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she’d managed.
    Since she hadn’t packed for a real trip per se, she’d stood eyeing the few pieces of wardrobe like a cop eyeing a crime scene, and had finally settled for a black Donna Karan linen dress, just an inch shy of her knee, with a plunging neckline and black stilettos. With a quick re-application of her make-up – a hint of blush, lip gloss, gold eye shadow to enhance her hazel eyes and mascara – Kate had smiled yet again at her reflection in the mirror. Yes, she’d approved of the woman staring back at her, especially that delicious wanton look in her eyes.
    When finally she was all glammed up and feeling like a million bucks, Max had whisked her off in a limo for a leisurely drive through the city of lights and for drinks afterwards at one of his favourite places in all of Paris – the Buddha Bar.
    According to him, the ultra-cool Parisian nightspot was the place to be and be seen. It attracted the young and the beautiful, the fashionable and the wealthy. The two storey building nestled on a quiet side street off the famous Faubourg Saint-Honoré, and right next door to their hotel, offered privacy and exclusivity for the VIP crowd.
    While in the car, his words had rushed back to her, as she stared fixedly at the glittering streets crawling by. Paris was always a good idea, he’d said. And with what had transpired between them over the course of several hours had convinced her of that sentiment. Everything felt surreal, as if they were the only two people on the planet.
    Being with him was unprecedented. He was unprecedented. In matter of hours, her hunger for him had become boundless. It was as if he’d unleashed the woman she’d always wanted to be, but was afraid of becoming. What excited her most was that he demanded it, expected that she rise to the challenge. God, if this was what becoming addicted to a person felt like, she never wanted to be without her drug of choice.
    Once inside the sultry atmosphere, her senses had become heightened. Aroused was more like it. She’d never been in a place this beautiful, rich, or decadent. From the flowers and statuettes flanking the entrance, to the delicate perfume of incense teasing the air, rich mahogany furniture, to the Chinese and Japanese art gracing the walls was a delicious contrast to the intricately embroidered fabrics in red and gold that fused East and West, the exotic and the chic seamlessly. The soothing darkness, romantic rather than imposing, was broken only by the golden glow of scattered candles and amber coloured lighting and chandeliers.
    Above and beyond that was the forty foot statue of the meditating Buddha that dominated the dining room below in silent repose, watching over the diners and drinkers as the sitar inspired music played in the background.
    But by far the best seat in the house was the balcony bar, where she sat now nibbling on sushi while taking in the whole scene from a comfortable perch. With him sitting beside her, his arms draped possessively over the back of her chair, the scent of his cologne sent shivers running down her spine making her wet, pussy clenching.
    He trailed a fingertip across her collarbone and she couldn’t help but shiver at the touch. He swept a finger along her shoulder, and down her décolleté. Her nipples hardened. He leaned in close, his lips lightly brushing her ear and whispered, “Touch yourself.”
    She almost choked. Her eyes wide with shock, she turned to him. His expression merely implacable. “Are you crazy?” She hissed under her breath. “Look around you. We’re in a public place.” She tried to keep her face still in an attempt to hide how much his words had affected her. The moisture pooling in her core was proof positive. Having her boundaries pushed was fast becoming a turn on. Intoxicating was more like it.
    “Now,” he said, the deep timber of his voice spiking her heart rate. She glanced around them, checking to see if anyone noticed their quiet banter. Everyone