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He held out a hand. “Quentin Jasper. It’s nice to meet you.”
Sheri gasped. Of course this was Quentin Jasper. He owned the freaking hotel and many others all over the country and beyond. She’d just never have expected meeting him like this.
She shook his hand, regaining her poise with a smile. “Same here. My name is Sheri Wilson, and I’m…”
“Taken, unfortunately,” murmured Dean from beside her. Her breath caught as she spun on her stool to face him. He had on a dark grin directed at Quentin.
“I should have guessed. Well, I’m glad I could keep Sheri company,” said Quentin, his deep blue eyes glinting with challenge. “And usually, I’m not the one to poach, but with such a worthy prize I can’t help but feel tempted.”
“Forget it. Sheri has eyes for no one but me, don’t you, princess?” said Dean.
Sheri bit on her lip, torn between a smile and a quake of trepidation. If she didn’t know better, she’d think Dean was jealous. Did he think she’d been flirting with Quentin earlier on? She’d been too preoccupied wondering about Dean’s whereabouts to truly notice the blue-eyed billionaire that much when she first arrived and he’d offered a drink.
“Whatever the case,” Quentin put in smoothly before Sheri could reply, “I’m glad to have met such a ravishing beauty. For once, I actually feel jealous of your impeccable taste, good friend.”
He smiled slyly at Dean before sending Sheri a wink and then backing away and soon disappeared, leaving Sheri with the glint-eyed Dean.
“Quentin is right – you’re ravishing.”
His gaze never shifted from her face, and Sheri went warm all over, while wondering what other people would think if he stared so fixedly. She squirmed with pleasure at his unconcealed appreciation and for the first time felt glad she’d decided to attend and to wear the clothes and jewels.
She couldn’t help but smile, her eyes lighting up – only for Dean to scowl and say gruffly, “Don’t smile like that.”
Her lips pouted at him slightly. He growled, “I don’t want to see you smiling that way at anyone else but me.”
She couldn’t decide if maybe she liked his jealous side too much. She should flirt with his handsome friends more often. Though she hadn’t really been flirting – or had she? Well, maybe not consciously.
Or maybe it was this dress and the gorgeous heels. Or the mystery and allure of the sea of masked faces around them, and the dangerous enchantment gleaming in Dean’s eyes.
He took her hand and kissed it, right there. It was a lingering kiss she felt to the very tips of her toes. With that, he drew her up and led her with him to the dance floor.
The music became a sensuous backdrop to Dean’s arms around her as they swayed together. There was almost no space between them, and Sheri’s nipples grew stiff as pebbles beneath her layers of attire, as her breasts were pushed against his chest.
She was so entangled in his heated gaze and embrace, she was totally clueless of anything around them or that they’d danced their way into a shadowy alcove. He took advantage of their momentary seclusion and bent to kiss her lips. He tasted and felt incredible, as always. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she welcomed him, soon twinning hers with his. The kiss seemed to last forever, making the folds of her sex pulsate and moisten.
She gasped in arousal as his hands wandered over her quivering body. She couldn’t protest as he maneuvered her into a small chamber off the ballroom. The increased privacy was indeed necessary, considering Dean now had his hand reaching into her bodice to release her breasts. He palmed one firm, hard-tipped mound in one hand, while she felt her skirt being lifted by his other. Then, she heard his sharp intake of breath when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties – again.
Dean broke the heated kiss to pierce her with his burning gaze. “This is becoming a bad habit for my peace of mind,” he rasped, and sunk to his knees while lifting her hem even higher.
“I thought you liked me being bad,” she said, parting her legs to give him more access. She stared with her mouth panting as Dean brought his tongue to her wet crease and licked. It was the most erotic sensation and image ever, especially when he never broke his gaze from hers. He buried that devilish tongue inside her sex, then swept it all around her clit and labia.
Sheri shook in her towering high heels, her spine tingling with blissful pleasure. He took her clit in his mouth and sucked on it deeply, just as if it were a nipple. She gasped loudly, too breathless to even scream.
He took hold of her wrists and pushed her hands to cover her breasts. He wants me to touch myself. Sheri whimpered and obeyed his unspoken command, squeezing her big breasts as they overflowed her small hands. Dean groaned against her throbbing clit.
