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was to go at it alone. Again.
    "What the fuck..."
    Practically falling off her seat while reaching for the side table, she found her balance by dropping her right foot to the ground and doing funky acrobatic maneuvers to grab her favorite toy. She didn't want to miss a move Patrick made. So what if she was watching without his knowledge? If he didn't want her to see, he should've pulled the shade.
    She let out a long breath as he walked out of view and her fingers closed about the long rubber shaft.
    Dropping her knees to either side of her, she fit her butt snug against the pillows and threw her head back against the wall. Chrissie gave into her fantasy and closed her eyes.
    Patrick was with her. His rough hands skimmed down her chest and over her abdomen as his mouth followed. He dropped to his knees and pushed her thighs apart. At eye level with her, he grinned in a devilish way with a sparkle in his dark gaze.
    Wetness pooled in the center of the pink panties she wore, outlining the results of her well-spent sixty bucks at the spa. A thick thumb traced the damp evidence of her physical state and moved the material to the side, making room for his fingers to slide between her sleek folds.
    He found the pulsating nub at the top. “Breathe for me, Lacy."
    She moaned and adjusted her hips to allow him more access. The pressure built and her toes curled as her body hummed with the pleasure he bestowed on her sensitive sex.
    "That's it, honey. Come for me.” He suckled hard on her nipple and slipped his finger deep inside her aching hole. His thumb brushed over her clit, and piercing waves of bliss shot through her body. Adding one more finger, he pumped his hand faster. “Does that help?"
    "Mmmmm,” she whimpered, lifting and gyrating her hips to the rhythm he set. He helped. All the sexual frustration that had built these weeks was about to explode.
    Tangling her fingers into his hair, she tugged him closer. She wanted more, and he gave it to her.
    Abandoning her straining nipples, his lips roamed south and quickly settled over her clit. He licked and sucked while still pumping in and out of her with his magical fingers. Her body was flailed on the edge of her climax, raising her physical awareness to new heights.
    Her toes tingled as his tongue traveled the length of her wet slit.
    She arched her back. “More..."
    He reached deeper and his tongue flicked over her throbbing button.
    No longer able to stifle her scream of ecstasy, she let go.
    "Oh, Patrick. Yes!"
    The world erupted. Heat and ice danced over her, and light streaked through her tightly shut lids. She gulped at the cool night air, dropping her vibrator to the floor.
    "Hey, Lacy,” Patrick's voice sounded through the darkness, prevailing over the pleasure toy's soft humming.
    Snapping her knees together, she turned to find him standing at his window, less than forty feet from her own. She yanked her hand out of her shirt and moved her panties to cover her shiny pussy.
    "Thought I saw you sitting there.” Patrick adjusted his towel, and she wet her lips as her clit pulsed at the sight of him.
    Holy shit!
    She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. “Hi. You're home.” Damn, she sounded ridiculous. How long had he been watching her?
    "Just took a shower and I'm getting ready for bed."
    "I see,” she said, unable to inch her gaze from the man framed in the window. The towel hugged his hips, covering the bare essentials she'd been fantasizing about only moments ago, and the moonlight glistened on the water droplets adorning his body.
    "How was your date?"
    She bit her lower lip, attempting to steady her breath. “It was okay.” Then she coughed as she choked on her words.
    Okay? What the hell was okay about wondering where Paddy had been all night while Bill was proposing to her? Then, she had the audacity to watch the man undress and get off at his expense.
    She inhaled and stopped the spastic response to a simple and courteous question. “It was a nice