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I swallow. “I— I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
    “Like what?” I feel his breath fan my skin before he kisses my pulse point. “Fuck?”
    His fingers move up the inside of my leg, grazing me in strokes so soft I almost think I’m imagining it. It’s almost impossible to think while he’s doing that. It’s like my brain is short-circuiting.
    I somehow manage to shake my head. Awkward fumbling in the dark doesn’t count as fucking, at least not in the sense he probably means. 
    And I really want him to show me what he means. 
    Explicitly. Repeatedly.
    “I’ve only been with two guys, and we definitely never. . .fucked.” I swallow, trying to think past the fact that his hand just slipped underneath my dress. “I’m—”
    My breath tangles as his fingers slide through my folds with such ease, it’s a little embarrassing. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before. “I’m a good girl,” I squeak, biting my lip to keep from moaning.
    He settles on my clit, rubbing circles on my sensitive skin. Each pass is slow and measured, yet sends shockwaves through me. My hands fist his shirt as I close my eyes, my mouth dropping open in a mixture of shock, awe, and ecstasy. 
    “I hate to break it to you, Duchess, but good girls wear panties. And they definitely wouldn’t let a strange man slip his hand between their legs in public.”
    Are we in public? I look over his shoulder, seeing the wide-open bathroom door. Music drifts in, louder than ever, and reminds me of the hundred or so people just down the hall. 
    Any one of them could walk by and see Blake’s hand up my skirt. That should scare me into looking for someplace more private, but instead it’s oddly exhilarating. It’s a bit dangerous. 
    A bit risky.
    I kind of like it.
    His nose grazes my ear as his lips brush my jaw. “Does that get you hot? Thinking that anyone could walk by and see us? Is that why your pussy’s dripping wet right now?” Proving his point, he glides a finger inside me so easily it’s like a hot knife cutting through soft butter.
    My nails dig into his skin as his palm grinds against my clit. “ Fuck .” Starbursts flicker and fade behind my tightly shut eyelids like fireworks in the dark.
    “In time, Duchess.” He laughs into my neck, his breath hot on my skin as the low rumble reverberates through me. My nipples are instantly hard as goosebumps sprout along every inch of my body. “So being watched gets you hot, huh? I didn’t peg you for such a little exhibitionist.”
    I didn’t either.
    Blake nips the column of my throat before slipping his fingers from me and pulling back. “Get your phone out.”
    Between the drinks I had earlier and the way his touch scrambles my brain, I’m having a hard time thinking straight. “Why?”
    Does he want to give me his number? Because that can wait. We’re ten seconds to liftoff here. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
    There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as his grin spreads. “We’re gonna make ourselves a little sex tape.”

Macy’s expression makes me laugh. If I didn’t think she was a good girl before, then I sure as shit do now. She looks downright scandalized by my suggestion.
    “You— You want to record us. . .”
    “Fucking? Yeah. I think it’d be hot, don’t you?”
    There’s that beautiful shade of pink I was talking about. I watch it color her cheeks and spill down her neck, where it disappears under the black lace of her dress.
    I have no idea how something can look this classy and still be incredibly sexy. Maybe it’s because it leaves so much to the imagination, yet still gives little hints about what’s hiding underneath. Like the way her skin peeks through the lace in certain places, the way it hugs her body like a glove, and the way it falls a little short of being mid-thigh. Macy’s got legs for days, and this dress paired with those fuck-me heels?
    Oh. My. God.  
    This girl’s a walking, talking