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    “If y-you’re going to finish me… then finish me…” she hissed at him anxiously, her loins soaked and her heart pounding in her ears, louder than the bass that echoed around the club. She twisted her head around to look up into his icy blue eyes, which gazed down at her flushed face skeptically.
    “So quick to be so close,” he whispered, and she nearly burst into tears when he pulled his hand back from inside of her—except then his fingers pulled down her panties a few inches and pressed back into her. The sensation made her hips jump, and she pressed her lips back into his neck.
    “ Beg .”
    “Wh-what?”
    “Beg me for it, sweet girl,” he growled at her huskily, and her heart thundered for an entirely different reason. “I am a prince, and you are nothing more than an American school girl I shouldn’t be touching. Beg me for it.”
    Her mind raced, flabbergasted at the order and yet finding her lower lips suckling tighter at the idea of it. Katherine bit her lip, never having begged for anything in her life. But, god, if she didn’t, and he left her like this …
    “Please,” she whispered, lifting her head enough that her voice could pour into his ear. The word made him thrust harder, and she started to spasm. “Please, let me come… make me come right here, in your lap… I want it so badly, please …”
    “Please what?”
    She swallowed hard, knowing she was right on the edge and yet he knew just how to touch her that she wasn’t peaking. Damn him for that. “Please… my prince .”
    Katherine bit down on the collar of his shirt out of instinct, and it was a good thing she had because he ground his thumb into her clit and filled her to the brim with hard, quick thrusts at the same time. A high-pitched wail tried to steal itself from her throat. Two of her nails actually succeeded in ripping through the taut fabric of his shirt and scraped along the smooth skin of his back for a moment, making him grunt slightly. Her hips jerked out of control, and only the fact that she’d gotten her feet off the seat prevented her from banging against it incessantly. Her mind white and her body hot, it took her a long moment to finally collapse against him, trembling, stilling. Her eyes were wide, almost unable to believe that had just happened—regardless of what she had told Tara about jumping his bones.
    Eric pulled her panties back into place; she hadn’t even realized he’d pulled out of her. “Go get cleaned up,” he murmured into her ear.
    Katherine immediately sat up, staring at him. “You aren’t going to be here when I get back, are you?”
    His head tilted at her slightly. “You’ll just have to see, ma chérie, but I assure you that you need to get cleaned up.” Her throat tightened, and she shifted, glancing down; she’d left a stain on his pant leg. Yes, she needed to get cleaned up.
    And yet, as she slid out of his lap, her legs wobbling, and headed downstairs to the main floor where the restrooms were, she was already fishing her coat ticket out of her bra and heading outside to get the rest of her stuff. Screw the fact that she’d only been gone a goddamn hour. Screw letting him get the last word and still managing to leave her wanting.
    It took all of Katherine’s control not to slam the door to her hotel room when she finally made it back. She was mildly woozy, which she imagined was more from the fact that she had just been publicly made to come by a prince than the fact that she’d only had half a drink. She kicked off her shoes just inside the door, leaving them sprawled haphazardly. She really didn’t give a damn right now if they were in the way.
    “Katherine? What the hell…” Tara’s voice, groggy, started in the darkness. The sheets of her bed rustled while she fumbled for the light on her bedside table. “Could you seriously be any louder?”
    “Sorry,” she muttered in answer, forcing herself to take a deep, calming breath. “I