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strand of hair behind her ear.  
    "Slower."
    She slowed even more. It wasn't easy to do gracefully, putting one foot in front of the other so deliberately that she had to fight to keep her balance. When she reached the door, she turned and slowly began retracing her steps. Cunningham watched her thoughtfully. Unfortunately, he had put away his cock when she wasn't looking. So much for him finally taking her pussy when they were alone. Well, maybe after dinner.
    He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, obviously muscular even in the suit. His eyebrows were gathered over his dark eyes.
    "Stop there."
    Elle stood, waiting. She hoped he liked what he saw, but with Cunningham it was impossible to know. Eventually he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another box. "Pull your panties down a few inches, but not all the way."
    Elle teased her panties down until they were mid-thigh, the elastic gently squeezing her soft skin. When she glanced down, she noticed that the fabric that had cradled her pussy was shiny wet. If he fucked her now, he'd just glide right into her satiny entrance. She looked up, willing him to please , finally fuck her. To take her alone and to see that she was as turned on by just him as she was by all three of her lovers together.
    He rose and slowly approached, and Elle tried not to fidget, wondering what was in the box. A clit shield, maybe? She'd never heard of such a thing.  
    When he stopped in front of her, she had to tilt her head back to see him, he was so large. He pressed his hand against her pussy, stroking his finger over her clit. Elle moaned and fought to keep her balance. She wanted to grab onto him, pull him closer, but she knew better.
    Just before she reached the point of no return, Cunningham stopped. He could get her off in his sleep—it was like he'd been studying her the first few times. Knowing him, he probably had. He pushed something against her pussy, and he held it there, covered in his hand. His dark eyes bore into hers, and Elle had to fight not to beg him to fuck her. There was something about being the object of his attention that undid her every time. She trembled, afraid he could see how badly she wanted him—and suspecting that he'd already seen it and didn't care. Nolan had warned her that women always fell for Cunningham, and Elle had sworn to herself that she wouldn't be like the others. But here she was, hoping the rules didn't apply to her, that fate would deal her a better hand …
    "Pull up your panties."
    Elle hastened to comply, and when Cunningham removed his hand, the cool, foreign thing remained pressed against her wet folds, from just above her clit all the way down to her entrance. Elle shifted, and the back part of the object intruded ever so slightly into her slick hole. Cunningham pulled her close so that his erection pressed against her lower stomach, then he slid a hand between their bodies. He pressed on the object in her panties, and it dipped a little deeper into her. "This is what you'll be wearing to dinner tonight." He strode to the elegant, free-standing wood closet and pulled out a short, black dress on a hanger. "And this."
    A flush of excitement rose in Elle's cheeks and spread across her face. She dipped her head, hoping that Cunningham hadn't noticed. When she unzipped the dress and pulled it off the hanger, her hands shook. This was it. Her. Out with Cunningham. "Where are we going?"
    " You are going to meet a client. Turn."  
    Elle froze.
    "Turn," Cunningham said in that tone of voice that meant he was losing patience.
    Elle pivoted quickly before he could see the look of misery on her face. He zipped up the back of the dress and adjusted its thin straps on her shoulders. The tender gesture had Elle blinking back unexpected tears.  
    This was Nolan's doing. He'd talked Cunningham out of going with her. She was going to kill the rotten, meddling bastard—  
    "There's a car waiting for you downstairs. One more thing—"