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and swirled.
    She couldn't help thrusting against him, begging for more.
    One corner of his mouth curved, and he licked upward torturously slowly, lavishly licking her juices from flesh already screaming for more.
    "Sam—" She was about to shove at his shoulders—
    When he fastened his teeth on her clit and her back bowed.
    He gripped her hips. Levered her up and rose himself, his hard dick arrowing toward her. "Have to, Dani," he growled. "Can't wait."
    When he thrust inside her, she gave up caring about what she wasn't getting to watch—
    Because what she was getting to feel was so, so very much better.
    "Wrap your legs around me," he urged. "Let me in, Dani. All the way in."
    You're in too deep already , she thought…
    Until another savage thrust had her holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Dani quit thinking of anything but this gorgeous, unbelievably hot stud who kept turning her life upside down.
    In the most divine, decadent, delicious of ways.

    He left her sleeping, but this time leaving her was harder. He'd tucked her into bed and closed her balcony doors for safety. He'd talked to her doorman to make sure the super locked the door so she could sleep safe.
    But a perfectly insane part of him had wanted to stay the night with her.
    Staying the night…crazy talk. Telling her who he really was? Worse, nearly bragging like a boy over something like his helicopter?
    What the hell?
    Yeah, the sex was great—off the chain, for sure. Never in his life had he found a woman more willing to let loose and just…fuck. Simply for the sake of fucking. That's all she wanted—he believed that. Just to play The Game.
    So why was he feeling this itch under his skin, this subtle buzz of dissatisfaction that led him to push for more?
    Luke dragged one hand over his face as though it would erase the insanity currently gripping him in its claw.
    Yeah, she fascinated him, all right. He spent way too much time thinking about her when he was away from her. He'd forcefully wrested himself back to sense in the daylight hours, at least. Most days he could get his work done just fine. He hadn't realized how obsessed he'd become with her, ruthlessly strangling thoughts of her whenever they popped up—which seemed to happen far too often, like in the middle of a meeting where he imagined laying her down on the conference table before him, spreading her legs like a feast. Gorging himself on her until she writhed on the glossy wood, while her juices glistened and beckoned him.
    He'd missed part of more than one meeting while imagining burying his face between her legs and slowly, lavishly licking over and inside the folds of her sex, drinking in the erotic elixir where her flesh wept for him…
    God. Once more he scrubbed a hand over his face and realized his driver had arrived at the hotel and was watching him in the rearview mirror, his brow faintly lined with worry. "Sir?"
    Seeing Henry made him remember Dani sitting beside him, bare-ass naked on the leather of this very seat. Idly he wondered if Henry could smell her on the leather afterward.
    While he and Jean-Paul and Carlos and Bruno had been fucking and sucking and gorging themselves on the wealth of her passion until that darkened room had become their only reality.
    The room…and the beautiful white body of Dani Martin.
    "Sir?"
    Luke forcibly straightened. Cleared his throat.
    But he could still taste her. "Thank you, Henry. That will be all tonight." He had to struggle to remember his schedule. "I'll need you at seven in the morning—" No , he corrected himself, thinking that a bout in the gym might burn off some of this obsession and clear his head. "On second thought, meet me at the gym at nine. I'll walk there from here."  
    A good punishing workout might be just what the doctor ordered.
    "Very well, sir."
    "Good night, Henry," he said as he emerged and approached the hotel entrance.
    "Good evening, Mr. Forrester," greeted the bell captain. "Pleasant evening, I