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her head and pulled her to him. She tasted wild, and sweet, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Just like that, just with a kiss, he felt himself going under.
    He pulled back a little. See? In control.
    “What was it you wanted in the elevator, Jessie?” He let his thumb brush across the silk covering one nipple. “Was it this?”
    She clutched at his shirt, stared up at him with dazed eyes.
    “No?” He rained kisses along her jaw to her ear. “This then?” He began a slow circle around the nipple with his thumb.
    She twisted against him, standing on tiptoe and tugging at his hair to pull his head down.
    She was so beautiful. It hurt to look at her. He laughed softly to keep from moaning.
    He leaned closer, so his lips just brushed her ear as he whispered, “Tell me, Jessie.”
    “Your mouth,” she gasped.
    It took everything he had to step away from her as she swayed toward him. “Well, then, let’s see what you’re offering. Take off your dress.”
    He should have known better. She brushed aside his attempt at intimidation. With a defiant glance, she unfastened the clasp at the back of her neck and let the dress slither to the floor. When her hand went to her Carnival mask he shook his head.
    “Leave it.” The words came out like gravel through his throat.
    She inclined her head in acknowledgement, then raised her arms and turned in a graceful pirouette.
    He forced air into his lungs. He was way out of his league. Stupid to think he could get the upper hand with her. He had expected a thong under the dress, but his imagination had obviously been too conservative. She was wearing what appeared to be a handful of ribbons that attached to a minuscule triangle of material in the front. The ribbons radiated out over her perfect ass into a tiny bow, then drew his eyes to where they disappeared below. In front of him, she pivoted proudly like a pagan goddess in her high heels, ribbons, and the jeweled mask.
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    Jessica stood her ground. She had been in front of cameras all her life. She knew that she was beautiful; that she could make him want her. Morgan’s hot gaze and flushed face told her she wasn’t wrong. At least she still had that small bit of power. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough, but for tonight it would do. She took a single step toward him and drew his head down to her.
    When her knees buckled, she felt his arm circle her waist and he lowered her to the floor. His tongue circled and flicked at her nipple, while his hand reached down to cup her. He tugged at the damp ribbons of her thong, creating an unbearable pressure against her swollen flesh.
    She lifted herself against his tormenting hand, trying to ease the ache he was creating. Immediately, he removed both his hand and his mouth.
    “Shhh, not yet,” he murmured.
    She shifted toward him, reaching for his zipper. As in the elevator, he captured her hands and pulled them above her head.
    “Uh, uh. Naughty Jessica, not until I say.”
    After that, the torture began. Morgan’s hands and mouth were busy, first on her breasts, then lower, pushing her legs wide and stroking her to a fever pitch. He scraped the ribbons of her thong against her most sensitive skin, pushed them aside to plunge his tongue or his fingers into her depths. Each time, just when the bright promise of her orgasm was upon her, he pulled away. Again and again he moved up her body to torment her breasts or kiss her deeply.
    “You taste so good, Jessie,” he said in his dark voice. “I’m drunk on you. Taste yourself and see how good it is.”
    Finally, she was sobbing in frustration, trembling with desire. Despite his erotic words and the evidence of his erection, he was still fully clothed and in control.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    He stilled next to her.
    “Please, what, Jessie?”
    “Please, come inside of me,” she moaned.
    He shifted next to her, reaching down to unzip and free himself. Then he was looking down and she was trapped in his