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tingled and burned a path straight into her pussy, that single grip of his promising her a man who knew how to please a woman. It was savage but too damn hot to ignore completely. There was an undeniable feeling of vulnerability moving through her as she sensed just how little control she’d have in his embrace. He leaned close, brushing up against her body for a long moment. It was electrifying. She had to fight the urge to lift her bottom and brush up against his cock. It was a battle not to, because she wanted to know what it felt like. He leaned down and took a deep breath next to her ear. The skin on her neck beaded with goose bumps and begged for a kiss.
    “You smell delicious, Sabra.” He squeezed her hip tighter, enough to send a bolt of sexual hunger through her pelvis. “I wouldn’t have figured you for the garter belt type, but I approve.”
    But with the pictures finished, the questions began. Tarak moved in front of the table to discuss the finer points of his new creations. The press was merciless, but he cut through their questions with razor-sharp confidence. The man radiated sureness.
    And it was sexy as hell.
    But it was lust. Red hot, but lust all the same. Acting on it, without any other attraction, would knock her down several notches on the respectability ladder. It would also shred her self-discipline.
    Like she had any chance of snaring Tarak Nektosha’s attention, even for one night of crazy sexcapades. She had to ignore the little comment he’d made in her ear. A man like him was used to flirting outrageously. His net worth alone would have had the women lining up even if he were fat and had a small cock.
    She studied him, taking a moment to inspect him. He had broad shoulders that tapered down to a trim waist. There was no hint of spare tire and his hips were lean. His business slacks were slightly baggy, but when he moved, the soft wool gave her a tantalizing view of his trim ass. The front of his pants had several pleats and she decided that was a damn good thing.
    She did not need to know what sort of package he had.
    Really didn’t need to know…
    She backed out of the limelight, feeling oddly like a coward, but remaining so close to Tarak smacked of clinging to his coattails too much. There was only one reason a man like him kept a woman in the spotlight with him. Anastasia was a prime example of it too. She was an honest-to-goodness sex kitten, and Tarak certainly looked as if he enjoyed stroking her when he was in the mood to play with one of his pets.
    He had a touch that could make a woman purr all right.
    The party was in full swing. Those who couldn’t shoulder their way into the circle around Tarak moved toward her. Her brain flipped on, rescuing her from the rush of arousal. Numbers and delivery dates were blissfully free of stimulus. Confidence in her knowledge of the company product was its own form of intoxication. There was a thrill that went along with being able to keep up and prove she had merits beyond looking good for the cameras.
    Several hours later, she had a small pile of business cards from some of the richest men in the world. It was tempting to indulge herself in another glass of wine, but she decided to be content with her feeling of achievement. Her personal career calendar was a few years ahead thanks to Mother Nature. Okay, maybe she was still heading to her cubicle on Monday morning, but the stack of business cards would make sure she had something more to do than routine number crunching.
    “Have some more wine, Ms. Donovan. You’ve earned it.”
    The rooftop gardens had a nasty little trick up their sleeve; the lush vegetation allowed Tarak to appear from behind a fern without any warning.
    The arousal she’d thought she’d banished flared up, proving she had no control over it. She could feel heat teasing her cheeks, making her forever grateful for the flickering candlelight. He offered her a glass of ice wine, one dark eyebrow rising when she looked