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    Luke thought about Dani's pale ass rising before him as he thrust himself inside the wickedly tight passage, the golden glistening of the butter smeared on her flesh. About watching her face contort in the mirror, the satisfaction and temper dancing over her face in the reflection on her mirrored wall.
    "Very pleasant, thanks." He walked through the opened door.
    And strode through the hotel lobby, being greeted by the staff, exchanging pleasantries with them as if he'd come from a simple social engagement.
    Instead of having been buried to the hilt in a stunningly gorgeous woman's almost-virgin ass.
    He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather bomber jacket and closed it over the front of the jeans, where the dick that could not seem to get enough of Dani Martin was rising eagerly again.
    Luke shook his head as he entered the elevator and inserted his private penthouse key, then settled back against the wall as the door closed.
    You haven't jacked off on the balcony yet , she'd complained.
    Hell,he might do that tonight, all by himself, just to get his goddamn dick to let him be for a few hours. It wouldn't be a fraction as much fun, but…desperate times called for desperate measures.
    Yet he'd be thinking of her every second. Of what he'd do to her next.
    Because there would be a next time.
    He'd bared her ass in her own corner office, where she was feared by all.
    Don't get too comfortable, Dani.
    I've barely gotten started seeing where you and I can go .
    Thank christ he was leaving town for several days or he'd probably wear his damn dick to a nub with her. He emerged onto his private floor, straight into his living area, already yanking his jeans open and gripping his cock with his fist.
    His hand was a damn poor substitute, but…
    Damn you, Dani .  
    He made a turn toward his balcony and grinned.
    Too bad you're missing the show.

    For several days, Dani was jumpy, never sure where Sam would pop up, only knowing he would.
    But when a week had gone by with no word, no note left when she'd awakened that last morning, she began to relax.
    Okay, and maybe mourn a little.
    But she didn't need him, and she damn sure didn't need the problems he presented. He was unpredictable and dangerous and willful—
    And the most fun she'd had in her entire life.
    Once more she buckled down to study the figures on the screen before her, the pro forma she'd created to analyze the cap rate on the proposed investment one of her clients wanted to make in a new company he'd acquired.
    "Dani?" the intercom crackled. "You have a visitor."
    "I'm not expecting anyone. Who is it?"
    But her heart leaped. At last. Her lips curved in a smile filled with expectation.
    "He says his name is Henry."
    Her breath stalled. Henry . Her wits scrambled as she recalled her first meeting with Sam's driver. She'd been bare-assed naked beneath her coat, forced to walk down to Sam's limo that way, only one button on her coat fastened while the wind teased and threatened to expose her breasts or her pussy—or both—to the world she tried to keep so separate from her nighttime adventures.
    "Dani?" the receptionist prodded. "He has a note for you. Says he has to deliver it in person."
    Of course he did.
    She squeezed her thighs together as she recalled the blindfolded trip.
    The three men who waited for them.
    The night every part of her had been touched and tasted and…filled. To the brim.
    She inhaled sharply. Put a hand on her midriff. Settle down . "Send him back."
    She stared at the doorway, wondering if she should meet Henry at the door and send him on his way quickly.
    But there was no telling what kind of note—and charge—Sam had given him. Not that she had to accept. He'd broken the rules, and she was under no compunction to keep playing. The Game could be over already, if that's what she wanted. She could teach Sam a lesson.
    But her nipples were hard points, and her pussy was already weeping for him.
    And she was no fool. Nor was she