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reaching up to fasten the top button of her sweater. Then the one below it.
    A finger stroked her cheek. Not the invisible finger, though. This touch was different.
    She glanced up sideways between the strands of hair falling around her face. Oh. It was the businessman.
    “Hello,” he said. His voice was very deep. “Tell me your name.”
    Her mouth opened, but no words would come.
    He turned his hand and brushed his knuckles along her face and down her neck, then over her breast, where he slid it back and forth. Her nipples hardened. “I think you’re a dream,” he said, gazing down at her body.
    She managed to nod. The two young workmen, facing them in their seat only a few feet away, had finished their sports chat stared silently ahead, arms crossed over their broad chests, looking bored.
    Could they really not see her?
    Breathing shallowly, she kept her gaze on the men as she stepped closer to Oliver and pushed the sweater off her shoulders. It slid down her arms, caught briefly at her elbows, then fell to the dirty floor of the subway car. Her breasts, still in the bra, brushed against Oliver’s crisp white shirt.
    There she froze again, unsure, and looked up into Oliver’s beautiful face. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered.
    His voice grew deeper. “You are a dream,” he said. He captured her hand and brought it to his lips. He dropped slow, moist kisses along her skin. “So willing.”
    “Just tell me what to do.”
    His hands reached around her body and unfastened her bra as if he’d done it a million times before. Suddenly she had the image of him doing this other women before her, many other women, and she felt a rush of arousal. Not jealousy of those other women, but pride that she was one of them, desirable, sexy. She wasn’t on the outside; she was one of them.
    Her naked breasts sank forward into his waiting hands. “First, You’re going to let me touch you,” he said.
    She nodded. His hands were warm and large. Strong.
    “And look at you,” he continued.
    Her knees trembled. The pressure of his fingers on her breasts made her unable to focus on what he was saying. Nobody had ever touched her there before. She’d developed early and had always been ashamed of her body; an attitude encouraged by her parents, teachers, even her friends.
    Even Shane, the man she’d thought she’d loved.
    And now she was naked to the waist in a big city subway car, surrounded by strangers who she’d been taught were going to hell.
    God, it felt so good. Oliver wasn’t just caressing her breasts; he was studying them, admiring them. When he dragged his thumb across her left nipple, she felt a jolt of sensation shoot down her body. And then, when he ducked his head and licked her hard and slow, she felt a surge of hot, tingling moisture between her legs.
    She was losing control of her own body, something she’d been warned about her entire life. She’d wanted a carnal experience, but could she afford the cost?

C H A P T E R 5

    YOU’RE NOT LOSING control, the voice said in Ashley’s mind, soothing her. You’re reclaiming it from the prison of your upbringing.
    Oliver cupped the other breast and lifted it to his mouth. His dark red tongue lapped the erect tip with long, confident strokes. She felt her knees buckle.
    “So lovely,” Oliver said. His breath was warm on her wet nipples; she lost her balance. His powerful arm came up behind her waist, steadying her. “You need something to hold on to, don’t you, sweetheart?”
    She snaked her hands up his chest, feeling his broad strength under the dress shirt, glad he was supporting her weight because her own muscles were melting like butter.
    “You have beautiful tits,” Oliver said, “but I’ve always been more of an ass man. Let’s turn you around so we both get what we need.”  
    His rough words made her blush. She liked it, she realized as he rotated her in his arms so she was facing the workmen.
    She braced her hands on the railing and