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He clamped his hand down hard on her thigh before she could jump up from his lap and ruin everything. "Just because they're gone doesn't mean we're not being watched, Kitten."
He stopped her from turning on his lap by pushing her into a standing position, spinning her around, and bringing her back down so she straddled him. The move brought her barely covered center up against his hard cock and, giving in to temptation, he slid his hands up the outside of her smooth thighs to the high, round curve of her ass and pulled her against him. White-hot
pleasure shot through him right to the base of his spine.
She dropped her head, touching his forehead with hers, and rolled her hips, not bothering or not able to keep quiet her sweet little mewl of pleasure. Her heat seeped into him, trapping him in the moment, and the urge to strip her bare and fuck her in front of everyone sucker-punched him. God, if only he could. But this was supposed to be a lesson for her, not a release for him.
So how come you're the one being schooled, chump?
"Who's watching?" she asked, her voice like warm syrup, smooth and sweet against his skin.
"The waiters. The regulars. The staff." He moved his hands to her hips and shoved her away just enough to put some air between her heated core and his hungry dick before he lost his tentative hold on sanity. "Some reporters finagled an invitation a few months ago. Needless to say, that was not appreciated, and newcomers are greeted with suspicion."
She toyed with the buttons on his tuxedo shirt as she shimmied forward so her soft, wet center again pressed against his hardness. "I don't remember seeing anything about this place in the news—and I'd remember."
"Exactly." Beguiled by some sort of lust spell he couldn't explain or break, he worked his hand back down her thigh and to the outside of her dress, where he walked his fingers up to the zipper at the nape of her neck. "The Davies-Smythes have friends in high places who take care of things for them. What in the hell are you up to that has you here asking about their art collection?"
The zipper's metal tab felt cool against his overheated fingers. He shouldn't. He did anyway. Slow. Patient. Deliberate. He inched the zipper down, loving the appreciative moan she made as her dress gapped loose.
She sighed and closed her eyes, total bliss written all over her beautiful face. "It's a long story. What I need is to find out who their dealer is. Better yet, if we can get a look at their collection, I can find out if it's here. That'll get me one step closer to finding Gidget."
"If what's here and who is Gidget?" He fought to stay focused on the problem at hand and not the horny, pliant woman who'd just tugged his bowtie undone.
"Later." She slipped his top button free.
In a desperate move to stop this before he had her on her knees in front of him with his cock down her throat, he grabbed her wrists and jerked them away from his shirt. Over her shoulder he saw Amelia and Oliver striding across the salon.
"Fuck, they're coming back," he said, not recognizing the nearly out-of-control need in his own voice. "No more questions, Kitten, not if you really want answers."
"This isn't a game." She nipped at the corded muscle along his throat. "Gidget's been missing for two weeks."
"As soon as we leave, you're not getting away from me until you answer everything." Or they were too sated for him to care anymore.
Oliver and Amelia halted beside the banquette. They didn't sit down. Taz looked up at the other couple but didn't bother to remove his hand from inside Bianca's unzipped dress or push her away from where she'd laid her cheek on his shoulder as her fingers went back to work on his shirt buttons.
Amelia looked pissed beneath her normal cool veneer. "I'm so sorry, but we have to cut our visit short tonight. Perhaps we could meet again to continue our talk of art and..." Her gaze went to where Taz's hand disappeared behind the silk of Bianca's dress. "...other things."
"Sounds perfect." He nodded his head. "I think Kitten is a little overwhelmed by her first trip to Bisu Manor anyway. It's probably best if I take her home."
"Lucky girl," Amelia said at the same time that her husband responded, "Lucky you."
He stood, drawing Bianca up with him and turning her around so she faced the other couple. The movement shifted her dress so it slipped off one shoulder, exposing the creamy upper curve of one full breast. The material was stopped from slipping all the way down by the stiff peak of her hard nipple. One tiny yank and the silk would slide the rest of the way down. His cock twitched and his balls tightened at the idea.
Amelia and Oliver were equally entranced by Bianca's dress's precarious situation. Now was the perfect time to ask one last question while all of their blood had joined his in heading south.
"My accountant suggested a few private art dealers for me to check out tomorrow, but I'd love to add your dealer to the list if you don't mind sharing his or her name."
"We don't use a dealer." Oliver blinked as he tore his gaze away from Bianca. "There's nothing quite like the hunt when it comes to women or art, don't you agree?"
"Most definitely."
Unable to stop himself, Taz looked at Bianca as she stood flush with desire and on display. She hadn't made a single move to fix her dress. She was either the world's best actress or was totally turned on by her accidental almost strip tease. He had about ten seconds before he wouldn't be able to resist taking the tease out of strip and whipping the dress off to feast on her decadent curves and secret wet places.
"Goodnight." The word rushed out as he let his hand drop lower so he cupped the firm globe of her ass and steered her toward the front door, praying the valet had parked his Porsche close by.
* * * *
The cool, late fall Texas air ruffled the loose hairs around Bianca's head, tickling her sensitive earlobes and dancing across the bare expanse of her upper back. Her dress hung off one shoulder, sending a deliciously naughty shiver through her. Especially when Taz continued to stroke her ass while they stood in front of Bisu Manor and waited for the valet to bring his car around.
