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shaking his head. She was sure it was at her choice of dress. “Hello, dumpling.” Crap, she hated that nickname. It was a constant reminder that he thought she was too fat. Every time he said the word it hurt, and she knew he thought it was a funny way to remind her she was fat. She"d asked him a thousand times to stop, and he"d only laughed, saying it was his pet name for her. Now he pulled her close, kissed her forehead. He always showed affection in public and rarely did it in private.

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    “Hello, Father.”
    “I"m glad to see you two found each other.” He patted her shoulder, hugging her closer. “I"m sure you have lots to talk about to prepare for our trip. It"s in less than a month, you know.”
    Clarissa knew it was no use arguing about this with her father. He would give her the standard, “We"ll discuss it later, dumpling,” when she objected.
    “We can take my car,” Henry said. “I have a brand new Beemer. It will be nice to get it out on the road.”
    The men laughed, and Clarissa was about to tell Henry he could drive it up his backside for all she cared, when she caught sight of Maddox. He was leaning against a pole, his eyes fixed on her crotch. The coin in her pussy seemed to flare to life, almost as if it could burn her insides. Her clit throbbed, begging for attention.
    She shifted her hips, pleasure shooting through her as the coin caught in her folds and the chain pulled on the ring, rubbing it against her clit. Maddox licked his upper lip, then stroked his hand down his fly as if he were adjusting himself.
    Oh sweet heavens above, he’s hard . She shifted again, the movement making her clit ache even more. She wanted to touch him, suck him, have him fill her with every inch of him.
    “Dumpling, answer me.” Clarissa turned toward her father, who narrowed his gaze at her.
    “I"m sorry, what?” Don’t think about your throbbing clit . Just ignore it, and the need will diminish. Right?
    “I said, you will go with Henry next Saturday to his firm"s party. Do you hear me?”
    “Oh, I heard you.” She nodded at her father. I heard you. I processed the information.
    I let it fly in one ear and out of the other. Screw his damn party.
    “Good.” He father planted a kiss on the top of her head just as the cameraman arrived. “Henry, see to it she gets home tonight, will you?”
    “Of course, Clay.” Henry"s chest seemed to puff out, and Clarissa wondered if his buttons would pop. Across the way, Maddox shot her a look that made her gasp for breath. Then he glanced at his watch and inclined his head toward the area where they"d been sitting earlier.
    Had it been an hour already? No way. Her body tingled when Maddox gave her a slight nod.
    She turned to Henry and frowned. “Have a good night.” Before she could walk away, though, he put his hand on her arm, tightening his grip when she tried to pull away.
    “I told your father I"d see you home.”

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    “I don"t need a babysitter. Thanks anyway.” When he wouldn"t let go, she thought about slapping him but decided it would cause a scene, something she didn"t want tonight. Finally she looked up at him and pasted a sweet smile on her face.
    “Listen, I have to pee. If you want to help, then by all means keep hold of my arm.
    If not, let me go.” The red spots that appeared on his face made her want to laugh.
    “I"ll wait here.”
    “Excellent choice.” She hurried away, her heart dropping when she noticed Maddox wasn"t in the same spot where he"d been. The coin seemed to grow heavier as she walked, the feel of it pressed against her folds more erotic. The chain rubbed against her clit, and she thought if she just walked a little faster she would come, right in front of all these people.
    She stopped, her breathing just a little more labored than she cared for it to be. She needed sex. Now. If he didn"t give her his cock the minute she saw him, she might die from need.
    Where was Maddox? She