door.
But she had to pause for a second before she opened it.
Because the ripples inside her were escalating, and if she wasn't careful, she was going to have an orgasm as she walked down the hall.
Thank god her assistant Adam had the afternoon off.
She twisted the knob and emerged. "Let's go," she said to Henry. "I'll need to stop by my place first." Without waiting for his agreement, she walked ahead of him all the way through her office, trying to invite as little notice as possible, even as her nipples hardened, and every step was a delicious torture.
And tried not to wonder how much Henry understood of what was happening to her.
But none of that could keep the smile off her face.
Goddamn you, Sam.
You gorgeous, sexy beast.
Chapter Three
THE MAN WAS MADDENING, SHE thought, an hour later. A slow, smug smile flirted over her lips. In the best kinds of ways. Hotter than fire, unrelentingly challenging…and he could deliver the goods.
Could he ever.
Her inner muscles clenched for the thousandth—who was she kidding?—ten thousandth time since she'd inserted these little jewels.
Of course she'd touched the On button. Who did he think he was?
More importantly, he knew better. She was the furthest thing from obedient…unless, of course, doing so suited her.
So here she sat, once again with no panties—what was it with Sam and no lingerie? Didn't he know how much fun scraps of lace and bits of silk could be?
She lifted an eyebrow. Now there was a thought. Perhaps he was in need of education….hmmm...
Henry broke into her lascivious musings. "Miss? There's a man waiting to escort you inside." He nodded toward a young man, early twenties at most, who stood at the curb.
He was not as tall as Sam and not as muscular. Dark curly hair, where Sam's was golden. He was certainly pretty, though, clad in his Armani suit. Not her type, but definitely a looker.
He opened the door of Sam's limo, and extended a hand. "Dominique, it's a pleasure."
Dominique? Then she understood that Sam was shielding her.
"Thank you."
She hesitated as she tried to figure out how she could emerge from the car in this short, tight skirt without flashing the device nestled inside her.
As she swiveled to put her legs outside, she tripped the button, and the dual dildo began vibrating.
Involuntarily she doubled over from the orgasm that had been threatening all evening. God knew she'd endured too many little tremors to count, even without the motor turned on.
"Are you all right?" said the young man.
She searched his face for comprehension.
And saw the wicked spark in his eyes.
He knew. Damn you, Sam .
"I'm more than fine," she said silkily and gripped his hand, letting him lift her.
"I'm Adam, by the way." He nearly had to look up to her as she towered on the five-inch heels of her knee-high boots that complemented the tight black leather dress that laced up the front.
And dipped to the dimples above her ass in the back.
"This way." Adam placed his hand on her bare back, and she felt the jolt in him.
Their gazes met. "He's one lucky bastard," Adam said.
She smiled. "He certainly is." She didn't wait passively for him but began striding toward the door, her long legs eating up the ground as the young man scrambled to keep up.
Luke nearly swallowed his tongue when he spotted her.
God… damn . He might have summoned her as her master—
But she was in full dominatrix mode, even to the studded cuffs at her wrists and the slicked-back hair only making the staggering scarlet of her lips more noticeable with the absence of hair to frame her face.
And what a face it was, haughty and proud and take-no-prisoners.
At last she saw him and merely cocked one eyebrow.
He laughed. And saluted her. Well, well, well…the night had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.
Then she and Adam approached, Adam barely keeping up with her long legs and confident stride. She wouldn't be dismissing him so cavalierly if she knew what
But she had to pause for a second before she opened it.
Because the ripples inside her were escalating, and if she wasn't careful, she was going to have an orgasm as she walked down the hall.
Thank god her assistant Adam had the afternoon off.
She twisted the knob and emerged. "Let's go," she said to Henry. "I'll need to stop by my place first." Without waiting for his agreement, she walked ahead of him all the way through her office, trying to invite as little notice as possible, even as her nipples hardened, and every step was a delicious torture.
And tried not to wonder how much Henry understood of what was happening to her.
But none of that could keep the smile off her face.
Goddamn you, Sam.
You gorgeous, sexy beast.
Chapter Three
THE MAN WAS MADDENING, SHE thought, an hour later. A slow, smug smile flirted over her lips. In the best kinds of ways. Hotter than fire, unrelentingly challenging…and he could deliver the goods.
Could he ever.
Her inner muscles clenched for the thousandth—who was she kidding?—ten thousandth time since she'd inserted these little jewels.
Of course she'd touched the On button. Who did he think he was?
More importantly, he knew better. She was the furthest thing from obedient…unless, of course, doing so suited her.
So here she sat, once again with no panties—what was it with Sam and no lingerie? Didn't he know how much fun scraps of lace and bits of silk could be?
She lifted an eyebrow. Now there was a thought. Perhaps he was in need of education….hmmm...
Henry broke into her lascivious musings. "Miss? There's a man waiting to escort you inside." He nodded toward a young man, early twenties at most, who stood at the curb.
He was not as tall as Sam and not as muscular. Dark curly hair, where Sam's was golden. He was certainly pretty, though, clad in his Armani suit. Not her type, but definitely a looker.
He opened the door of Sam's limo, and extended a hand. "Dominique, it's a pleasure."
Dominique? Then she understood that Sam was shielding her.
"Thank you."
She hesitated as she tried to figure out how she could emerge from the car in this short, tight skirt without flashing the device nestled inside her.
As she swiveled to put her legs outside, she tripped the button, and the dual dildo began vibrating.
Involuntarily she doubled over from the orgasm that had been threatening all evening. God knew she'd endured too many little tremors to count, even without the motor turned on.
"Are you all right?" said the young man.
She searched his face for comprehension.
And saw the wicked spark in his eyes.
He knew. Damn you, Sam .
"I'm more than fine," she said silkily and gripped his hand, letting him lift her.
"I'm Adam, by the way." He nearly had to look up to her as she towered on the five-inch heels of her knee-high boots that complemented the tight black leather dress that laced up the front.
And dipped to the dimples above her ass in the back.
"This way." Adam placed his hand on her bare back, and she felt the jolt in him.
Their gazes met. "He's one lucky bastard," Adam said.
She smiled. "He certainly is." She didn't wait passively for him but began striding toward the door, her long legs eating up the ground as the young man scrambled to keep up.
Luke nearly swallowed his tongue when he spotted her.
God… damn . He might have summoned her as her master—
But she was in full dominatrix mode, even to the studded cuffs at her wrists and the slicked-back hair only making the staggering scarlet of her lips more noticeable with the absence of hair to frame her face.
And what a face it was, haughty and proud and take-no-prisoners.
At last she saw him and merely cocked one eyebrow.
He laughed. And saluted her. Well, well, well…the night had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.
Then she and Adam approached, Adam barely keeping up with her long legs and confident stride. She wouldn't be dismissing him so cavalierly if she knew what
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