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“Do we need it off?”she asked.
“Your dress?No, I can work around it.”
She loosened the zipper to let it fall to the floor.“I didn’t mean that… I meant the glass.”
Backing toward the couch in the room decorated like a modern lounge, she stepped out of her shoes and freed her hair.
“Told you the exhibitionist thing did it for you.”
“If you’re afraid…” He touched his watch again and the glass became clear.“Good boy.”She cast aside her bra as he lost his jacket and tie.By the time their bodies met, only his pants were in the way.Sliding the leather from its buckle, she freed him from the fabric.“Are you scared we’ll get caught?”
“Yes,” he said.With one harsh push, he sent her down to the couch.“Distract me.Prove your worth.”
Sitting with her, he kissed her shoulder, her neck, easing her onto her back to find his place between her legs.
The softness of his styled locks warmed her splayed fingers.He made his way down her body, kissing and teasing every inch.Every tingling, savoring cell of her skin wanted this, him, his mouth and hands, his kiss, his touch.
And then he spoiled her clit.“Xavie,” she exhaled.
In the frantic pace of the previous week, there hadn’t been time to stop and enjoy each other.Even in the nights, when she dreamed of him, she didn’t call or ask him to visit.If she’d wanted sex that bad, she could’ve found a server or musician to seduce.But they wouldn’t have matched up to the innate way Rourke pleasured her body.
It was weird that she didn’t have to tell him, didn’t have to ask.Somehow, he just knew how she liked to be kissed.His body read hers, letting nature take over, shedding anything contrived to just be in the moment and do what felt good.
His finger slid into her, one, then two as his tongue worked to arouse her to the edge of climax.
“Mmm,” she purred, her body undulating against his tongue’s caress.“Good boy.”Definitely good.Until the moment he surged up, abandoning her pussy to kiss her lips.“That didn’t mean stop.”
He thrust into her, pushing a gasp out of her at the unexpected intrusion.
“How’s that?”he asked, moving inside her.“That good?”
She smiled.Her eyes were barely open, and she couldn’t feel anything except him, but… “Yes,” she murmured, rising and falling against him.“So much better.”
Sneaking away was an incredible idea.All the stress and concern about the party, and unexpected guests, melted away with every advance.One or both of them had signaled the other, he’d just picked up on it before her.They’d gone too long without enjoying each other.And what a perfect moment to make up for lost time.
THIRTY
“THIS IS A DISASTER!”
Facedown in bed, it took her a second to place the voice.Leon.Mm, the fabric smelled of Rourke.Must be his pillow.
“It’s not a disaster.”That was Rourke’s voice.“Knox’s people are working on it.I’m pissed I missed the drama.Where was I?”
“How the fuck do I know?”Leon exclaimed.“This will be a PR nightmare.”
“No, it won’t.Why do you think I’m friends with the Colliers?We can spin this if it gets out.”
“If?”
“Yo!Radley!”Rourke shouted.“The cops are looking for you!”She smiled without opening her eyes.“Get up!”
“She’s here?”Leon asked.
Someone tugged the sheets down to uncover her back.“Lazy witch is still in bed.I did all the work last night, why do you get to sleep in?”
With all the time in the world, she rolled onto her back.Leon screeched and spun away.
“I threw the party,” she said, stretching her back.“What’s wrong with him?”
