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He held the coat out for her. L.L. could barely breathe. She didn’t dare move.
If she was already this worked up over Tague—and the mere idea of the pearl thong—the feeling of those cultured beads along her hypersensitive flesh when she moved would certainly make her lose it. Immediately.
Her heart beat erratically, but she tried to get a grip. Tague waited patiently.
Endless seconds passed. Finally, she willed herself to take a small stride toward him. Then another. The pearls against her clit, the opening of her pussy, the rim of her ass all glided in fluid unison—and the gentle, rolling friction was electrifying!
“Tague.” She halted before him. “You have no idea how amazing this feels. So good. Too good.”
He walked around her to drape the coat over her shoulders. Then he returned to where he’d stood previously, facing her. He took her hand, lifted it to his mouth and kissed the backs of her fingers.
“You’re not alone.” He pressed her palm to his crotch. “Feel how hard you make me.”
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She partially cupped his erection, the length and width of him impressive. Sending more sparks shooting.
“Is this party mandatory?” she managed to ask around the lump of desire now lodged in her throat.
“If your last name is Mason, Hoffman or Stein.”
“Too bad.”
He stared heatedly at her. “Yeah. Definitely too bad.”
“Then I guess we’d better get on with it.”
He let go of her hand. She passed under the archway and grabbed her clutch from the kitchen table, her fingers a bit shaky as lust roared through her. She felt the pearls so acutely, so enticingly against her slick skin. A sensuous sensation because the beads were small and satiny.
She locked the door behind them and they took the elevator downstairs. When they exited at the lobby, Tague asked, “Doing all right over there?”
“Close to coming,” she murmured. And she wasn’t exaggerating.
He let out a low, sexy growl. “Very hot, sweetheart.”
“I’m not sure how I’m going to make it through the dinner.”
His arm was around her waist as they left the building. In his intimate tone, he told her, “Just say the word and I’ll take care of you.”
Mental flashes of him following her into the ladies’ room to fuck her made her nearly falter. But Tague had a firm hold on her.
He handed over her bag to the driver, who’d opened the back door of the limo upon their approach. She carefully scooted across the seat and Tague climbed in beside her. The chauffeur closed the door.
The partition was up. Soft music filled the cabin. Tague reached for the bottle of bubbly nesting in a chiller on the side bar.
“Champagne?” he offered.
“Think I’ll wait till we get there. I really don’t need any more aphrodisiacs.”
He poured a glass of scotch for himself and took a deep sip, then set aside the tumbler.
Heat consumed her at his nearness, and the thrill between her legs. She slipped out of the fur. Tague removed his overcoat and scarf as well. Unbuttoned his suit jacket for the ride.
“You’re not nervous about meeting my parents, are you?” he asked.
“Not presently. There are other things happening inside me that override nerves.”
“So, it’s working…”
