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He leaned back against the padded backrest and spread his legs wider.
She stepped between them, unquestioning for once, as he skimmed his hands up the back of her dress and lifted the skirt.
“Six months,” he whispered. “You’ve been here for six months and didn’t let me see you.”
“I wasn’t aware anyone was looking.”
“Well, I’m looking now. I’m gonna look until I’ve had my fill, and you’re gonna let me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
At the sharp plunge of his fingertips into the meat of her ass, she gripped his shoulders firmly and tried to mouth some complaint. She couldn’t get it out, because he was kneading her, and she liked it. She liked that he did what he wanted—she liked not being the one in control at the moment and was so damned curious about what he’d do next.
“These are in the way,” he said.
She felt the rip as much as heard it, but her processing speed was slow, and it didn’t register to her that the tearing sound was her pantyhose. He’d made a hole and pulled it apart without once taking his gaze from hers. “I—”
“I’m not going to promise to replace them, so don’t ask. Jesus, your skin is so fucking soft.” He slid his thumbs along the insides of her upper thighs, so close to her pussy, but just barely avoiding the crotch of her panties. “It’s like satin.”
“Uh…thank you?” For some reason, that seemed to be the wrong response. Obviously, he’d paid her a compliment, but what she should have been doing—if she were really going to play the part of the clueless prude—was slapping his hands away and scowling at him. The ship had sailed on playing that role the moment she’d stepped between his legs.
She was up on her toes, stretching away from the fingers he was dragging up to her panty elastic, and not because she wanted to shun his touch, but because it felttoogood.
“Flat on your feet, pretty girl.”
And just like that, she came down off her toes and landed atop his knuckles. He caught her tender clit on a downstroke, making her drive her fingertips deep into the flesh of his shoulders. “Oh God,” she gasped.
“Usually, I buy a lady dinner and a drink before I get into her pants.”
“You don’t see me as a lady. Is that what it is?” She spread her legs a bit farther to make room for his probing finger. He tucked it inside her panties and between her folds, and she let out the moan she couldn’t stop.
“I do see you as one, but I’m setting aside my own rules tonight.”
“What are your rules?” Frustrated, she grabbed his wrist and guided his finger deeper inside her.
He pulled it back out and gave her ass a punishing squeeze.
She growled.
Okay, I get it.
If he wanted to be the captain, she’d let him be the captain, but he’d better either steer the fucking boat or let her off it.
“I like to think I’m retired from the scene.” He scissored two fingers inside her, filling her sheath while stroking, and keeping that intense, pale gaze locked on her face. “I don’t trawl for partners anymore. More often than not when I show up at Clay’s or places like his, I’m ready to go home within an hour. It takes some doing to keep my attention.”
His voice was a practically a purr—that of a cat far too comfortable with his circumstances, but at the moment she had no real drive to shake him up.
He pulled his fingers free of her and slipped them between his lips, licking them clean like a starving man being served scraps instead of an entire feast.
He grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her. She could hardly tell which end was up when he spun her and deposited her on the bench he relinquished. He gave the heavy table a forceful push back, and it swung away on an arm she hadn’t noticed, giving him plenty of room to get close. Leaning over her, he forced his knee between her thighs and parted her legs again.
“You’re interesting, Valerie. You’re hitting my radar pretty damn strong. Why is that?”
“I-I don’t know?”
Maybe she was like a microchipped pet and all he had to do to find out that she was a sexual submissive was to flick her little button. She’d come along so nicely for him.
He inched her dress up to her hips and stroked the wet silk over her cleft and she writhed beneath him.
“So, you’re leaving in a month, huh?”
