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    “And besides,” he said, “if anyone thinks they recognize either of us, they’ll decide they’re wrong. Since they’ll know we’d be too smart to behave that recklessly.” He concluded with a wink and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
    When they stepped onto the elevator, two younger guys in their twenties were already on board—looking dressed for a night on the Strip. She felt their eyes before the doors even slid shut, their gazes traveling across her partially exposed breasts and downward, as tangible as a touch. She felt their lust seeping out into the air, along with Tristan’s masculine pride. And once more, she felt like his plaything, his toy, his slave.
    Walking through the casino and toward the front doors provided the same torture as walking up the hall—her nether regions burned with aching, desperate need from the specially built panties. Only this time it was different—because more people watched her. Men, women. Some with desire and admiration, some with shock, a few with scorn. They focused on her jutting nipples, on the slice of thigh visible above her boots, and she wondered if they could see on her face that her pussy was throbbing, that she was being pummeled with pleasure from both sides by two little rubber knobs.
    She’d been looked at like this before, during brief moments of indiscretion—walking from her car into a building when dressed for sex or, like now, through a hotel lobby. But this felt unusual, unique. Arousing in a darker way. Because it wasn’t her choice. Because she didn’t want to be aroused. And yet the tumult of sensations settled in her breasts and cunt, making them heavy, needy, making her feel obscenely desirable in a way she never had before.
    Which was saying a lot . In the time since she’d last seen Tristan, she’d known more kinds of sensuality and more ways of being desired than she could have conceived even existed back then. But this, undeniably, was something new. Being with a man who had literally dressed her up and taken her out to make her feel…whatever he chose for her to feel. It was new to have no influence over her own physical reactions and emotions.
    But you do have influence over yourself. You have to remember that. He might not think so, but if you can control nothing else tonight, at least control how you feel inside .
    Stepping out onto the curb brought a whole fresh barrage of stares—and sensations. Porters eyed her with lust, male tourists looked at her as if this were the reason they’d come to Vegas. A breeze blew across her bare cunt, making her inner thighs flare with increased arousal. Dusk had turned to night since she’d arrived and now the glare of a million lights illuminated her predicament.
    Placing a hand at the small of her back, Tristan ushered her to a black stretch limousine mingling with all the taxis and other cars beneath the expansive front awning. A driver waited patiently next to the car’s door—beneath his black hat he was cute, thirtyish and blond, sporting a slightly darker shadow beard.
    Was he truly hot—or was it just the way he looked at her, clearly sizing her up sexually as she and Tristan approached? Or was it the whole scene, all of it—plus the damn rubbing of her panties—that turned her on anew when her eyes briefly met his?
    Damn it, stop it! Stop letting all of this get to you, get you so hot!
    Yet as she stepped inside the car, the blond driver holding the door, she wondered if her skirt had risen high enough for him to see what her crotchless panties revealed underneath. And did he know, could he tell somehow, that she was under Tristan’s control tonight? And did that get him off the same way it clearly did Tristan?
    All things considered, Adrianna felt much more in control of the situation once the limo door shut behind them. At least she was alone with Tristan again. Well, mostly—the little window between them and the driver remained