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trailing a finger up an arm or leg as she passed.
    Choosing her next victim, she approached from behind, stroking his chest and nestling his head between her breasts. She let her hands drift to his thighs, squeezing them and bringing her thumbs close to his cock on her way back up. He groaned, took her hand and placed it on the hard lump in his pants.
    “Uh-uh,” she chastised, wagging her finger at him as she walked away. “Mustn’t touch.”
    Ash smiled when she caught his gaze. She winked at him. One more guy and she’d go to work on her man.
    Her man. Wish that were true.
    The last guest seemed to be under control, so she took a chance. Approaching from the side, she raised one leg and ran her heel up his thigh, then down again. Planting her foot on his leg, she gave him the full Monty. She pumped and ground her hips, pushing her spread pussy toward his face and pulling back. His eyes glazed over as he stared.
    For better effect, and to encourage the yells behind her, she reached between her legs and spread her lips for him. His jaw went slack. His mouth opened. Bree slid her fingers up and back, leaving a trail with what little moisture she could find.
    Thrusting her finger deep inside herself, she moaned and rolled her head , pretending to be desperately horny. Her free hand cupped her breast and tugged at her nipple. Withdrawing her dampened hand, she ran a finger around the lips of the guy enjoying the view. He sucked her finger into his mouth. She giggled coyly, and put her foot back on the floor.
    It was Ash’s turn.
    The look he sent her as she sauntered his way lit a torch inside her. His mouth twitched on one side, his eyelids fluttered for a moment. Then he licked his lips. Damn, he was so fuckin’ sexy! She couldn’t wait to taste his lips again, to feel his hand on her, and in her.
    As she drew near, he shouted over the music. “What was that?”
    She grinned. “Foreplay.”
    “Well it worked for me. And the guys , too, I bet.”
    Bree turned and wiggled her ass at him, keeping the dance going. “So you’re satisfied?”
    “Well, I wouldn’t go that far. Yet. But you definitely rocked the party.”
    “The party’s not ove r.” Facing him, her legs straddling his, she bent forward, offering her tits. She teased him, bringing one nipple at a time within half-an-inch of his tongue before pulling back.
    Growling, he tugged her arm, drawing her close. He sucked in a mouthful of her breast, nipping with his teeth and flicking his tongue over her nipple.
    It was her turn to moan. She didn’t stop him when he moved to the other breast and repeated the play. A new sensation hit her…a wish that all the other men would go away and leave her to explore Ash’s body, which was radiating heat and excitement beneath her.
    Bree tried hard to keep her mind on the other men in the room. Sure, they’d love to see a stripper fucking the best man, but that wasn’t what she’d hired on for. It wasn’t something she’d ever done before, had sex with an audience watching.
    Stripping wasn’t sex. Dancing naked, touching herself in front of a group of men—none of that was sex. Sex involved the mind. Good sex involved the heart.
    But, oh, fuck, Ash’s tongue knew what it was doing. Was he born gifted that way, or had he practiced? For some reason she didn’t want to think about him with other women. Not when he was sending her desire threshold through the roof.
    Her breasts were swollen and on fire, sending curling tendrils of lust down between her thighs. She shivered and ground herself on his lap, needing something to rub her in just the right spot.
    “Hey, quit hogging the stripper!” Mark had come up behind her. Taking her by the waist, he lifted her off Ash’s lap. “I haven’t had my fill, although watching that ass wiggle is definitely hot.” He squeezed one of her cheeks, draped her legs over one arm and carried her back to his chair.
    Setting her down, he dropped into his seat. “Now, dance