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took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “And perhaps you’ll allow me to show you off at another party.”
    “Another petting party?” she asked dubiously.
    “No,” he said as they made their way back to the hotel lobby. “This is a much classier event.” He paused to look her up and down. “And you look absolutely perfect.”
    As they stepped out of the hotel, Harry waved to the valet. The car rolled up to the curb within a few minutes, and Harry opened the door for Elise. She slid into the luxurious seat with a sassy grin.
    “Do you want me to put the top up, Mr. McMahon?” The valet asked politely.
    “Don’t bother,” Harry said as he let himself into the driver’s seat. “It’s a perfect night for a topless drive.”
    He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Elise, who laughed and batted his shoulder playfully.
    And then they were off, speeding through the streets with the wind whipping through their hair. As they neared the bridge, the air grew crisper and cleaner, with just the slightest edge of cold. Harry turned onto the bridge. The wide lanes were completely empty, and they sped along alone on the massive structure. Elise titled her head back to feel the rush of cool air on her skin. Her eyes followed the thick steel suspension cables up to the sky.
    “Harry!” she exclaimed suddenly, her hand grabbing his elbow. “Stop the car!”
    Surprised, Harry veered off to the side. He slowed the car to a stop at the side of the bridge.
    “What it is?” he asked, turning concerned eyes to her.
    Elise reached upward, pointing.
    “Look up,” she said wonderingly. “The stars!”
    Stars? he thought. What could be so spectacular about the stars?
    Somewhat confounded, Harry looked up. And felt his world shrink. Above them, the heavens stretched out in a midnight canvas, illuminated by bright pinpricks of light. The stars blinked down on them, their brightness clear now that they were free from the lights of the city behind them. It was fantastic.
    They both leaned back in their seats, content for a moment to stare up at the wonders above. And then a slight shiver ran through Elise. She turned her head to the side and reached out to cover his hand with hers. He sat up and met her hooded gaze.
    “Should we get going—”
    “No,” Elise told him quietly. “Let’s stay awhile.”
    She inched closer to his side, her fingers walking a path up to his shoulder. Ever so slowly, she leaned closer and closer. Then, with the barest of touches, she pressed her lips to his. Soft , gentle and moist. They kissed slowly, relishing the tang of the night air against their dewy lips. A hot ache built up slowly, spreading outward from her upper thighs. She wriggled closer, taking his face in her small hands. He responded by leaning over to slide one hand over her waist.
    Their kiss grew deeper. Elise’s fingers tangled in the hair at his nape as Harry’s hands fisted in the fabric of her dress. She had to twist her thighs against each other to relieve the building pressure. His tongue swept demandingly into her mouth, and she gasped, her breath a puff of white in the dark.
    The kiss became fiercer, a desperate tangle of lips, teeth and tongue. Like a hungry cat, Elise growled and climbed over his thighs to straddle him. The hem of her dress rode up her legs, and Harry slid his palms up to her bottom. His palms touched nothing but her sweet skin; Elise certainly seemed to like going without knickers when she was with him. He grinned. As she rocked against his groin, he pressed her core close to his. Panting, she threw her head back and ground against his hot body. Planting a searing line of kisses down her jaw and neck, Harry pulled at the straps of her dress, tugging until the deep V-neckline opened completely to reveal her pert breasts. With one hand firmly cupping her undulating bottom and the other looped around her slim shoulders, Harry lowered his lips to her bosom. He caressed the fleshy mounds with his tongue