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light pressure at her
hips had her backing up to the kitchen island. A quick lift and her warm butt
cheeks met cold granite.
    She sucked in a breath. Gritted her teeth until the
temperature neutralized. By the time it did, she realized her position. Naked
below the waist. Her hands on his wide shoulders. Pierce standing between her
widespread thighs. Looking down at her bald pussy.
    Far from being embarrassed, his stare made her feel sexy and
overtly feminine.
    He trailed his fingertips over the freshly waxed area.
    “You do this for me?” His head never lifted.
    “Yes.”
    “What if I preferred hair?”
    “Do you?”
    He chuckled. “Hell, no.” He flicked her clit and she sucked
in a sharp breath. “Makes a woman more sensitive.” He looked into her eyes.
“And I get an unobstructed view…of everything.” He tugged lightly on one of her
puffy lips. Rimmed her moist opening.
    She held still. Although it was killing her. Twice she’d
attempted to deepen the contact. Twice he’d moved back. She’d learned her lesson.
    He dropped to one knee.
    She lifted her hands from his shoulders to indulge herself
in something she’d wanted to do for a long time. Run her fingers through the
top of his midnight-black hair. Thick, yet soft. It felt amazing. Unable to
resist the disobedient little curl that always hung over his forehead, she
twirled it around her finger.
    Looking up at her, he smiled. “You do realize you’ll have to
fix my hair before we leave.”
    “It was worth— Oh God.” She nearly came up off the counter
when his tongue touched her clit.
    He licked his way up through her pussy lips. Dipped inside
for a teasing taste.
    She clutched at his hair. Eased up when he backed off.
    Screw going out to dinner. He could plate her up right now
on the counter. Eat her into the wee hours of the morning. Not that she’d last
that long. A couple more swipes and she’d be a goner.
    He rose so quickly, if she hadn’t grabbed his upper arms,
she’d have lost her balance.
    “Ready?”
    “Ready?” she repeated in a daze. She’d been ready for him to
fuck her for years.
    “Yep.” He grabbed her around the waist, set her on the floor
and tugged her dress down. “I made reservations at Giovanni’s for nine thirty.
I’ve been anxious to see it after the recent renovation.”
    The excitement in his voice barely registered. Damn hard to
relate to, when the only thing Heather was anxious for was the orgasm she’d
been cheated out of. She glanced up at the wall clock.
    “We have a little time yet. Wouldn’t you like to finish…”
    “Normally, yes. In this case, it’ll serve as a light punishment
for touching yourself without asking permission earlier.”
    She was still processing that disappointing little tidbit
when he drew her by the hand over to the table, pulled out a chair and sat.
Producing a comb from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he handed it to
her.
    From her position between his thick thighs, she stared at
the small black tines, wondering how much damage she could inflict to his
stubborn head if she applied enough pressure.
    On a resigned sigh, she gently set his hair back to rights.
    Hadn’t anyone ever taught him the merits of positive
reinforcement as opposed to denial?

Chapter Four
     
    Pierce deliberately set a light conversational tone on the
half-hour ride to the restaurant. An easy trip to Beachwood, mostly highway, he
could devote more thought to the sexy woman next to him than on the road.
    He had a fairly good idea Heather expected him to demand she
spread her legs so he could toy with the sweet, hairless pussy between her trim
thighs. Her contemplation was apparent in the little sideways glances she’d
cast him. Normally he would. It was near killing him not to. Knowing she
expected him to toy with her, he decided to forgo the pleasure. Maybe on the
ride home, depending on how the evening progressed. He’d known her for too many
years not to be aware of her horrendous lack of