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always empty a restaurant and eat in this same private booth?” She attempted to fight back even while her body began to melt with pleasure. “So that you can do this to the woman you’re with, rather than eating?”
    “Oh I’ll enjoy eating you too eventually, Nicky. I’m sure you’ll taste delicious,” he added softly, turning to her fully now, and making no secret of what he was doing to her as he pushed a finger, and then two, up inside her, beginning to thrust at the same time as his thumb swirled teasingly around her swollen clit. “Ask me to make you come, Nicky,” he encouraged gruffly. “You know you want me to.”
    Without realizing she had done so, Nicky had slid slightly down the seat, her legs apart as she allowed Lucien easier access, unable to look away from his mesmerizing eyes now as his fingers began to thrust harder and faster, his thumb stroking around but not quite touching her sensitive clit.
    She tried to fight the pleasure washing over her. She really did try—
    “Please...!” Nicky groaned achingly as she felt her orgasm approaching with the speed of an express train. If only Lucien would touch her clit rather than torment her with caresses around it. Touch it. Squeeze it. Pinch it. Anything but continue teasing her in this elusive way. “Oh God, please...!”
    “Say the words, Nicky,” he encouraged throatily, his face all harsh angles in the candlelight. “Say them, damn it!” He curled his fingers up inside her, massaging a second knot of muscles he found there, until her juices flowed freely over his fingers, making between Nicky’s thighs slick and wet.
    She couldn’t take any more, ached, needed, wanted— “Oh God, please Lucien, I want to com—what?” Nicky felt totally bewildered, bereft, as those fingers were suddenly removed from inside her and her channel was left grasping and contracting on nothing, her clit throbbing, aching, with that same unfulfilled need.
    “Is everything to your satisfaction, Mr. Wynter?” The manager of the restaurant now hovered politely beside their table.
    “Very much so, thank you, Marco,” Lucien replied coolly. “Nicky?” He turned to look at her.
    She wanted to hit him. Wanted to scream and shout at him for just leaving her hanging there, in total sexual frustration.
    How could Lucien do this to her? How could he make love to her in public but at the same time remain so cool himself, so totally aware still of everything else around him, such as the approach of the restaurant manager. When Nicky had been so totally lost to sensation she wouldn’t have cared at that moment if the manager, the chef, and the piano player had all gathered around to watch the show.
    Lucien knew it too, damn him. And he was amused by it, mocking laughter glittering in his eyes as he now looked at her with calm enquiry.
    She managed a stiff smile for the benefit of Marco. “Everything is just wonderful, thank you, Marco.”
    “Everything, Nicky?” Lucien leaned forward to murmur in her ear once the other man had gone. “I believe you were just about to ask me to make you come?” His hand slipped beneath the table once again.
    “Stop it!” Nicky pushed that hand off her even as she moved along the bench seat away from him. “You really are an absolute and utter bastard.” Tears burned her eyes.
    His head tilted mockingly. “That would be a no then?”
    “With bells on!” Nicky gave him a glare as she straightened her panties and pulled the skirt of her dress down beneath the table, totally aware of the wetness of her panties, of the spicy and pervasive scent of her own arousal. “Bastard, bastard, bastard !” she muttered self-consciously as she gathered up her clutch bag.
    Lucien laughed softly. “Do you even attempt to filter what comes out of that sinfully screwable mouth?” He held her gaze with his as he lifted his hand to his parted lips before deliberately and slowly licking her juices from his fingers. “Mm, as I suspected, you do