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She tasted herself on his tongue.

She could have been imagining it. Surely her wetness had dissolved by now, but logic didn’t make her certainty any less overwhelming. Didn’t lessen the riot taking place in her mind and body.

She and Snake had been fumbling fingers and grunts in the dark. She’d loved him to distraction, but he’d never taken care to seduce her. He had been the seduction. Just being a musician. Being a man who other people wanted.

And her rose-colored glasses had made everything better in her head than the reality of their sex life.

It had been nothing like this.

Her nails raked through the thick thatch of hair at the top of his head. Ropey arms came around her, squeezing her breath out as if he was going to steal her very essence.

So much.

Too much.

She wiggled back until he let her go. She stood and dragged him up off the chair. “Too hot.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“No.” She laughed. Mania bubbled out of her throat. At least that was what it sounded like to her. “Too hot in here. I can’t think.”

“Thinking is overrated.”

Her head roared as she got her bearings. She glanced around the room, but her friends were nowhere to be found.

How long had she been with Michael?

She peered back up at him, but his face swam a little.

“Let’s go outside.”

She nodded. “Good idea.”

He laced their fingers together and drew her through the crowd. She tried not to pay attention to how wonderful his hand felt in hers. No fumbling fingers, no re-tangling to make them sit right. First time absolutely perfect.

Her heart raced as she curled her fingers around his wrist and followed him without a qualm. Before she could wonder if it was a good idea or not, he drew her out onto the balcony.

Vegas sp

read out before her.

She gasped. The lights shone in the dark. As if Vegas was putting on a show only for her. Did everyone feel like this?

Was this the allure?

He pushed his way through the people and made a space for her at the railing. He hauled her in front of him and crowded behind her, his shaft tucked against her ass. Still hard for her. “Fuck, you fit me,” he said against her neck.

She did.

It didn’t make any sense.

“On your toes.”

She almost did just that. It shocked her how much she wanted to follow his direction. To see what it would be like.

“I could slip inside you and ride you with that fucking view as our audience.”

She gasped.

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