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the vibrator in your panties. Then let me have the remote.”
    Handing over control of her pleasure to him seemed risky. Too risky. July hesitated. The voice in her mind making all the protests sounded too much like her great aunt, who had never risked anything, ever.
    “You’re in control, July. If you don’t like anything I do—just say so. I’ll give you the remote and that’ll be that.”
    Her heartbeat stuttered and her breath left in a whoosh. God, he was so … so … raw. Bold. Wild. Here’s your opportunity, July. Fine. She’d take the risk and hope like hell that Carter was worth the effort. She opened her purse and passed him the small black wireless remote.
    “Excuse me.” As she stood he did as well, and she appreciated the gentlemanly gesture. Once again, she thought about how old-fashioned Carter seemed, almost like he didn’t belong in this era.
    She went to the restroom and entered the last stall. Her hands trembled as she removed the bullet vibrator from her purse. Lifting her dress, she tucked it into her panties, sliding it between the fleshy folds and pressing it against her clitoris.
    After she was finished, she washed her hands. Her reflection in the mirror was dazed. What are you doing? she silently asked her mirror image. This is insane. The vibrator felt odd, but not too uncomfortable. All the same, as she returned to the table, she felt as though everyone in the restaurant knew what she’d done.
    Steeling her nerves, she took the flute of champagne and sipped its fizzy sweetness. The vibrator zipped on and sensation exploded in her clitoris. She was so startled that she nearly spilled her bubbly. The vibrator turned off. Oh, God. July blew out a breath. Wide-eyed, she stared at Carter. “I’ll never make it through the lobster if you do that.”
    “Yes, you will,” he promised.
    It was as if his declaration made their dinner appear. She stared at the steaming lobster then at Carter. He winked at her. She knew in that instant he would follow through with his intentions. And she’d agreed to the whole thing the second she’d given him the remote.
    She couldn’t quite work up the nerve to eat, though Carter suffered from no such compunction. He dug into his bloody steak with abandon. The tail was split open, offering its succulent meat. She drizzled butter on it then pierced the tender white lobster with her fork.
    Her heart started to pound. Carter paid no attention to her. He enjoyed his food and appeared to have forgotten all about her. She gazed at him from underneath her lashes, but he didn’t glance at her.
    She lifted the fork to her lips and savored the first, butter-drenched bite.
    The vibrator whirred on, slowly pulsing against her clit. Her heart tha-thumped, and she shifted in her chair.
    “Don’t move,” said Carter, flashing his devastating smile. “Just sit there and enjoy every sensation.”
    He kicked the vibrations up another notch.
    July pressed her lips together to keep from moaning. After a moment, she took another bite of lobster. She even managed a couple of roasted new potatoes. As the vibrator worked her into a heated frenzy, she tried to pretend she was doing nothing more than enjoying her meal.
    She drank all of her champagne. Carter refilled her glass.
    Her breathing became hard to control as her desire to moan, pound the table, and beg Carter to take her increased.
    He turned up the setting.
    “Oh, God,” she choked out. Her fork clattered to the plate. She clutched the edge of the table. Pleasure burst into a thousand bright stars. She bit her lower lip as the torturously good orgasm went on and on.
    It took a long moment for her to draw in a regular breath. She met Carter’s gaze and couldn’t speak.
    “How was everything?” asked the waiter as he cleared the table.
    Dazed, July looked at him. “That was the best lobster I’ve ever had.”
    Carter laughed.

Chapter Four
    I n the hotel room , July sat on the edge of the bed, nerves plucking