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sigh, “Congratulations on your victory with the Emerson Bill.”
    David choked on his drink. Tim’s
brows shot up.
    Hunt wasn’t any less surprised. The
bill involved another of his firm’s VIP clients, hadn’t yet been voted on or
publicized to the press, so how in the fuck did she know about it?
    How else, dummy? She’d been with the senator’s aides and maybe even Emerson
himself who no doubt talked too much while he and his staff played with her in
this house. Fucking pricks. The thought of them touching her
rankled Hunt more than their sharing confidential information.
    She must have caught his mood or
finally noticed David’s coughing. Stepping back, she placed the empty tray on a
side table, then lowered her other strap over her shoulder, baring it slowly. A millimeter at a time.
    Hunt forgot to swallow his booze.
His skin tingled.
    When she seemed certain of
everyone’s full attention, she turned away from them. “I need help with my
zipper.”
    Hunt handed his drink to David who
took it instinctively, then grumbled, “Hey.”
    Not bothering to comment, Hunt
reached Magique before Tim could. To his delight, she
leaned into him, her back against his chest. The top of her head came to his
chin. Her scent wafted up, making him dizzy.
    Tim edged closer, standing to the
right. David joined them, standing to the left.
    Hunt ignored them both. All that
mattered was Magique , getting her out of the dress,
exploring her body, imprisoning her softness beneath him.
    Gathering her hair in his hand, he
brought it to his face and inhaled deeply. God. It
smelled as good as the rest of her. Fresh, delicate, womanly. He relished the scent, taking his time.
    Tim mumbled something beneath his
breath.
    Magique paid him no heed. Lifting her arms, she held them above her
head as a dancer would.
    Not expecting that, Hunt debated
whether to cup her breasts and decided against it—for the time being. Once they
were in bed, all bets were off. For now, he intended to make her wait for his
carnal attention just as she expected him to be patient for hers. She’d said
she needed help with her zipper, so where the hell was it? On a guess, he ran
his fingers down the right seam of her dress, straying off course only once to
stroke the gentle swell of her tummy.
    She released her weight into him, then wiggled her ass against his erection. As a test or a tease?
    Didn’t much
matter. He’d survive this game and come out
on top, literally. Fighting a smile, he next concentrated on the left seam,
locating the fastener. Little by little, he eased it down, stopping at the
curve of her hip, resting his hand on it to see what she’d do.
    With her right arm lowered, she
turned her face to his as she had in his fantasy.
    A bit closer and their mouths would
touch, and then they’d be necking like horny teens. Or she’d be doing that with
Tim and David after telling him to leave because he’d assumed too much, making
his next move before she decided to allow it.
    Steeling himself, Hunt continued to
keep his distance, making her want their coming pleasure as much as he did.
    She smiled, all sassy and confident
as though she’d won their unspoken challenge. “Thank you,” she purred, then
looked away, her hair falling across her face, hiding it.
    Hunt made a noise of acknowledgment,
struggling against an impulse to bring her to one of the chairs, haul her on
his lap and direct her to take his cock inside her damp cunt. He sensed she
would have enjoyed that, having seen her desire in the flush of her cheeks, the
longing in her expression. So what now? It seemed she was waiting for him to be
a good boy and move back. No way until he was ready.
    He regarded the sides of her dress.
They’d fallen away from her body, the deepening V exposing a lot of skin.
    Heat rushed to his face and chest.
He didn’t see the lacy edge of a bra or a thong. Was she nude beneath the
garment?
    Eager to know, he stepped back.
    With a gentle twist of her