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sensations created by her own hands and the image in her mind. But then she remembered when he’d bent over and put his mouth right on her pussy and her control snapped. Water sloshed in the tub as she jerked with the force of her release, her body shaking, her own fingers thrusting inside her channel, gripped tightly by her inner muscles.
    The aftershocks subsided, finally, and she tilted her head back, gulping air. With a hand not quite steady she lifted the wine goblet and sipped lightly from it. The orgasm, rather than taking the edge off her hunger, had only increased it. If Beau wasn’t back in town, wasn’t at The Edge tonight, she’d have to be very careful that, out of desperation, she didn’t grab the first Dom who eyed her.
    Out of the tub, she dried herself very carefully then rubbed scented lotion onto and into every part of her body. She took extra pains with her hair, brushing the curls so they lay in calculated disarray on her shoulders. Makeup next. Finally her outfit, a leather miniskirt, halter top that ended with a wide band just below her breasts, and glittery sandals. No panties. Not tonight.
    A glance at herself in the mirror for one last check. She’d do. If Beau was there she’d knock his socks off. She grabbed her purse, cell phone and keys, turned off the lights and headed out of the door. The feeling of expectation was buzzing again, stronger than ever.
    * * * *
    Beau leaned against the polished wood serving bar running against the back wall of the lounge area, soft drink in one hand as he surveyed the crowd. Not too crowded, sort of strange for a Friday night. Maybe she wouldn’t show up tonight. The lounge was only about half full, people in various stages of dress—or undress—sitting quietly. Some of them casually fondling each other, some of them just in discreet conversation. He’d been at the club about an hour, constantly scanning the room. Marc and Trey had hooked up and he was both glad for them and jealous.
    Where was she? Had she stopped coming to The Edge? Another ten minutes and he’d see if he could coerce Simon into either giving him information or calling her. But just as he finished his soft drink and set the glass on the bar, he saw her striding in from the entry hall.
    Holy shit!
    She was even more mouthwatering than he remembered. The teeny skirt and miniscule top she was wearing did little to conceal the delectable body he recalled in intimate detail. Intimate being the operative word.
    He knew the exact moment she spotted him. She halted in midstride and paused, obviously waiting to see if he would come to her. Instead he crooked his finger at her, signaling she should move over to where he was standing. She walked toward him slowly, a flirty smile on her lips. But when she reached him, she only looked him in the eye briefly before bowing her head and clasping her hands behind her back.
    His cock stood up and shouted hallelujah, ready to burst from the pants restraining it.
    Slow. Take it slow, buddy. You want more than just tonight.
    He stroked a finger over one shoulder and down to the swell of her breast.
    “You weren’t here last time I was in town,” he chastised. “I looked for you.” He used the tip of a finger to tilt up her face. “You weren’t off playing outside the club with someone else, were you?”
    Not that he had the right to ask her. Maybe she thought he was being too presumptuous, staking a claim after just three nights together. He didn’t care. Waiting for tonight had been sheer agony. He needed to know if the connection they’d made was real or only lived in his imagination.
    She shook her head. “No. Sir. No, I wasn’t.”
    He waited.
    “I was out of town. For work.”
    “I’d love to know what kind of work you do.” He paused. “But afterwards.”
    She gave him a questioning look. “Afterwards?”
    “After I get my fill of you. Which might take all night.” He waited for her reaction. When she didn’t say anything, every