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amazing sex in her office, Cord asked her to attend a private showing at Falcon's Flight. She still hadn't met Rahve Falcon and curiosity was making his continued absence intriguing. She took another look at her reflection in the mirror and chewed her bottom lip, annoyed that she was being so ridiculous about her appearance. What the hell did it matter if Rahve found her attractive or not? Still, she went to change for what must have been the fifth time. The sound of the doorbell interrupted her walk to the closet and she glanced at her watch, startled by the hour.
    "Shit," she muttered, aware that she was out of time because Cord expected her to be ready to go. She opened the door and the familiar sense of suddenly drowning began to envelope her. He was devastating, as always. Dressed in tailored casual that probably cost what the average person earned in a month, he smiled and drew her into his arms.
    "Are you ready to go? Rahve is expecting me to be there when this party starts," he said, pulling back to look at her.
    She was acutely conscious of his gaze, his stunning odd eyes scanning every curve and line of her body. Already the flare of lust in his eyes had her pussy pulsing, and she stood still, knowing if she moved before he wanted her to, he'd torment her into an arousal that would be unfulfilled and frustrating for most of the evening.
    Approval lit his eyes and he smiled. "You look amazing. Red is your color."
    She shivered just a little at the sincerity in his words, and was glad she'd bought the new dress. It was cut with a jagged hemline, and a halter style top that was slit almost to her waist. Silver stilettos finished the ensemble.
    She picked up the silvery wrap she'd chosen to go with the dress and he took it from her, holding it as she turned her back to him and he settled it over her shoulders. He pulled her back against his chest and kissed the side of her neck while his fingers slid down the front opening of the dress. He tugged the clingy material open, exposing her breasts so he could cup her flesh in his palms and pinch her nipples until they were pebbled so hard they hurt. His tongue played over the pulse at the base of her neck, and she trembled when she felt the scrape of his teeth.
    "Do we have to go to this party?"
    He turned her around to face him and kissed her, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, tasting her, drinking her in as frantically as she was him. He drew back and his eyes burned into hers as he smiled and pulled her dress back into place.
    "I want to fuck you so badly everyone in the place is going to be looking at the hard on in my pants."
    "Why don't we stay here then?"
    He shook his head. "Why don't you suck my cock while we go to the party? Limo is downstairs."
    Her knees wobbled, but she nodded and walked ahead of him to the elevator.
    * * *
    Rahve knew the instant Cord and his playmate arrived. He turned and even with a room between them, he could smell sex. He snorted silently. So Cord had fucked her already tonight. That explained the limousine service. His eyes swept over the woman, cataloging the elegant dress, the voluptuous curves that were just a little too rounded for current fashion, and the sparkling hazel eyes that were still a little dazed from orgasm.
    He went to join them.
    "Nice of you to show up," he said to Cord.
    "Screw you," Cord snapped, then laughed. "This," he turned to the woman at his side, "is Deluna Jordan. Baby, this is my partner—"
    "Boss."
    "Partner," he repeated, ignoring Rahve's correction, "Rahve Falcon."
    "It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Falcon," Deluna said, offering her hand. He took it and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing the backs of them very softly. She stared in surprise.
    "Rahve," he requested. "Cord's told me a lot about you. It's nice to put a face to the name. Welcome to my home, and thank you for coming to the party."
    "It's a pleasure to meet you, Cord hasn't told me a lot about you," she replied.
    "I'm not surprised,"