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He wanted to touch her, wanted to get her naked, wanted to feel her hot, damp skin pressed flush against his.

But Lola had other ideas.

Her hands were wrapped around his stiff cock, and he could barely breathe, much less think. One hand rhythmically stroked his shaft, while the other hand manipulated the head of his shaft with soft, teasing caresses.

Around and around, she swirled. Up and down. A tantalizing, mind-blowing blend of expert maneuvers that had him wondering how she knew so well the secrets of a man’s body. When she tickled his balls with those nails he thought he would lose his mind.

“You’re one naughty, nasty lady,” he growled through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, baby, talk dirty to me.”

He told her then, in very graphic terms what he ached to do to her.

Yes, yes, yes. This was exactly what he wanted. A free fall. He wanted to plummet into her and forget everything.

Except he didn’t have the chance.

Lola increased the intensity of the strokes, pushing him closer, ever closer to the edge. He lost all ability to think, to even move from his spread-eagle position on the bed. He felt the orgasm building and building and building, hard, hot and unstoppable.

He was lost. Gone. Adrift in ecstasy.

“Aaaa,” he cried out. Invisible wind screamed through his ears. His body arched in an involuntarily quiver. The room spun, whizzing past him, a visual explosion of light, color and sound.

Mega-rush!

A split second later the essence of him splurged into her hand and he drifted on a smooth canopy of release.

Delicately she took a tissue from the box beside the nightstand and cleaned him up.

Blindly, Alec reached for her, determined to recover as quickly as possible and give to her what she had just given to him and much, much more.

But Lola slipped from his grasp. She got to her feet, dropped the tissue in the wastebasket and headed for the door.

“Wait, wait. That’s it? You’re leaving?”

She stopped, cocked her head back over her shoulder at him and winked. “See you Saturday, stud. Same time. Same place. Different game.”

ChapterNine

Invigoratedafter her encounter with Alec at the Grand Duchess, Eden worked far into the night on a prototype gift basket for Spice-Up-Your-Love-Life Cruises. Her mind spun out of control with a thousand forbidden fantasies as image upon image expanded, unfolded and grew.

She felt as if she were capturing lightning in a bottle, casting her mind back to what had just happened between her and Alec and then translating that experience into concrete, workable art. The sense of excitement carried her steadily upward on an innovative high.

Filled with driving inspiration after she left Alec at the Grand Duchess, she hadn’t even bothered to go home and change. At one o’clock in the morning, she sat in the back room at Wickedly Wonderful still dressed in her Happy Hooker outfit, Alec’s one-hundred-dollar bill stuffed coyly down her cleavage beside the temporary rose tattoo.

She would put the money he’d given her toward the balance he owed on Jill and Randy’s gift basket. In the meantime, a shiver of sinful delight raced up her spine whenever she thought about how she’d daringly exchanged sexual favors for money.

It didn’t get much edgier than that and the pulse-throbbing encounter was the stimulation for this new basket.

“You were awesome,” she whispered to her reflection in the windowpane.

Jayne would have been proud that she’d so successfully utilized her boudoir expertise. Even now, remembering how she’d taken control and brought Alec to orgasm caused her hands to tremble.

She’d tested the limits of her courage, brought a man to his knees with her sexual techniques, dislodged her creative roadblock and still managed to keep her emotions out of the fray.

Except now, she ached for more.

She wanted more than just an artistic boost. She wanted sex and lots of it. Tonight, she had gotten a taste of her own feminine power. Eden stared at her reflection. Her hair, stripped free of the blond wig, was a wild tumble down her shoulders. A smug expression of satisfaction curled the corners of her lips, and she could not stop smiling.

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