knew my father.’‘And it left a gaping hole in your life?’‘I tried never to think of it that way,’ she said defensively. ‘Holes can always be filled by something else. It may not have been a “normal” family life, but it was a life.’‘Well, I never knew a “normal” childhood, either,’ he said, more bitterly than he had intended.‘Can I … can I ask what happened?’He stared at her, and she looked so damned sweet and soft that he found himself telling her. ‘My mother almost died having me, and after I was born she was so ill that she needed round-the-clock care. Zamorah was that bit older

‘Theodore,’ she said slowly, laying down her pen and putting the churned up feeling in her stomach down to his tantalising proximity. ‘You know perfectly well that the office always runs smoothly in your absence. In fact, there’s a quiet air of calm around the place. People are that bit more relaxed when the big boss isn’t around.’He gave a slow smile as he loosened his tie and dropped it in front of her like a calling card. She sounded as unruffled as she always did when she spoke to him in the office—her cool air of composure barely slipping. Why, nobody would guess that the last time they’d seen each other she had been giving him oral sex in the back of his darkened limousine. Demonstrating yet another new-found sexual skill which she seemed to have adopted with her usual dexterity.And he had reciprocated by sliding his fingers beneath her skirt and bringing her to a shuddering orgasm just moments before he’d left the car to catch his flight to JFK.Yet to look at her now she see