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him.
    “Very good.” Using both hands, he tried to widen the slit in her drawers, but the padding around her waist held it in place. With a growl of frustration, he grasped the sides and tugged them apart as hard as he could, a feeling of feral satisfaction filling him when the linen tore and sagged away. Once more he palmed her ass, rubbing in circles, letting his thumbs brush ever closer to the lips of her cunt. “Now, stay here while I have my tea, Mrs. Rollins, and consider how much better it would have been for you had you answered my questions to begin with.”
    “Please…” It was just a breath of sound, but it drove straight to his cock. “Please, I’ll answer your questions.”
    He chuckled. “I know you will…now.” Stepping around the chair, he stood before her and met her frantic, thunder-cloud gaze. “If you answer to my satisfaction, it will be to your benefit.”
    Fisting his cock, he used his thumb to collect the moisture at its tip, then offered it to her. When she immediately sucked the digit between her lips, her tongue swirling and dancing over it, Sergio was almost undone. His plans faded from mind, replaced by the vision of replacing his thumb with his cock, letting her obviously talented mouth take him to heaven.
    Forcing himself to draw his hand back took far more determination than he ever thought he possessed, and the sound of distress she made came very close to shattering his resolve.
    But still he turned and walked away, trying to conceal how his hands and legs shook, how hard it was to deny himself what they both so obviously wanted.
    The music still played, he reminded himself. The dance was but only partially complete.
    He would see it through to the very end, knowing the finale would be all the sweeter for the anticipation.
    And hopefully he wouldn’t spend in his pants while pushing the delicious Jane Rollins to her own denouement.

Chapter Four
    Jane watched Sergio walk away and had to bite her cheek to stop herself from calling him back.
    From begging him to come back. To fill her mouth with that long, hard cock. To let her suck on the plum-hued head, take the full length deep into her throat until he spilled his seed and she could drink it down.
    The taste of him lingered on her tongue, and she craved more.
    Turning her head to keep him in sight as long as possible, she saw him pick up the chair she had put out for him. Then he disappeared behind her, carrying it, and she knew better than to move from where he’d put her to be able to see what he was about.
    Here was a man who knew how to command, how to take her to the heights of desire before allowing her—yes, allowing —the fall over into ecstasy.
    She shuddered just from hearing him move around behind her, and when she felt the side of his chair against the back of her leg, a hard stab of lust made her moan. He would be sitting almost between her legs, her cunt right beside his face, where he could look at it, touch it, should he so desire.
    Jane hoped he so desired, for she yearned for it, lust and need burning so hot in her belly she could hardly draw breath, could hardly think.
    Sergio came back into view beside her, and she watched as he poured himself a cup of tea from the pot, added a splash of milk and a spoon of sugar. How incongruous—and arousing—it was to see him standing there, thick masculine fingers moving with surprising delicacy as he poured the tea, his rigid prick jutting from the front of his pants. She wanted those fingers on her cunt. That cock inside her, fucking her hard. Those beautiful, pendulous balls slamming against her as he took her from behind.
    She wanted it all—everything Sergio Fontini could give. And she wanted it so badly she would do anything, tell him anything, to get it. To have him.
    He moved out of her sight again, and Jane closed her eyes, straining to hear what he was doing. There was the creak of the chair as he sat, the soft chime of the cup against the saucer as he