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Vince. How he sucked his wife dry and she
died.”
    “Why would you think that, Ray? We’re both mage-level,
powerful talents. His wife couldn’t have been…”
    The cigarette lighter in the back of the limo popped and
fell to the floor. The red hot center glowed.
    “My power does erratic things if I even think of anything…”
    “Do you think of fucking me, Ray?”
    Ray sat straight and pulled his slacks at the knee, trying
to alleviate the pressure on his now fully erect cock. “Since when have you
taken to speaking that way?”
    “What? I always speak plainly with you. You’re my best
friend. I don’t mind telling you, I think of riding you on a nightly basis.”
    “Damn.” He sat forward and pressed down on the intercom
button to the driver. “How much farther?”
    “We’re there, sir.”
    Ray opened the door before the car fully stopped and nearly
stepped right out, but the frustrated, disgusted sigh from beside him gave him
pause.
    “Let’s not mess up a good thing.” He stared at his
white-knuckled grip on the handle. “Nothing needs to change.”
    He stepped onto the curb but before he could shut the door,
or tell the valet he’d get Clarissa’s door, he heard her reply.
    “It already has changed. You just refuse to see it.”

Chapter Three
     
    Clarissa Eaton clunked down her champagne glass on the
nearest table and rocked her hips. “Come on. Dance with me. This is my
favorite.”
    Grabbing the hand of the dude talking to her, she tugged him
toward the center of the restaurant dance floor. They’d rented the place on
short notice to celebrate the courthouse wedding of her friends Griffin and
Astrid. She couldn’t remember dude’s name, but his suit was crisp and he
grinned at her in undisguised invitation.
    The guitar strains of Santana rolled through her and the
sultry voice of Rob Thomas had her closing her eyes until the room spun.
Clarissa giggled and swayed. “A little too much bubbly, I think.”
    The hand holding hers ripped away. Dude wasn’t with her
anymore. But before she could turn to find her dance partner, someone replaced
him. A hard body pressed into her front with one firm hand to the small of her
back, the other tight on her hip. “I noticed.”
    Her body went hot, bubbling. Her pussy flooded and her
breasts grew sensitive. That voice, deep but proper, with just the right edge
of gruff. That smell, the most subtle whiff of smoke, like hickory. She rolled
her hips to the beat and let her head fall back so far her short hair brushed
her bare back and her tight nipples pressed into a hard chest.
    “You wore that to make me insane, didn’t you?” Ray Cinder
murmured, his hot breath coasting over her neck, but he didn’t touch her with
his lips. She wasn’t quite sure she’d heard the low question, if he’d said it
out loud, or if she’d imagined it—because she had definitely worn this dress
with Ray in mind.
    “Shh. Just dance with me.” She stepped back and with a
fluidity that sent quivers spiraling between her legs, Ray moved with her.
    The beat of the music pulsed and her nipples hardened even
more, rubbing against the silk of the dress. Ray’s chest rumbled and vibrated
in harmony with the riffs of the guitar. They moved as one, the most incredible
symphony of pattering rain accompanying the rush of the river. Their bodies
would speak so well if only he weren’t such a stubborn man.
    He pulled her closer and her breathing went ragged. She
burned, hot and achy. Every part of them touched from chest to groin, to
thighs, tight against one another.
    “You dance like you were born to it.” She finally opened her
eyes and peered up.
    Ray’s eyes flared red, disguising his deep brown with the
flickering of the fire of his talent. He licked his lips and gave her a hungry
expression. A flush graced his high cheekbones. His features grew sharper and
his brows slanted. She had the urge to straighten them. And soothe him. Soothe
in bed, draped over his long, hard