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lips, he swept his tongue inside, and eagerly, she sucked on it, wanting
more and then more than that.
    With a muffled curse, he lifted her up on the
table, setting her up on it so that she had to look down at him. She knew that
she was likely as red as a cherry from their play, but when she looked down at
the way his eyes were nearly black with desire, a red, red smile curled her
lips.
    “ You're a handsome thing,” she said softly, running
one leg up his side, and he rewarded her with a deep growl in his chest.
    “ You're gorgeous,” he said simply. “Tell me what you
want.”
    In the middle of her haze, Apple woke up a little.
She was an artist, and her language was metal and wood, clay and resin. Words
were always more difficult, and for a moment, she was convinced that they would
stick in her throat. Then she looked into his dark waiting face, and she felt
her throat open.
    “ I want you to touch me,” she said thickly. “Run...
run your hands over my breasts, show me how much you like them.”
    Obediently, he cupped her generous breasts in his
large hands, and when he squeezed, she moaned with pleasure. His clever fingers
found her nipples through the thin fabric and her bra, and he rolled them until
they rose up as taut as tender buds, all but showing through the cloth. Hissing
with pleasure, Apple found her fingers laced into his hair, and when he made a
sharp noise, she pulled.
    “ Little witch,” he breathed, and she laughed and
pulled harder.
    He leaned up for another kiss, but while her lips
were occupied, his hand crept up her thigh again. With him standing between her
knees, she was open and defenseless to his touch. The idea that she couldn't
close her legs against him made her whimper with desire, and that was before
his fingertips started to trace the line of her panties.
    “ Lace,” he muttered. “Naughty
girl.”
    “ What are you going to do about it?” she asked
huskily, and she got her response when he eased one finger under the elastic.
He chuckled when he found her privates completely shaved, and then he moaned
when he brushed against her wet slit.
    “ You want me,” he murmured heatedly. “I could smell
you before, but now I can feel it...”
    “ Yes, yes,” she murmured. “Touch me, touch me
please...”
    She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and some
part of her couldn't believe that she was doing this, spreading herself open
for a man in a tuxedo on the night of her biggest gallery show. Another part of
her seemed to wake up when she touched Bellaron ,
asking her what had taken so long, this was what she was meant for, and she
spread her legs wider for his touch.
    He ran one blunt-tipped finger over her slit,
stroking the folds with a delicate consideration before reaching to flicker
over her clit. That gentle motion was nowhere near enough, and she found
herself thrusting her hips up, desperate for more.
    “ Please,” she said. “Inside, I like it inside!”
    With a strained chuckle, he did as she asked, and
in a moment, his finger was sunk in her willing depths, thrusting in and out of
her with a nearly insolent slowness. She dug her fingers into his shoulders,
she pulled his hair, but there was nothing that she could do to make him speed
his deliriously sensual moments.
    “ Things take time,” he said, his voice more than
slightly raw. “Things take time, and I won't be rushed, not with you, not like
this.”
    He turned his hand so that he could flick his thumb
over her clit with every stroke, and soon instead of urging him on, she was clinging to him instead. The powerful waves of
pleasure that started low in her belly swept through her body, making her tense
tighter and tighter. She was going to explode, she
knew she was, it was going to happen...
    “ Miss Muldoon? Miss Muldoon, are you here?
    The anxious voice of the gallery manager broke
through her sensual haze, and even that might not have made pause if it wasn't
getting louder and louder.
    With a muffled