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that eating happens to be a pussy or a cock.
    My clit throbs. Is this why he brought me here?
    Of course it is, Bee. It’s why you came, you stupid bitch.
    “Always,” Carter finally answers my question. He pulls the wine bottle from the bucket, shakes it lightly, then tops up my glass. The ice clinks as he replaces the bottle and reaches for his small tumbler full of amber liquid. It looks like liquid gold in this light. “There are ten booths. Next to you could be a Hollywood sweetheart, a billionaire, a world-famous model… Who knows? I don’t even know. It’s not my business to know.”
    “It’s not your business to know about your business?” My lips tug into a small smirk.
    His eyes seem to glow as he focuses on me. “I have my own perks within my business. I wouldn’t have brought you back here if I didn’t think you weren’t interested in them.”
    I cross one leg over the other, grab my glass, and lean back. “Tell me—what are your perks, Mr. Hughes?”
    He flexes his finger against his glass and brings it upward. “My perk, Ms. Donnelly, is wondering how many times I can make you come before I fuck you.”
    Heat sizzles through my bloodstream, and goosebumps cover my skin in the silence that follows his words.
    Holy. Shit.
    That’s forward.
    And tempting. Oh so goddamn, motherfucking tempting.
    “That’s awfully presumptuous,” I manage to rasp out. I take a quick gulp of wine to wet my throat. “Don’t you think?”
    “I’m a presumptuous guy.” He shrugs a shoulder, unaffected.
    Of course. “What makes you think you’re going to find out?”
    He moves his gaze over me slowly, his eyes darkening with every inch of my skin they touch. My heartbeat picks up until it’s thundering against my ribs and I can feel the beat at every pulse point in my body. There’s a tightening sensation in my stomach that seems to be dropping and resting deep in my pussy, and I’m clenching my muscles, and I wish that awkward ache in my clit would disappear, because I kind of want to jump Carter’s bones right now.
    He chuckles, the sound dark and husky, and sets his glass on the table after one final drink. “Oh, Bee.” He skirts across the seat toward me, and I take a deep breath when he reaches up and loosens his tie. “I know I’m going to find out,” he says just as darkly as he just laughed. “Look at you. You’re breathing erratically.” He runs his finger across my collarbone and glances toward the table. “Your hand is trembling where you’re holding your glass, and you keep licking those gorgeous lips of yours.” He trails his hand up my neck. “Not to mention your eyes—they’re wide, and your cheeks are flushed.” He cups my jaw and runs his thumb along the side of it, right down to my mouth. The tip of his thumb ghosts along the soft curve of my lower lip. He’s barely touching me, but it feels as though my mouth is on fire.
    He leans in, the tip of his nose only just hovering in front of mine, and he exhales slowly. His breath cascades across my mouth, and I breathe in sharply at the hot burst of air that caresses my lips.
    Oh, Jesus.
    “Are you wondering yet?” he whispers. “Tell me, Bee. Are you wondering how many times I could make you come? How I’d do it? I am. All I’m thinking about right now is lifting the bottom of your dress, sliding your underwear to the side and fucking you with my fingers until you bite down on my shoulder with pleasure.”
    Another burst of heat is making its way through my body. I clamp my thighs together as he drops one hand and draws a trail across my left leg with the tips of his fingers. “I’m thinking that I should leave,” I lie.
    “No you’re not.” He smiles and spreads his hand across my thigh. I fight to keep my muscles clenched and ultimately lose. Carter inches his hand up my leg until his fingers tease the hem of my dress and his thumb pushes between my legs. He squeezes my thigh, and unbidden, my legs creep open.
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