He looked at her, his temperature rising when he saw the hunger in her eyes. They were dark in the low light, filled with a fiery passion. His gaze dropped to her mouth. The sinfully tempting curve of her lips as she smiled made his heart flutter. He wanted to kiss her, to taste her and crush her lips under a forceful kiss. He wanted to feel her mouth against him, laving him, biting him.

The tug on his belt and the sound of her unzipping him made his hips jerk hungrily towards her.

He moaned out his relief at the ceiling as her hand slid inside his trousers, running along the length of him. She was mercifully cool against him, her fingers lightly tracing patterns over his hard cock. He arched his back, his eyes screwed shut as she pulled his trousers down over his backside, leaving them around his hips.

She sat down on his legs, and he could feel her knees either side of his hips. He focused on the feeling of her touching him. The soft stroke of her fingertips down his length, from tip to root, and the way they teased his balls, made him delirious. He moaned her name, begged her not to stop, to keep touching him, stroking him.

Her hair tickled his stomach and he reached up above him, tightly grabbing the headboard in an effort to anchor himself as she blew on the head of his cock.

He roared. * * * *

Kim sat back, still astride his legs and stunned at what she'd done. She looked at his face, watching him panting, desperately trying to catch his breath. The fine sheen of sweat on his skin caught the light, making his muscles shimmer as he breathed.

Her gaze dropped to his stomach and the sticky mess on it.

She couldn't believe what she'd done.

She'd only breathed on him, blowing cool air against his hot flesh to tease him, and she'd made him cum.

He opened his eyes, their honeyed depths calling to her, making her want to stare into them for eternity.

The muscles of his throat worked hard as he tried to swallow several times.

She didn't even know why she'd done it. Part of her had known that it would be his undoing. Somehow, she'd known it, as though he'd said it or it had happened before.

Grabbing her skirt where it was dangling over the edge of the bed, she wiped the semen off his stomach.

He frowned at her, took the skirt and finished the job. She didn't know what to do now. She'd never had

a lull in her dream like this. It seemed so real.

She gently stroked his softening cock. He wriggled beneath her. Ticklish.

It didn't stop her. She continued to run her fingers over it, and then shifted forwards until she was tracing patterns on his stomach. She could feel the sticky residue still, and the silkiness of his skin where it hadn't touched. She dipped her head, conscious that her breasts were brushing against his skin while her lips explored his flesh. Her nipples ached as she moved upwards, teasing both herself and him as she rubbed her body against his.

He purred. There was no mistaking the low rumbling sound coming from him. She looked up to see he had his eyes closed, a sublime smile on his face like the one he'd been wearing earlier that day at the office. She lightly raked her nails over his chest. He sighed. His muscles tensed beneath her, his whole body going taut and hard.

She leaned back, her slick pussy pressing against his hardening cock. She ground it a little, feeling it stir beneath her and moaning when the head of it rubbed against her clit.

She stared into his eyes as he opened them again, his hands coming down to skim up her thighs. Heat exploded inside of her, sweeping through her body in a shiver as his hands dipped in towards her crotch, and his thumbs brushed her pussy lips.

He smiled, holding her gaze, trapping her in his. She couldn't look away, couldn't focus on anything but his eyes and the exquisite feel of his thumbs dipping into her slick pussy. He brushed one over her pert clit, circling it and slowly driving her crazy with need. She ground against him again, using his hard cock to satisfy her hunger as his thumb tortured her.

Spreading her legs a little further, she silently begged him to keep touching her, give her the release she so rarely found in her dreams of him.

He jerked his hips up, grinding the length of his cock against her while spreading her pussy lips with one hand. She moaned and writhed on him as he brought two fingers against her clit, slowly rubbing it.

Her teeth teased her lip and she wanted to close her eyes but couldn't. She could do nothing but stare into his, letting him see how he made her feel with just a touch, and knowing that he could make her feel so much more if he was inside her.

She frowned when he raised her up, making her kneel astride him, and then groaned low in her throat when he slid one finger up inside her. He withdrew it and then easily slid two fingers into her, making her eyes widen. She was so wet and hungry for him that she was sure he could easily fit more in her. He thrust his fingers up inside of her, pumping her slowly at first but building into a fast, hard rhythm that had her panting for him when he brought his other hand into play. He circled and squeezed her clit, thrusting his fingers up inside her.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back, rocking her hips against his hand and not caring if she looked wild with abandon. She had to feel it, had to feel just what he could do to her.

Opening her eyes a crack and looking down at him, she breathed faster and faster, her heart thundering in her ears until she was sure she was going to pass out. She desperately rode his fingers, his name falling from her lips over and over until it all became too much. Her stomach clenched, muscles tightened, and she convulsed forwards against him, her cheek pressed hard against his chest as her orgasm carried her away. His tempo slowed to a steady slide in and out of her, drawing out the last spasms of her orgasm.

Lifting her head, she stared into his eyes, only half aware of his fingers leaving her and his hands coming to settle on her backside.

"That was..." she breathed, not quite able to speak, but wanting to tell him.

He shook his head.

"This is just a dream," he said.

She frowned when one of his hands left her and his other pushed her backwards. His cock pressed against her entrance.

He smiled.

"The best is yet to come."

Chapter 4.

Kim couldn't bring herself to look up when she walked into the meeting room the next day. She couldn't see Erik, not after fantasising about him like that last night, and certainly not after waking up to find herself soaked with desire and tingling as though she'd just had an orgasm.

Still, it was the hottest dream yet and at least she'd had some kind of completion in it. She gave a furtive glance to the room and raised her head when she saw Erik wasn't there.

The only occupants of the room with her were two men she didn't recognise, and Laura and Simon. She figured that the two men were the other party on the contract. One was definitely a lawyer. The sharp suit and preened back dark hair weren't the only dead giveaways. It was the way he kept shiftily looking at her and Laura, and the way he insisted on whispering everything to the other man in a voice loud enough that they could easily hear.

Her cheeks flushed the instant the doors opened and Erik walked in. She tried to hold his gaze but failed dismally when he smiled. Her eyes shot to the floor, her blush making her whole body burn.

He drew the chair beside her out and she inwardly cringed as he sat down in it. Her gaze was drawn to his legs as he stretched them out under the table. She remembered the lithe, strong feel of them beneath her. She shut her eyes and told herself to get a grip.

Plastering on a smile and hoping she wasn't going to spend the whole day blushing, she opened her eyes and looked at Erik.

He was watching her, his intense honey eyes making her want to melt into them.

"Could I get you a coffee or tea, Mr. Blackwell?" she said with a bright, cheery air. The tremble in her voice rattled it though.

He grinned. "I could use a coffee. One hell of a night last night. Almost too hot for me."

She felt the blush but couldn't stop it from happening. She died a little inside, knowing she was probably now the colour of beetroot. He didn't seem to notice. If anything, his smile broadened.

Shuffling off to get him a coffee from the urns that had been laid out at the side of the room, she took deep breaths and tried to calm herself. She forced a smile when Simon appeared next to her, his grin just a little too perky for this time in the morning. She poured him a coffee too, seeing straight through his false smile to the tiredness underneath. He'd probably been out clubbing all night or whatever it was that he did to keep him up to such unholy hours. He'd told her about it once, and had tried to get her to go along with him, but she'd excused herself by saying that clubs weren't her scene.

She handed him his coffee and then looked at the other one she'd poured. She'd forgotten to ask Erik how he took it. She glanced over at him and was struck by the look he was giving the man opposite him.

There was so much anger in it, so much hatred, that it caught her off guard. Why was he entering into a contract with someone he clearly despised?

She grabbed a couple of the little wrapped sugar cubes and put them onto the saucer along with a spoon. Carrying it across the room, she cursed the way the spoon rattled against the china cup, betraying her nerves.

She set it down in front of Erik and then sat in her seat, managing a real smile when he looked across at her.

"I forgot to ask how you took it. I'm terribly sorry. My mind is all over the place today. Hope you like it black." She silently berated herself for being so casual with him, and reminded herself that just because he'd given her a mind numbing orgasm in her dream last night, it didn't mean she knew him well enough to be so informal.

"I like it black," he almost purred the words at her and her heart leapt into her throat. He leaned closer, resting an elbow on the arm of his chair, and bringing his mouth to her ear. He whispered, "Black is such a sensual colour, don't you think?"

She swallowed and nodded dumbly as he withdrew back into his seat. She stared at the table and then at his hands as he stirred the coffee. It was mesmerising to watch the spoon going around and around.

Before she knew it, her thoughts had slipped to the way his fingers had teased her like that, circling and squeezing.

He placed the spoon back on the saucer and she squeaked when he touched her arm.

"Kim?" he said in a low, intimate voice.

She nodded again, lost in his eyes.

"I think you're wanted."

Her eyes widened. She was wanted? Her temperature rose to that of the sun and her mouth went dry.

His fingers slipped from her arm, brushing it lightly and making her even hotter.

He looked past her.

She turned and found Laura standing at the end of the table with her hands on her hips.

"Maybe you should get yourself a coffee, Kim," Laura said in a sharp tone. "I've been trying to get your

attention for five minutes." Kim blinked several times and then left her seat. She went to the coffee urn, pouring herself as much as would safely fit into the cup and loading it with sugar. She thought about adding milk but Erik's voice echoed in her head, telling her how sensual black was. She closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together when a delicious ache settled there. No milk. Black was sensual. She'd always liked black. Sitting back down, she opened the file in front of her and tried to concentrate on her notes. It was impossible when she could smell Erik's aftershave, and could feel the heat of him so temptingly close to her. "Shall we begin?" Laura said, her voice shattering the daydream Kim had been slipping into. The lawyer opposite her stood and cleared his throat. "My name is Lyle McConnaughy. I'm here to represent my client, Alistair Blackwell, in these proceedings." Her gaze moved immediately to the man sitting next to him. Alistair Blackwell? She turned to Erik. "My brother," he said casually, answering her unspoken question. She frowned and looked back at the man. She could see the resemblance now. He had the same honey-coloured eyes, and same jaw line, but his lips were thinner and his hair was a warm sandy colour, almost strawberry blond. He nodded at her, his eyes narrowing the tiniest amount and the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile that she swore was meant to be seductive. She dropped her gaze to her notes, frowned at them and then took a sip of her coffee. Her heart thundered. It seemed Erik wasn't the only man who could fluster her with just a smile. A thick wad of paper appeared in front of her. She stared at the first few lines, seeing Erik's name and that of his brother. Drawing it towards her, she wondered why he was entering into a contract with his brother and just what it was for. The room hushed as everyone read through the contract. She noticed that the only people not reading their copy were Erik and his brother. They were staring at each other and she could feel the tension radiating off them.

She shifted her attention to the contract and scanned the first page, flicked through to the next, and then looked at it as a whole. There were at least forty pages, all jam-packed with what seemed to be paragraphs about asset sharing.

She was halfway through when lunch was announced. It passed by quickly, nothing more than a short break in which everyone milled around passing niceties. She excused herself and went to the toilet, desperate to freshen up. The temperature of the room was rising as the sun moved around to hit the courtyard. Everyone returned to reading the contract after lunch and before she knew it, she was almost three quarters of the way through it. The door opened and someone came in, announced that more food was on its way, and then disappeared again. She frowned at her watch. It was late afternoon.

Her gaze shifted back to the contract and stopped on the last paragraph she'd read.

It was about blood.

What kind of contract had a clause about blood in it?

She looked at Erik, torn between asking and not asking. She knew that this was meant to flow smoothly, no questions asked, just read the contract and let them sign it, but there was something very wrong about a contract between two parties that so evidently hated each other and a contract that mentioned blood.

Erik turned to look at her and then at the contract. She knew her finger was resting on the paragraph.

She watched him read it, frown and then look at his brother and sigh.