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flirt, his tone husky and provocative, making her
arch one slender eyebrow.
    Before David could react or say
anything else that might get him banished from here, she moved to Tim, offering
him the tallest glass with a wedge of lime at the top…his usual scotch and
soda.
    “ Et comment allez-vous ce soir ?” she asked
him, her French as effortless and flawless as the last language she’d spoken.
    Amazing. Not only was she multilingual, she seemed to know that Tim
had spent several years after college screwing around in Paris, blowing his
trust fund before his father cut him off and ordered him home.
    Unlike David’s initial reaction, Tim
grinned. His fingers caressed hers as he took his drink.
    “ Bon !” he said, “ Mais j’espère être encore mieux .”
    No arched brow this time. She took
in Tim’s length in the same manner he’d done with hers, pausing on the good
parts, particularly his fly and obvious erection straining against it.
    Screw that. Possessiveness, hard and
uncivilized, coiled within Hunt, making him restless to have her first, to keep
her from Tim and David. Could be they’d blown their chances given how they’d
responded to her. So what the fuck had they’d said? Why was she lingering near
Tim, watching him enjoy his drink?
    “ Vraiment ?”
she said at last.
    Tim stopped sipping his cocktail.
Uncertainty flashed on his face, keeping him from responding.
    Damn. Hunt wished he’d taken French
in high school and college rather than Spanish. It would have also helped if he
remembered enough Español to converse.
    She moved on, stopping in front of
him.
    Before she discovered he was
unilingual, he leaned toward her and murmured, “I have to warn you, I used to
be fluent in Pig Latin, but I’ve grown a little rusty since middle school. So
please, be gentle with me.”
    Surprise swept her lovely features
followed by a throaty laugh. Honest, musical and all because of him.
    Rarely had Hunt felt as proud. His
cock strained against his stretchy boxers, wanting out, needing to be within
her tight heat…though not from behind as he’d imagined. For their first time,
they had to be eye to eye, her full attention on him. He wanted to watch her
response to his passion, witness the flare of excitement at him entering,
stretching, plowing into her until he couldn’t go any deeper and their bodies
touched. He hoped she’d whimper. He’d probably groan and a fucking lot more. Tim and David would most likely bitch.
    Pleased at the thought, Hunt managed
to keep it to himself. He’d seen her reaction to his friends’ graceless
flirting. This lady demanded to be honored and won. She needed to be in charge.
He didn’t mind that a bit, wanting her to believe whatever worked as long as he
was the one running the show.
    “Thanks.” He took the bourbon, his
thumb touching hers.
    She didn’t pull back her hand. With
a gentle tilt of her head, she studied him. Hunt allowed it, encouraging her to
take the lead until he knew she’d accept whatever he wanted. Beneath her
scrutiny, the music receded as did the tapping of Tim’s fingers against his
glass and the floor squeaking as David shifted his weight. All Hunt heard was
her gentle breathing. She was so close he caught her scent. A mixture of roses
and jasmine laced with musk, as sensuous and mysterious as her.
    He chanced stroking her thumb.
    She parted her lips.
    His legs got rubbery. He had an
overpowering urge to brush his mouth over hers, then ease his tongue inside, prolonging the pleasure, not allowing it to end even as
he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He wanted so much more. He craved it all. What
was her real name? She was obviously well educated, so where had she gone to
school? Whom had she loved?
    His gut twisted with surprising
force, another surge of jealousy he had no right to feel, but it didn’t stop
more questions from bombarding him. Had she ever been married or engaged? Was
she tight with anyone now?
    She inhaled deeply and spoke on