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He jerked it out and went to his knees, shoving it inside both passages.

Dani grunted…then moaned.

He flicked on the vibration, holding it against her with one thumb while he nipped at her plump pussy lips with his teeth. He set up a rhythm, fucking her ass and pussy with the clever little vibrator, while his tongue and teeth swirled and licked and sucked and bit—

Her hands were in his hair, grabbing on tight, and she was rocking into his mouth, grunting softly, her thighs rock hard. He kept up the rhythms as her own fervor increased, until she was panting softly, punctuating every breath with moans and soft curses. "Damn it, Sam, let me come—"

He tortured her a little longer, until with several slow, lavish licks, he sent her higher…

Then fastened his teeth on her clit and dragged them upward, fucking her clitoris like a tiny dick, scraping up and down for several strokes—

Until Dani screamed.

And the elevator bell started ringing.

He kept up the pressure with his hand but pulled his mouth away in time to see her reflected all around him, her back bowed, legs spread, her lips rose-red, eyes closed and her face ravaged.

He caught her as her knees gave way and she fell.

"Are you all right, sir?" came the voice through the intercom.

It took him a minute to drag himself from the picture of satiation splayed in his lap, her legs spread, the little dildo still humming.

Finally he summoned the sanity to hit the Start button. "We're fine."

As the doors opened, he somehow managed to get them both out.

For a woman who was always in control of her environment and everyone around her, she was spending an inordinate amount of time out of her head with lust, Dani mused as Sam half-carried her to a plush sofa in a darkened room flanked by windows whose dimmed coating was punctuated by flares of lasers and sparkling shafts of light.

"Unh." She stirred, curious.
 
Set one booted foot on the floor beside this plush sofa.

Sam's gaze caught hers.

He burned.

Answering heat rippled through her as she watched his gaze drift to her parted thighs, to the shadowed vulnerability beneath the skimpy covering her very short skirt provided.

She smiled and widened her legs.

His face went hard as stone. Totally focused on her.

One hand rose and covered the bulge behind his fly.

"Poor Sam," she said. "Selfish Dani." She smiled wickedly and crooked her finger to summon him.

He shook his head, even as he was stroking himself. "You come here."

The bank of windows behind him intrigued her—though, truth to tell, not half as much as this man.

"I guess I could." She shrugged.

His gaze snapped up from her pussy and arrowed to her. "Get your ass over here. Now."

From anyone else such words would immediately have her back up.

But this was Sam. She wanted him altogether as much as he wanted her.

And fair was fair. She'd gone off like a rocket, but he was still…hurting.

She extended her right leg slowly, flashing her ass at him, then set that foot beside the other and sat up. Elaborately she stretched, showing plenty of cleavage. She risked a glance at him, but he wasn't looking at her face.

His expression was intense and focused.

She rose slowly, unfolding her long body with exaggerated lassitude, still extending her arms over her head so that her skirt rose high, skimming the edges of her mound.

Then, instead of walking to him, she turned and set her
 
hands on the sofa, which bent her over so that he could see her bottom. She jutted it backward, slipping one hand between her legs and sliding her long middle finger back toward her ass.

"If you don't get over here this second, I am going to smack that pretty ass until it's red," Sam warned.

She mock-gasped. Glanced back over her shoulder, brows lifted. "Really?"

"You cocktease."
 
But he was grinning, too.

She captured her lower lip between her teeth and tilted her head. "Well, if you insist…"

The head of his dick was above his belt now, a mound beneath his shirt.

"Oh!" She faked surprise."You poor man. You should let me take care of that for you."

He grinned as she approached. "You aren't one bit sorry."

She glanced from beneath her brows. "I could be…" Her voice was a breathy whisper.

"I want to drill you so bad."

She glanced at the view past his shoulder. "Can they see?"

"Do you want them to?"

She studied the writhing crowd below, the faces slack with hunger, the bodies rubbing against one another to the sensuous beat of the music. "I don't think they're paying any attention."

"I am."

She looked back at him. "You are, aren't you?" Slowly she licked her lips as she reached for the buttons of his shirt just above his waistband. One open, then two… "There you are," she said to the head of his dick.

Then she bent and swirled her mouth over it.

Sam dug his fingers into her hair and groaned.

She sucked him inside, enjoying the unusual sensation of sucking only the head of a cock, prevented from the shaft by the belt tight around his lean waist.

His hand held her in place while she did her best to torture him, wondering if she could make him come with only this much of him to work with.

Sam groaned, then reluctantly drew her back by her hair. "Not yet."

She lifted her head and faced him. Their eyes were closer to level than normal. "I like being this tall."

"I bet you do." His smile was only a little strained.

She glanced down and began to work his buckle. Letting her fingers graze the plum head again and again.

He sucked in a breath. "If you don't get that belt off quick, I'm going to use it on your gorgeous ass."

"Yeah?"

His ripped belly shook with his chuckles."You are incorrigible."

She finished with the buckle and began on the clasp and zipper. "You like that about me."

"I do." His voice sounded strange, so she lifted her head and looked at him.

His expression was as serious as she'd ever seen it. "God help me, I do. Dani—" he began.

His tone was too serious. She shook her head to prevent whatever he'd intended to say next. "Ah…at last." His fly was open and before Sam could finish his thought, she bent and sucked him down deep.

"Ahhh…" Sam groaned as she began to slide up and down on him, reaching inside his pants to clasp his balls and play with them in counterpoint to the sucking rhythm.

With a snick, she heard his belt slide through the loops.

As she bent at the waist to suck him off, she felt the cool metal tip of his belt drift over her derriere, dancing between the globes and skimming over the lips that were plump with her passion.

She jutted her ass higher as she licked and sucked and played.

A whistle of air—

A sharp sting on her ass.

She sucked him down her throat as she yelped.

His warm hand covered her behind and rubbed, soothing the ache. Like a cat she nearly purred.

Another lash, and her pussy was on fire, too. She squeezed the inner muscles as a climax threatened.

With one hand Sam guided her head again and again over his cock, punctuating the rhythm with a lash, then tender strokes to soothe the flesh that was on fire.

She rotated her face over his shaft, swirling her tongue one direction while her head went another. With one hand she teased his balls, while the other one crept toward his ass.

She teased one finger around the hole, and Sam froze, but she kept working him over, darting her finger away, then back, all the while sucking and playing with cock and testicles.

Another lash. "Dani…"

She put her finger in his ass to the first knuckle.

He shot his seed down her throat, coming in wave after wave while she swallowed and suckled and stroked, letting her finger remain where it was.

"Goddamn you, Dani," he growled.

Then
his
legs buckled.

She rose, grinning in triumph, her lips wet with his come, licking an escaped drop at the corner of her scarlet mouth.

She pushed him too far sometimes, always trying to top him.

But he was the top. However often he had to prove it, he would. He gripped her shoulders and whirled her, plastering the front of her against the glass. He gripped her hands and planted her arms above her head, then yanked her hips backward a little, skinning her skirt up over her rosy ass.

Already hard again, he shoved his dick inside her and began fucking her with a violence he had never set free like this before.

He felt the excitement shudder through her, felt her bottom push back against him as she tried to bend forward more and pull him in deeper.

"Don't…you…move," he warned and picked up the rhythm, driving into her like a man possessed.

Her inner muscles tightened, milking his cock, pulling him along toward a new place they hadn't yet visited—

But she was resisting, struggling to maintain control.

So he bent over her and whispered in her ear. "Now they can see you."

Her breath hitched. Her head moved enough to glance down and spot several heads looking upward, other fingers pointed.

Dani growled.

He fucked her harder.

They came in a blinding blaze of glory.

Chapter Five

AS HER BREATHING STEADIED, DANI became aware that Sam ranged over her back like a very hard and muscular blanket, and she waited to feel claustrophobic. To want to shove him back and get some air.

But she found herself wanting to nestle instead. Felt the comfort of his size, his solid strength.

And she…liked it.

The very notion had her tensing.

"Shh…" he murmured, his breath whispering over her hair. Slowly his arms descended from where he'd manacled her wrists with them, his touch skimming over her body, carefully and thoroughly tracing her curves.

She allowed herself to relax into his touch for a moment, to drink in the sensation of his big hands gliding over her skin, pausing to cup her breasts ever so gently, then slide over her belly and skimming around her waist…trailing over her hips…

Before returning to close about her midriff and hug her to him, her back to his front.

She lowered her arms in his wake, let them come to rest over his and just…leaned. Let his strength surround her and make her feel…

Safe.

His arms tightened around her, and she felt his body respond.

He placed his lips on her nape and began cruising around to that sensitive juncture of shoulder and throat.

The moment trembled, as though time held its breath.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she realized they were still visible to a few below, though most had turned away when the show ceased. She took a step back, though his big body stood in the way.

He responded by moving away from the window as well.

But he didn't let her go.

So she broke free. Gathered her wits and pulled in the fleeting, pointless scraps of emotion she'd carelessly let loose. She pasted a bright neutrality on her face and turned. "Well, that was nice."

His gaze narrowed. "Nice?" One brow arched.

"Okay, it was hot. Everything between us is…hot." She shook her head. Glanced around at the sleek office with its acre of desk and high-tech gadgetry. "So…you own this place?"

He studied her without speaking, until she found herself shifting on her feet like a green recruit.
 

Struggling to regain her composure, she whirled and began prowling. "Nice digs. The club is impressive. Is that the business you're—never mind." She didn't want to know anything about him. No intimacy. Just sex, that's all this was.

"What are you so afraid of, Dani?" he said in a tone gentle enough to make most women weak.

"Me?" her arch tone matched her arrogant eyebrow lift. "There's nothing I'm afraid of."

"I won't hurt you." A tiny smile played over his gorgeous mouth as he, too, probably was remembering the flogger he'd used during their menage to devastating effect, the belt with which he'd spiked her pleasure tonight. "Not permanently, at least." The expression vanished, and he looked at her too closely.