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Henry had an air of mystery around him, the kind where a person didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing; either way, they wanted to follow him to the ends of the earth.
Asher only had to give one wicked smile to make anyone wearing panties want to drop them for him. So basically, everyone and their mother wanted to experience his drop-dead gorgeous smile before he made them do outrageously sexual things.
Shaking off their hold on her, she marched up to them.
“You’re late,” she said bossily. “Right. These are your cue cards for your speech. Don’t mess it up,” she warned. They didn’t argue with her that they didn’t know they were going to have to give speeches, thank goodness. But nothing would make Tanya happier, and so they were doing it.
Not able to stand a second longer in their company, she quickly turned around and blended into the crowd, then spent the rest of the time avoiding them.
But that couldn’t last forever. Somehow they found her, and what they did to her shook her world.
It had been Henry who had caught her around the waist as she came out of Andrew’s study after leaving a very expensive gift there for Tanya to open later.
He pushed her against the wall in the dimly lit passageway. His body was hard and flushed against hers so that she felt every muscle of his pump with power. She had never allowed herself to feel so helpless before.
“You’re avoiding us,” he murmured as he lowered his head. His thumb brushed against her trembling lip.
“I’m working,” she said, but her tone lacked conviction.
She stopped breathing altogether when his lips touched the side of her throat. Her body started to sizzle when he opened his mouth on her. She couldn’t help the purr that escaped her lips as he licked her.
But when she heard his deep rumbling breath before he pulled her closer and started to suck on her flesh, Blakely’s mind melted as deep erotic shocks lashed her body every time he pricked her skin with his sharp teeth, only to kiss it better again.
She sagged against him, her spine liquified, and her nerves too drugged to care that she was fighting for control against the wickedness of his mouth.
She whimpered and moaned the deeper he sucked. And the deeper he sucked, the harder his cock became.
She was delirious under his touch and only belatedly remembered that he was giving her a hickey on her neck for everyone to see.
When he finally stood back and admired his work, he nodded, called her beautiful, and left her there, heaving as if she had run a marathon.
“If you try to cover it up with anything—makeup, your hair, anything at all—I'm going to take off my belt and spank you wherever we find ourselves. Understood?”
He didn’t wait for her to answer before he walked away from her without a care in the world. All the while, she had started to do body contortions just to prevent anyone from seeing them. The number of times people asked her if there was something wrong with her neck was eight times too many.
Taking a reprieve in the kitchen turned out to be no reprieve at all.
Her cry of shock was quickly thwarted when Asher pulled her into a utility unit and then shut the door behind them.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, trying to open the door, knowing it could only be opened from the outside. How on earth were they going to get out without whoever opened the door for them knowing that something illicit had possibly happened inside?
But Asher just grabbed her and looked for the mark Henry had left on her. She sucked in a staggering breath when he kissed her there, slowly, before he inched his lips down over her shoulders, using his teeth to remove the thin strap from her shoulder.
Cool air wafted over her as he exposed her whole naked breast. The dress didn’t allow her to wear a bra, and her panties were even less so.
“Asher,” she whispered, trying to cover herself up again, but he lowered his head and captured her nipple, and the electric band of sensation that whipped through her left every cell inside her vibrating.
He squeezed her breast to make her swollen nipple pop, and then he sucked on her voraciously, hungry as if he could draw a miracle essence from her.
Held up entirely by him, she watched as he sucked and then drizzled wetness all over her peak until she was soaking wet and glistening from his mouth. Only when he drenched her until his spit leaked from her nipple did he pull her strap back up again.
As if by magic, the door opened, and Asher, walking backward, rubbed at the dampness on his mouth, winked at her, then disappeared.
Blakely quivered as the heat from his mouth faded against her nipple. But then she felt her dress absorb the dripping dampness he had left behind, and the cool air against the fabric was a constant, dark, deviant reminder of what he had done to her.
She was ready to go home. Her body had never received such an onslaught of sensation, and they didn’t even know her deep, dark secret yet.
But as she walked into the heart of the party, alive with music, dancing, and conversation, her eyes locked with Simon.
