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She turned as if startled—caught red-handed—but her expression melted into pleasure when she saw who it was.
He straightened up. "I apologize, I made you jump."
"No. I was hoping I'd run into you." She smiled at him. It was rich with suggestion and humor.
He walked over to where she stood, the tip of the molded cock in her hand now idling against her chest.
"I take it from your examination of the objects d'art from the play that you enjoyed them and were taking a closer look?"
She purred, audibly. "Absol
utely, it was a great prop." She paused, a teasing smile hovering around her lovely mouth. "When I saw it lying there, I had to check it out first hand." She eyed him up in a way that made his blood roar.
She was unmistakably aroused, her pupils dilated, her scent rich in the air. "Did its use in the show turn you on?"
"It would be impossible not to be turned on, wouldn't it? Weren't you?"
She had no trouble turning the question back on him and he admired her mettle, chuckling in genuine amusement. "Oh yes, but...believe me, I had the best view in the house. From where I was watching I could appreciate the audience...as well as those on the stage." He inclined his head at her, eyeing her body, underlining the private message in his words. "And that was quite a pleasure in itself."
Color rose on her cheeks, but she didn't turn away. Her lips parted, but she did not reply. There was a palpable tension in her, similar to that emanating from him.
"Have you enjoyed your evening?"
"Yes, the show hit so many notes." She spoke slowly. "It made me think, and it made me hot. There was a directness about it, an unashamed attention to pleasure that was refreshing."
"That's what the venue is all about. It's important for people to find places where they can enjoy a different kind of experience, something challenging."
She nodded and her breath came quicker, her eyes flickering into his.
"The human character is a diverse thing," he continued, "people need many different stimuli to thrive."
"Such as exploring fantasies, like the play?"
Oh yes, she was definitely interested.
"Such as exploring alternative realities." He touched her lips with his fingers and she turned into his touch, kissing his fingertip, her tongue darting out to taste it.
Hot. "That sort of behavior does bad things to a man."
She smiled. "This?" She licked the end of his finger again, her eyes twinkling.
"That and the fact you're holding an erect cock between your breasts."
She laughed and glanced down in surprise. She turned away and put the strap-on back on the table where it belonged.
"Although I would much rather it was my cock in your hands."
When she turned back, she returned his stare with candor. "That's not beyond the realms of possibility." Her gaze dropped to the place where his cock was hard in his pants.
Any iota of self-control that might have been within his grasp vanished. He stepped against her, taking her face in his hands, his fingers sinking deep into her hair.
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with pleasure, her lips parted in anticipation. He bent to kiss her, running his tongue along her lower lip, tasting her.
She responded, her hands on his shoulders, her mouth opening. She was lush and supple, her body moving against his in the sexiest way. He moved one hand to press her closer still, resting it in the small of her back. They were body to body. His cock sensed warmth, softness. Willingness. His balls thudded insistently.
A cough issued behind them.
Drawing back, he glanced round and saw Nathan, his right hand man, standing by.
