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opposite. Ducking to enter the
limousine, she let out a gasp of surprise. “Jett!”
    He
grinned, his white teeth flashing, and patted the leather seat next to him.
“Hello, Grace.”
    Settling
into the seat, Grace forced herself to close her mouth. “Forgive me,” she told
him with a smile. “I didn’t expect you to collect me.”
    Jett
wrapped an arm around her shoulder and brought his other hand to cup at her
jaw, bringing her gaze to his. The door shut with a thud and she jumped. This
was it. She was his for the night now.
     “You’re
mine now,” he said, echoing her thoughts with startling accuracy, “and I intend
to make the most of every moment.”
    She
licked at her lips, her mouth drying at the promise that lay in his eyes. She
had only a moment to register the look before he lowered his lips to hers, his
hand coming up to cup possessively at her neck. His kiss claimed her, deep and
demanding. His tongue probed and pushed, and her head spun as her pussy
throbbed. He smelled of luxury and pure man all rolled into one. Like the scent
of expensive cologne over the fragrance of hard work and ship grease. Jett pulled
away and eyed her parted lips with satisfaction. He kept his hand around her
neck, the heat of it branding her skin.
    “Did
you do as I asked?”
    “Yes.”
     “Show
me.”
    Her
gaze snapped up to his deep green eyes and she hesitated. Just for a moment.
Wriggling, the leather creaked beneath her as she hitched up her tight black
dress.
    “I
said you should wear something you don’t care about.”
    “I
don’t,” she replied. “This dress is old and I never get to wear it.”
    He
studied her for a moment, a flicker of… regret perhaps, coming across his face.
As if it pained him to know she never dressed up. She resolved to keep the
sorry state of her life to herself from now on. He already knew of her pitiful
ex and she felt pathetic enough next to him as it was.
    Jett
tapped a finger to her knee and she let her thighs drop open and pulled in a
breath. Surely he would smell her arousal? Her legs shook with apprehension.
She was his now, he could do anything he wanted and as much as the idea
terrified her, it also made her more aroused than ever before.
    A
warm fingertip traced the inside of her thigh and she closed her eyes. It
paused and she snapped her eyes open. Her pulse pounded in her ears as an anger
glinted in his eyes, his jaw tight. He rubbed the thumb across her neck.
    “What
happened here?” he asked, his voice disturbingly light, as if he deliberately
controlled it.
    Grace
gulped. She thought she’d covered up the marks on her neck with make-up but
obviously not well enough. Would he throw her away now she was marred? “I-it
was Greg.”
    He
nodded slowly, still rubbing at her neck. His pupils darkened and her breath
hitched as she waited for a response. Then the hand on her thighs slipped
beneath the tight confines of her dress, pressing until he reached a nipple.
Allowing her head to loll back slightly, she stiffened as she caught the chauffer’s
eyes in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed and she fought the urge to snap her legs
together. They were far back enough that she didn’t doubt he could see
everything.
    Jett’s
hand rubbed soothingly at her the back of her neck. “Easy, Grace. Just enjoy
it.”
    Enjoy
it? Enjoy the driver sneaking looks at her parted thighs? Her exposed breasts?
Yes she did this for a living but that was different.
    And
yet… and yet her pussy pulsed. Christ, she was fucked up enjoying having a
strange man staring at her most intimate parts. Jett skimmed his hands over her
thighs and up, tracing the line of her knickers. She gasped and bucked as they
worked higher, pressing into the soft skin of her tanned thighs. Touch me,
touch me.
    “You
are beautiful, Grace,” he told her as he sucked intermittently at her ear. “I
am going to explore every curve of your sweet, luscious body.” His fingers
inched higher. “I’m going to make you