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Their tongues had barely met when she ducked, jammed the bottle of wine in the crook of his arm, and hurried off.

The door to the staircase at the end of the hall clicked into place just as Angela and Ginny Layton turned the corner and caught him standing with his dick in his hands. Almost literally.

“Where is she?” Angela demanded.

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him by the balls. At least until he could persuade the attorney he really wanted to join up with him.

“Don’t lie to me, Ari.” Angela had obviously had more wine than her temper could hold. “You need me and we both know it.”

At the moment, she was right. Without her help, he would lose the biggest account his firm had ever landed, an international conglomerate of biochemistry labs with distribution channels that would turn the current pharmaceutical industry on its head. Ari handled the primary client himself, but each individual arm of the company required legal representation. And there were only so many hours a man could work.

He had worked out a plan to handle all of the client’s needs by coming to an agreement with Roy Layton’s firm. Angela Capenella and her associate would be contracted to handle some of the parent company’s offshoots. This would afford Ari the time he needed to deliver the job he’d promised the client. Without Layton’s backing and Angela’s cooperation, he’d lose the client and tens of millions of dollars worth of business.

Unfortunately, Angela had never learned to separate business from pleasure. She thought landing the collaboration meant she had landed him, too. Thank God he hadn’t been stupid enough to sleep with her.

“You scared our poor server off,” he said. “I had to get the wine myself.”

“Don’t patronize me, Ari. I know what’s going on here, and I don’t play nice.”

No, she didn’t. And if that little fairy ever crossed her path the wrong way, he had no doubt Angela would rip the gorgeous little nymph to shreds.

On top of the building, Josea stretched her arms, letting the moonlight bathe her skin. Near the edge of the rooftop terrace, a pair of cushioned chaise lounges overlooked the Atlanta skyline. A warm breeze rippled through the potted peach trees and trellised jasmine.

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The same gentle scent that had emanated from the crown she’d worn all night wafted through the air and circled her body. As the minutes passed, deep-seated fear replaced the remembered heat of Ari’s touch.

The same fear she had lived with all of her sexually active life. But on its heels rode something new. Something exciting. Deep inside her, a tide had begun to turn, thanks to a skimpy costume and Ari’s insatiable appetite.

The door at the top of the stairs opened onto the rooftop, and Josea’s breath caught. If either of her two bosses stepped out on top of the building, she may as well jump and hope to hell this fairy getup gave her the gift of flight.

The door closed and the figure standing in the moonlight didn’t belong to either woman she’d pissed off tonight. Ari Davenport didn’t have a feminine bone in his body. The dark drape of his jacket hung from one arm. The silhouette of a broad bottle extended from the other.

She waited at the edge of the terrace, nothing between her and the Atlanta skyline but a low hedge of boxwoods. Ari’s long strides ate the distance between them. Only a handful of heartbeats and a few short licks of time on a warm Georgia night stood between her and the woman she’d always wanted to be.

He dropped his jacket on the ledge of the fountain and pulled the knot from his tie. He freed the champagne cork. The “pop” resounded in her chest, and a thin mist rose from the neck of the bottle.

“You forgot the glasses.”

Heat flared in his eyes. “I didn’t forget.”

“Whose fantasy is this?”

“Yours.” He stepped closer. “But first I’d like to propose a toast.”

Another step and he was so close she could smell the subtle musk of his cologne. He circled her slowly, blocking the view of the city with his broad shoulders. Without a word, he walked her back, until her calves contacted the thick cushioned chaise.

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He guided her down and opened her legs with one strong hand against her inner thigh. He tugged her panties to the side just as he tipped the bottle. Pale gold champagne rained down, cold against her heated skin. The effervescent liquid bubbled along the crease of her pussy.

“To…knowing where to hide,” he said before drinking from her with a single long swipe of his tongue. She arched for more, but he moved to her mouth, sharing the taste of champagne and sex on his lips.

Ari set the bottle on the ground and stared down in wonder at the fairy he’d captured. The moon shimmered in the glitter on her cheeks and her lips were made to be around his dick. “Fuck,” he moaned.

There were times when every star lined up in the sky to do his bidding, and tonight was one of those nights.

His palms slid over the smooth nylons, traversing the hard ridges of her knees and reaching the silk ensnared softness of her thighs. His fingers sank into her trapped flesh, slipping over the tight threads that bound her. Just above the wide lace bands, her skin called to him. A beckon he couldn’t ignore. He buried his face in the soft warmth of her leg, pressing his lips into her, tasting her with his tongue, getting drunk off the contrast of finely woven silk beneath his hands and pliable flesh shaping to the contours of his face.

She gripped his hair. Her moans tightened his balls and turned his cock rock-hard

His dick strained, begging for release. The sweet ache moved him up the inside of her thigh. She trembled with every nibble and spread herself for him. Her fingers speared his hair. Her pleading voice sang in his ears.

He couldn’t tease her anymore. The need to dive into her was too strong. In one rough move, he jerked her panties off. He tossed them to the ground and covered her pussy with his mouth. His lips sought her clit, sucking it, caressing it. She sprang up, her thighs on his shoulders, her hands gripping his hair. Her hips pumped and a wild
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cry burst from her as she came, her body trembling, her clit pulsing against his tongue. She pulled his head back and held it. Her eyes were still wild with need, her breath came hard through full, parted lips.

“You promised me a fantasy of my own.”

He swallowed hard, ready to submit himself to anything.

Anything at all for this responsive little vixen.

She turned his head and pressed his face to her thigh. “I want the nylons off,” she said, her voice shaky from the orgasm and breath still heavy on her words. “Now.”

Her demands ripped through him pushing another swell into his cock. He’d chew the damn things off if she told him to.

She nudged her creamy flesh against his chin. “The garters,” she instructed.

He slowly unclipped the first satin tie and she sucked in a sharp breath. He held her gaze as he freed the next clip. His heart pounded and his lungs burned for restraint. Her chest rose and fell quickly and she nudged him with her leg again.

His fingers curled around the lace band, and he kissed a trail along her naked skin as he slid the hosiery to her ankle. As he slipped her shoe off, she tugged his head back again until their eyes met.

“Hold on to that. I still want to wear it.”

Ari placed the shoe on the ground and peeled the nylons over her heel. He kissed the top of her foot and positioned the shoe back in place before he began working the hosiery down her other thigh.

Josea watched every move he made and fought the desire to pull him on top of her and feed the raging need between her legs. He removed her other stocking, then hovered over her. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on. Her body ached to devour him, but she struggled for patience. Tonight she wouldn’t rush to the finish.

She wouldn’t let him go until she had done everything she wanted to do to him.

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The top two buttons of his shirt responded to the push of her thumb, exposing a smooth wall of chest. She slid her palm over the rise of pectoral and caught one flat nipple between her fingers. Ari obviously didn’t have the same desire for patience. He made short work of the rest of the buttons, and the starched cotton hung open along his sides.

Josea’s breath caught in a gasp that pierced the warm air between them. He moved toward her, but she stopped him with both hands on his thick round shoulders and pushed his shirt down the back of his muscled arms. Arms that reached for her.

“Lie down,” she said.

With a smile, he switched places with her. She straddled him as he lay back on the chaise. God he was perfect. His erection, still imprisoned in tailored black fabric, rose up to meet her. She raked her nails down his chest. His taut skin slid beneath her fingertips, and his abdominals bunched beneath her touch. She dipped her tongue into the crevice carved down the center of his stomach, and moaned as the taste and scent of his skin filled her. A long growl rose in his throat.

His hands caressed her shoulders and moved to her back, reaching to free her breasts from the silk bustier she wore. She eased out of reach and lifted one of the discarded nylons off the ground. Ari’s brows rose and a smile stretched his lips.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“Make sure you stay where I want you.” She kissed his stomach again and caught his hand. He held still while she wrapped the silk legging around his wrist. Moving higher, she raised his arm above his head and bound it to the frame of the chaise.

“I want to taste every inch of you,” she whispered, planting soothing kisses along the back of his captured arm.

Ari pushed his hips into her thigh, the slow torture more painful by the minute. He’d never wanted a woman this damn bad, and as much as he wanted to let her take her time, he didn’t know how much longer he could play by her rules. Her long hair spread over him, soft
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as a whisper. His cock strained, heavy and hard. He repressed the urge to flip her over and shove himself into her sweet pussy. She could be his in one swift move, but this was her turn.

Mercifully, she bound his second arm quickly. But her mouth moved along the waistband of his pants at a pace slow enough to kill him. If he didn’t fuck her soon, he would lose his mind.

His thighs flexed as she freed the button and eased the zipper over his swollen cock. She was still fully dressed, minus the nylons, but as she bent over him and turned slightly, she cocked her ass high enough for him to see the leather petals of her skirt ride up. God, if he had free hands he’d grab one plump piece in each palm. She swayed, teasing him, driving him mad.

She moved quickly to the end of the chaise. She wedged a knee between his calves, parting his legs, and moving forward until she could grab his pants at the hips and work them down. She brought his boxer briefs down at the same time as if she finally felt the same urgency that had all but eaten him alive. But then she stopped.

His cocked jumped, leaping, begging.

Josea gripped Ari’s thighs, steadying herself while her heart raced and her lungs fought to hold air. He was so beautiful and she wanted him so much it hurt.

“You’re perfect,” she said, taking him in her hand. Smooth skin stretched over the broad width of his steel cock. Her tongue swelled in anticipation, and her body screamed in protest as she backed away to slide his pants down his calves and toss them on the ground with his shoes. She peeled his thin dress socks off quickly and ran her palms through the coarse hair on his shins.

He was there. Every inch of him hers for the taking. This was the moment she had waited for. Dreamed of. She could suck him. Lick him. Drink his salty release. Again and again. For tonight, he had no control over her. He was hers to do with as she pleased.

His dick bobbed again.

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“You’re killing me,” he groaned, his arms flexing against the restraints as he reached for her. The nylons gave some, but not enough.

His thighs parted as she crawled toward him. His glistening head called to her, but she dipped low at the juncture of his legs and curled her tongue over his balls. She lapped slowly at the very base of his cock. Drawing out the moment, fighting her need to take him in her mouth and swallow him whole.

His breath came in pants as she worked her way over the stiff, trembling ridge of his erection and her tongue got its first taste of slick heated skin. She could hear the desperation in his breath. He stretched the nylons to reach for her. His hips pumped. His groans were laced with desperation. He was almost there, but she wasn’t ready to lose him yet.

Josea drew back.

“Condom. In my wallet.” Heavy breaths clipped his words.

She straddled him but made no move toward his wallet.

“The condom.” He repeated. “I have to fuck you.”

“Just once,” she said before she covered his mouth with hers, taking his tongue as she sank onto the length of his cock. Her muscles quivered, every nerve pulsed. She couldn’t breathe. She knew what she had promised, but once wasn’t enough. She rose and sank down on him again, pushing hard against the hilt of his shaft as pleasure screamed through her.

Before she lost herself completely, she lifted off him.

“I want to taste myself on your cock.” The words stumbled out on uneven breath.

She took him in her mouth again, sucking hard, working him with her hand as she lapped the tangy blend of his body with hers. His desperate groans rang in her ears. One after the other. Laced with words he couldn’t string together.

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His cock swelled, his balls drew tight, and with one thrust of his hips, she tasted the fruit of her labor. His cum spilled from her lips, coating the hand wound around him.

She had never enjoyed a man’s body so much. Never allowed herself to relish anyone so completely. For this moment, Ari Davenport belonged to her.