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"Touch yourself, make yourself come."
With a finger either side of her clit, she squeezed, nudging free a quiver of pleasure. She had to open her mouth to breathe properly
"Nice?" His smile lingered as he watched, his expression keen.
She nodded. "Is anyone looking?" She gulped air, realizing how that sounded, blushing furiously. "I mean, I don’t want anyone to notice, not here."
"Just me. I'm the only who know what you're doing."
The thought that she was stroking herself to orgasm under his command in a posh restaurant tripped a switch somewhere though, and she rocked her body against her hand. She rubbed slowly at first, then faster as her body cried out for relief. The look on Lucas's face urged her on, until she was pressing so hard it was moments away.
"You're about to come, aren't you?"
He could tell. It pushed her over
the edge.
A burst of pleasure suffused her groin, followed by hot waves of relief pooling over her entire body.
"Give me your hand. Let me taste you."
His request made her groan. She felt so horny that she could climb over the table and straddle him right there and then. She pulled her hand out from under the table and laid it over his. Her fingers were coated in her juices. He drew her hand to his lips, kissed and licked her fingertips.
Her core tightened. She glanced about. He took one finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. "That's only made me want you even more," she commented.
Lucas gave a husky laugh.
"In that case, my gamble paid off."
"Do you ever lose?" she responded, amused.
"I try not to." He studied her intently. "I assess the risks, then I make my move on an informed assessment of those risks."
Her breath was trapped in her lungs. "What are you risking now, Lucas?"
"Everything."
Chapter Eight
Naomi quickly realized Georgio Melandros enjoyed the undercover sleuthing way too much. Was it partly the dressing up fetish Lucas had mentioned? She smiled to herself when she thought about it. Dressed in a Hawaiian shirt, Yankees cap and shades, he led her through major London department stores pointing out possible locations for a Drusilla's display. They taxied between the venues and Naomi quickly got a feel for the way he worked and his network of contacts.
On their third stop, the flagship store of a national chain based on Oxford Street, she began to see his vision for her range. It excited her to think it was actually going to happen.
"It's beginning to feel real now," she commented.
"Brace yourself, Naomi," Georgio responded, "you're going places."
Her mood was buoyant. "I'm so glad you took me on."
"You’re a star in the making."
"We'll see." She was a bit embarrassed.
"Oh, we'll see all right. I'm picturing you here there and everywhere. And we have to get you into one of the franchises at Heathrow and Gatwick. That's an international gateway platform right there. You’ve got your passport up-to-date right?"
She nodded.
"Be ready for anything."
