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Shock has her opening under me, and my tongue takes advantage with zero hesitation. I breathe her in, devouring her with mysenses.
It's not even her yielding that surprises me most. It's the little sound that escapes her throat, the one that vibrates against my eager tongue, through my chest, down myspine.
The club falls away, along with my disdain forit.
What matters is her, warm and fiery under my hands. The arousal scorching throughme.
Acting as if I want this woman is the easiest thing I've done all week. Allmonth.
Because the pull between us isreal.
I find her hip with my other hand, sliding down to palm the perfect curve of herass.
She stiffens, and I wonder if I’ve crossed aline.
But the next moment, she crushes her breasts against my chest. Her cool hand slips under my collar, her fingers digging into the muscles of my neck as she slants her lips against mine at a new angle, giving me all the access I’m demanding and thensome.
The heat between us dials up another ten notches until Icombust.
I want to slide my hand under the hem of that dress, to find out whether she's wearing the black lace panties I haven’t stopped picturing sinceyesterday.
Daisy’s my bestfriend.
And all I can wonder is whether she’d have any breath left for smart retorts if she felt exactly how hard she’s makingme.
The song changes, the beat slowing from something frenetic to a needy throb, and it reminds me we’re inpublic.
Which is the wholepoint.
I’m not used to having to wrestle with my control, but I’m in a battlenow.
I force myself to pull back, still breathinghard.
She swipes at her lower lip, the expression on her face so much like arousal, and I want to memorizeit.
This isn't real.I remind myself of that as the taste of her lingers on mytongue.
Her gaze tears from mine toward the booth across the room. “Here’s hoping thatworked."
I nod, adjusting the collar of my shirt where her hands messed it up. "Yeah."
At least one of us wasconvinced.
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Pullingoff a good impression doesn’t come down to the environment, but it doesn’t hurt. ThePeopleinterview is taking place at a fancy private room at one of Vane'shotels.
Aiden and his bride are sitting on a love seat, her knee deliberately crossed toward him. They’re dressed beautifully, him in a suit and her in a blue Givenchy dress. The couple is doing well on the questions I shared with them inadvance.
They met through mutualfriends.
She plans to move into his home in Manhattan after thewedding.
Finally, the interviewer asks about how Camila will spend her time after they’remarried.
“She’ll be working at ourcompany.”
Camila shifts forward. “But my passions will stay mine. I run a foundation, and that won’tchange.”
