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breathe, let alone talk.
    “You need to say yes if you want this, baby.”
    She tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry. “Yes,” she managed, and her voice sounded scratchy.
    He kissed her then, and she felt the pad of his thumb lightly on her clit.
    “Oh,” she said. “Yes, Mark.”
    “But you’re a little naughty, aren’t you? A little feisty.” He pushed deeper into her pussy, until his finger was buried in her wetness. “That’s okay. I like that in a girl. It’s more fun, don’t you think?”
    His finger worked her, and she bit her lip, trying not to groan. “I’m not all that submissive,” she gasped.
    “I know. Earlier, at the show, why didn’t you take off your panties?”
    She sank even farther into the leather seat. “I don’t know.”
    “Don’t you?” He cupped her sex, his palm pressing perfectly on her clit.
    She bit back a moan. “I couldn’t… it was too public…”
    He made a tsking noise. “You’re a bad girl, Ruby.” He slid another finger inside her. “Now I’m afraid I have to punish you.”
    “Yes. Please,” she said, her body clenching around his fingers. It was starting. The thoughts in her head were evaporating like drops of water under the desert sun. Soon there would be nothing. Just him.
    Giving herself over completely—it had been so long, and she was beginning to wonder if she’d ever let herself go one hundred percent. Because this was so different from anything else and it hit her like a shot of tequila, with a prickly heat that coursed through her veins, warmed her blood.
    “Tell me you’re mine tonight.”
    “You had me at hello.”
    “My naughty little Ruby.” His low, hot voice breathed into her ear, making her shiver. “But it’s an act. You’ve wanted to give yourself to me from the second we met.”
    She stilled. “For some reason, around you…”
    “What? Tell me what I do to you, Ruby.”
    “You don’t understand; I’m normally not like this. I’m normally very responsible.”
    “You think we’re being irresponsible?”
    “Yes.”
    She inhaled sharply when he slid his hand out of her pussy. He replaced her panties over her damp sex and then, arranging her dress over her thighs, he gently straightened the silky fabric. Then he grinned. “You’re so sexy when you fight your desire for me. It’ll be that much more fun when you’re screaming for me to spank you harder.”
    She was about to argue, but he touched her lips gently, silencing her. With the hand that had been inside her he traced her lips with his fingertips. The scent of herself on his skin made her squeeze her thighs together, hoping the pressure would help ease the throbbing ache between her legs.
    It didn’t.
    She closed her eyes as he pushed one finger into her mouth. Then two fingers. She tasted her own, acidic essence on his skin. She sucked him deeper, tasting and licking, hoping to tease him a little as he’d done to her. But it wasn’t working; she was only getting hotter, wetter. Weighed down with wanting him.
    He withdrew his hand, leaving her empty and filled with need. It took her a minute to focus after she opened her eyes. She could smell him, their scents mingled. She inhaled deeply, wanting to cement his unique, spicy scent into her nostrils. Knowing these memories would make her recollection of this night all the more real after he left.
    He took her hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed the back of her wrist. She wanted more, wanted him to take her finger into his mouth and lick her, suck her like she’d done to him. But instead he dropped their hands onto his lap and held them there for the rest of the ride home.
    Her heart hammered the entire time. The tension in the limo was heavy, and the scent of sex and leather was making her breathless.
    Finally they came to a stop. They got out of the limo, and she led the way to her Victorian apartment building. Her hand trembled as she unlocked the front door, and her legs trembled as they made their