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“Stay,” she said. “I want to stay.”

Chapter Four

Kim had barely said the wordstaywhen Blake tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her close, drawing her lips a breath from his. “I know this world is new to you,” he said. “Trust me, and I’ll show you the pleasure it can bring you, the freedom it grants you. No fear, no inhibitions. I want you to know what that feels like. I want to be the one who gives it to you.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want that. I—”

He kissed her, a long, devouring kiss that had her panting for more. When he touched her, when he kissed her—she was lost. He shoved her dress down, exposing her breasts, teasing one of her nipples and then pulling back to look at her. “Beautiful.”

The way he looked at her made her feel exposed, aroused…beautiful. His eyes met hers, his hands covering hers. “Show me how you want me to touch you.” Again, he slid her hands to her breasts, encouraging her to touch herself. She moaned as his fingers slid between hers, playing with her nipples.

“Look at me,” he commanded and the instant she did, he brushed his lips over hers, then tugged roughly on her nipple. “Now you do it.”

She obeyed, and bit back a moan at the tension in his face, the obvious heat. He brushed her hands away and filled his palms with her breasts, pressing them together and using his fingers to tease the stiff, sensitive peaks. Her head touched the glass behind her, and her knees went weak.

“Turn around,” he said softly. “I want you to see how erotic watching can be so you know what it does to me to watch you.” He ran his hands down her waist and slowly turned her to the glass.

Kim gasped at what she saw. There was a man lying on the red, silk sheet now, with two gorgeous, voluptuous blondes pressed to his side, touching him, kissing him. He was gorgeous, with dark hair, and a body as hard as his jutted cock, which one of the women was running her hand over.

A man was made for sex. Like Blake, she thought, some warning in her head starting to sound, but she couldn’t quite get her head around what it was.

Blake’s hand settled on her stomach, pulled her backside against his hips, and she could feel his erection, feel he, too, was hard, ready. “Does it turn you on to watch them?” he asked.

“I don’t…know…I…no, I—” He unzipped her dress, and she forgot what she’d been about to say. The other man’s gaze went to her, raked over her breasts with a lusty inspection. Her body reacted of its own accord, clenching with arousal, as she whispered what she already knew. “They can see us.”

Blake shoved her dress down her hips, nipped her neck. “Yes. They can see us.” He caressed her breast. “The man is Marcus, the head of the Society. He doesn’t participate in the public games but he wanted to know what woman enticed me into an invitation here tonight, when I so rarely issue one. He came for you, Kim. Does it turn you on to know he’s watching you? That you can watch him?”

Yes. “Blake…”

He pinched her nipples roughly, and she moaned as pleasure and pain ripped through her and collided in pure ecstasy. “Does it turn you on?” he repeated.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Yes, it does.”

“Good,” he said, turning her head enough to kiss her lips. “One rule here. We’re honest about what we like and what we don’t like. Understood?”

There was a commanding hardness to his voice that she’d never heard, but somehow liked.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He went down to his knees and slid her panties down her hips, urging her to step out of them and the dress. Both of the women behind the glass were now leaning over Marcus, taking turns licking his cock. And Marcus watched Kim. Now that she knew he’d come to see her, to be a part of her adventure, she found his interest both more intimidating and more erotic. Somehow, he seemed like a test, and for some reason she wanted to pass it, to belong here, where Blake belonged. And so Kim watched Marcus, as well—watched him and refused to let herself look away. That was until Blake’s fingers slid between her legs, over the slick, wet proof of just how much this was turning her on. Her knees went weak, and Kim pressed her hands to the window, steadying herself from falling, exposing herself all the more to the man behind the glass and the man between her legs, stroking her, exploring her.

“Open for me, wider,” Blake said, pressing her legs apart, his teeth scraping her cheek. “I want to taste you.”

Suddenly, he had his back against the window she faced, his lips pressed to her stomach. It was all she could do not to press his head down, put him where she wanted him. She forgot Marcus and his women. Forgot everything but how much she needed Blake.

His mouth came down on her, suckling her clitoris even as his fingers worked magic. What followed were licks and caresses of his tongue that had her shaking with the embarrassingly fast rise of orgasm. She tried to hold back, but it just…felt…so good. She shattered, exploded in what could only be called a level-ten eruption that ended with her already-wobbling knees giving out on her.

Blake caught her before she fell and kissed her stomach, his eyes dark as he stared up at her.

Something passed between them in the seconds that followed, something she felt with more intensity than her level-ten orgasm—a connection beyond the physical. So intense, in fact, that for a few seconds, she forgot to be shy about being naked when he wasn’t, forgot Marcus and his women. There was only her and Blake, and this raw emotion she wasn’t sure what to do with.

Oh, God. She was falling for Blake, had been for a long time. That’s why she’d come tonight.

But Blake was about sex, the kind that included sharing. And no matter how much she enjoyed what had just happened, even feeling drawn to Marcus, it was Blake she wanted. She couldn’t keep it just about sex. It was too late for that with him. She reached for her dress. She had to get out of here before he figured out how wrong she was for this “world” as he called it.

Chapter Five

A week had passed since Kim had melted for him in the gallery and then bolted, and Blake had stayed away long enough. It was near eight in the evening, when he knew her store would be closing, and he was headed in her direction. Walking from the hospital where he’d showered and changed to jeans, boots and T-shirt, he’d had a grueling eight hours of surgery that had ended with yet another blast of thinking of Kim. This couldn’t go on. He couldn’t allow himself to be this distracted, or sooner or later, it was going to impact him in the operating room.

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