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“There’s something in the air tonight. Every man I’ve encountered acts like it’s a full moon.” I said.
Thorn swept me with a long, cool gaze, but he kept his composure, unlike the other men I encountered tonight. His eyes sparkled, though, and his cologne’s scent intensified, which happens when a man’s body temperature rises when the thought of sex crosses his mind.
I swallowed hard.
“You look lovely,” he said. “I like your hair.”
I sipped more champagne, too aware of his nearness but also needing a distraction from the sexy roll of Thorn’s voice and his scent’s aphrodisiac effect.
“Thank you. I did what you suggested and kept the pink ends under wraps.”
“It’s a good look for you. I never understood why women dye their hair in unnatural shades.”
Was the Hand compelling me? I licked my lips hungrily as I gazed at Thorn. He wore a sophisticated silk tux that probably cost more than I pulled in a year’s work. A curl of Thorn’s dark hair hung on his forehead, begging my hand to brush it back, and my breath caught in my throat. That old black magic began to well between my legs as I contemplated unbuckling his belt and pulling down those expensive slacks to see if he went commando or wore silk underwear. Either would blow my mind. Then I’d ride him like the stallion he was. With that thought, I found it difficult to breathe.
I fanned my face as I scented my arousal and blushed. But, thankfully, Thorn didn’t seem to notice. He pulled out his phone and stared at it.
“I hope your friend is comfortable in the house,” he said. Thorn spoke as casually as he inquired about the weather the next day.
I watched in fascination as he sipped his drink and his Adam’s apple bobbed. I wasn’t one to worship a man’s Adam’s apple, but I couldn’t bring myself to tear my eyes off Thorn’s.
“She couldn’t stay. I’m sorry to have inconvenienced your driver.”
He waved his hand dismissively while still staring at his phone. Then he looked ahead and stuck the phone into his inner jacket pocket. “They need to earn their paychecks.”
Then he turned his gaze to me, and his eyes widened.
“Damn,” he said almost under his breath.
I tossed back the champagne, then reached to place the glass inside the bucket by Thorn’s side. I had to lean over him to reach it, which I didn’t mind in the least.
“What do you think you’re doing, Miss Barlow?” he said.
My head was nearly in his lap, giving me a wild variety of sensual thoughts. I think about putting my hand on his crotch and feeling the hardness I’m sure would greet me, of yanking his slacks down his legs to find his cock springing to the ready, and raking my tongue along his dick long and slow to see him shudder. My breathing became shallow, my head was spinning, and if he didn’t kiss me right now, my heart might shudder to a stop.
“I’d prefer not to think now if you don’t mind.”
A low growl emanated from his throat, and in the low-level light of the limo, his eyes swirled faster and turned red.
“There is something you should know,” he said in a husky voice. Thorn stared at me intently with those eyes that should scare the shit out of me, but they didn’t. My entire body thrummed to a primitive beat, and the place between my legs quickened to a fire I could not deny.
“That the Hand of Belial sparks the lust of the men near me? Yeah, I know.”
He chuckled.
“Aren’t you full of surprises, Miss Barlow,” he said.
“I think we can dispense with the ‘miss’ right now,” I said.
“That might be best.”
He pulled me up to sit on his lap, and boy, oh, boy, the promise there was the biggest I’d ever encountered. Thorn stared at me, drawing me deeper into those eyes, and brought his hand to my breast and pinched the nipple hard. Stabs of pleasure and pain flew through my body, and I threw my head back. Thorn caught my head in the crook of his arm and lowered his hand to the spot between my legs while staring deep into my eyes. He slipped his hand under the glittery stockings and fingered my tender flesh.
I gasped, and he swirled his index finger at my entrance, so wet that every touch was pure bliss. Expertly, he slid a finger inside and clamped his thumb on my clit. My heart pounded as Thorn stroked me, staring into my eyes with whirling demonic orbs. I couldn’t breathe, and my heart revved to the redline. Overwhelmed with sensation, I leaned into the crook of his arm and closed my eyes.
“I like that you didn’t wear panties,” he said in a near growl.
I couldn’t speak and just nodded my head.
