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didn’t mind her
bold tongue and he certainly didn’t seem like a stuck-up billionaire.
    Deciding
to risk it, Belle reached under the table and curled her hand around his thigh.
Heat and muscle greeted her through expensive feeling, well-cut trousers. Well,
the Santa suit had to have been padded, she concluded, as there was no way
there was any fat on him. His muscles tightened and she heard the faintest hiss
of breath as she inched her hand higher. To her frustration, she couldn’t reach
any further. Her fingers itched with the need to see if he really was as
aroused as he said he was.
    “Are you
aroused?” she asked huskily. Oh God, had she really just said that?
    “What do
you think?”
    “I hope
so.”
    “Are
you?” His tone was raw and rough. He certainly sounded it.
    She
swallowed. “Yes.”
    “Spread
your legs,” he murmured.
    To her
astonishment, her legs dropped open of their own accord. Her heated pussy
welcomed the slight touch of fresh air and pulsed at his words, a rush of
dampness pooling between her legs. With a slight rustle of the table cloth, he
slid his knee between her legs until the fabric of his trousers pressed against
her.
    She
wriggled and gasped at the welcome pressure. She was so stimulated, it was
ridiculous. How could she be turned on just by words and sounds? Shifting
again, a spark of pleasure alighted between her legs. It wouldn’t take much.
Just a few subtle movements and she reckoned she’d be well on her way to an
orgasm. But she could hardly do that in the middle of a restaurant, could she?
Even if it was pitch black.
    “Come
for me,” he ordered quietly.
    Her
mouth dropped open. He really did want her to masturbate against him. And, God,
she was in no position to resist. Their playful banter, and his crisp smell and
muscular thigh had driven her over the edge.
    She
moved her hips, warily at first. The solid press of his knee was like heaven to
her pussy. Her clit throbbed in time with her movements as warmth built between
her legs. Strong, masculine fingers wrapped themselves around her wrist
suddenly, the grip powerful but tender, and blood pounded in her ears. Belle
fought to remain silent, and she worked and worked against that knee. Her other
hand gripped her chair and she closed her eyes, even though there was nothing
to see.
    Sparks
lit behind her closed lids, powered on by the touch of his hand and the
strength of his thigh between hers. Belle imagined what it would be like to
have that hand on her cunt, playing with her heat and thrusting into her. It
was all she needed. She squeezed her thighs tight around his leg and worked
frantically. The sudden rush of her orgasm made her release the tiniest squeal
and she bit down on her lip. Satisfaction, warm and pleasant seeped through her
muscles and she allowed her legs to flop open again.
    Nicholas’
knee gradually retreated but he kept hold of her wrist, his thumb rubbing
gently at the inside of her wrist.
    “Wow,
Belle, you are really something.”
    She gave
a shaky laugh. “I could say the same for you. I can’t believe I just did that.”
    “I’m
glad you did. Now, finish your dessert. I want to take you back to my hotel
room.”
    Belle’s
jaw dropped open again. He said it as if she had no choice and that thrilled
her. But she still didn’t know who he was really. Or did she? She knew he was
witty and charming. He had the air of a Dominant but he’d told her he wasn’t a
lifestyle Dom. Nicolas was surely rich to have bid so much on her so he
presumably worked hard. All she didn’t know was what he looked like or how old
he was, but at this point she didn’t care. Maybe he was disfigured somehow. But
she wasn’t sure anything could put her off him now.  The man inside was
sexy as hell.
    “Will
you come back to my room with me?” he prompted as she remained silent.
    “I—yes,
I will.”
    “You
might be… a little surprised,” he warned.
    “I like
surprises, remember?” she answered easily and