He wrapped his arms around her. “Are you a
merciful angel?”

She placed her arms around his neck, and
moved closer still.

He nipped at her lips, tasting them,
searching. When she opened to him, his tongue slipped inside her mouth. His slow exploration was a teasing assault on
her senses. 

She followed his questing tongue impatiently, sensing there was so
much more with him than she had ever experienced before.

His kiss was thorough, determined and so
relaxing, she wanted to stretch out on a masseuse’s table.

Angelina burrowed against him, and then she
knew. He had seemed in complete control of himself,
but now she stood cradled between his strong legs and she could feel that he
was not. She felt exhilarating satisfaction, but she wanted more. She moved
against him.

Tony groaned against her lips and leaned her
back against the desk.