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He liked the awareness between them.
    “I’d say just about any color suits you, Adam. You truly have the finest justacorps.”
    “Thank you.” He’d no idea why they were talking about his clothes except to guess that she was nervous. He could sense it. She wanted to touch him. That much was obvious. As was the heat mounting between them the longer their bodies remained this close.
    He definitely approved of the direction this was going . . .
    Aimee had stirred his hunger. She could see it in his dark eyes. It was so raw and real, it made her head spin. Clearly, her skill at seduction was improving, for she was the one in command of the game at the moment. All she had to do was remain in control of her desire. And his. That’s how this game is played, no?
    The seducer had command over the seduced.
    Adam had used women for his own purposes. For his pleasure. She’d use him for hers.
    It would give her great pleasure to search his pockets, find the ring, and leave him burning.
    Fool . You’ll leave yourself burning, too .
    She ignored the errant thought, and her slick, aching sex that conspired against her. Knowing her own limitations, not wanting to push him or herself too far, lest she got ensnared in her own game, she decided this was a good time to change tactics, demeanor, and tone. She abruptly clamped her hands on his shoulders.
    “Yes, this is quite a lovely justacorps.” She stroked the fabric down his chest, stopping to tap over his breast pockets. No ring in there.
    “Wonderful fabric . . . Silk, is it?” She moved her hands farther down the coat, using short strokes in much the way one would pet a horse. His brow furrowed as he glanced down and watched the odd motions of her hands. What the bloody hell . . . ? clearly shone in his eyes. She fought to keep a straight face. His expression was priceless. It was obvious he was expecting to be touched in a more amorous way. In perhaps more intimate places on his muscled body.
    Aimee refused to dwell on how deliciously solid his chiseled chest felt.
    “I just adore silk,” she said, then purposely steering well away from his sex, she shot her hands out toward his hips and the pockets there.
    He caught her wrists, her hands only inches away from her goal.
    “ Chère , perhaps it’s been a long time since you touched a man. Why don’t we try something like this?” Before she could react, he pulled her hand inside his justacorps and pressed her palm to the bulge in his breeches and stroked it down his length and back up the crest of his cock.
    Her knees weakened. He was much thicker and bigger than Marc. And so delectably hard and hot. Heat emanated from his body through the fine cloth of his breeches.
    The bud between her legs pulsed with need.
    With the crowd so gripped by the entertainment in the skies, Aimee and Adam were cocooned in their small spot, their bodies too close together for anyone to see the wicked motions of their hands over his shaft. Her gaze was locked with his. She couldn’t break away, mesmerized by the passion in his eyes, his fever for her inciting a voracious sense of urgency.
    “That’s much better . . .” he murmured, yet somehow she still heard him over the noise.
    Her breathing was shallow and sharp. Aimee curled her fingers tightly around his straining sex inside his tented breeches.
    He released her wrist. “Perfect . . .” he said, and she realized she was still stroking his glorious cock. As much as it shocked her, she didn’t want to let go. Adam slipped his hand behind her neck. He was going to kiss her.
    You can’t let him! She was teetering on the edge of a complete surrender. Right here. Right now. She’d never been so brazen.
    Adam de Vey had masterfully turned the tables on her.
    Aimee had wits enough to know when to cede defeat and run. She yanked her hand away from his alluring shaft. “I am feeling a bit chilled.” Get the justacorps and go! Hurry!
    “Chilled?” Amusement flicked in his dark eyes. To