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it with a caress.
    “Do you trust me?” he inquired, his husky voice making her quiver in anticipation.
    “Yes,” she replied.
    She knew that this was crazy.
    Everything about him should frighten her.
    So, why did it feel so good?
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    Chapter 7
    “Where are you taking me?”
    His chest pressed against her back as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
    “Trust me.”
    Joe heard her quick intake of breath as he led her through the club to the private room he had selected earlier. He wasn't sure why he had decided to push her tonight, but the thought of her baring everything, giving her body to him completely made his cock hard. He positioned her in the center of the room before closing the door behind them. Taking his place behind her, his hands lowered the zipper on the back of her dress. The dress slid down her legs to land in a puddle at her feet.
    Damn, she was sexy.
    He walked around her, taking in the black lace bra. Her pink nipples peeked through to tempt him. Her black lace thong was a small scrap of material that revealed more than it covered. The spiked heels she wore made him ache. He reached out to tease her nipple through the thin material.
    “Joe?”
    “I'm here, baby.”
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    She heard him walk around her minutes before she felt the heat of him against her back.
    God, she wanted him.
    She felt him unclasp her bra before sliding the straps down her arms to let it fall to the floor. The cool air made her nipples tighten.
    “Raise your arms,” he commanded.
    She did as he requested, feeling him cuff her wrist. A sliver of fear raced up her spine. She'd never been tied up before, not even with the belt of a robe. A part of her wasn't sure that she was ready for this, but the rest of her didn't want to disappoint him. She didn't resist when he reached for her other wrist. He secured it above her head. His mouth covered her neck, his tongue snaking out to tease the sensitive skin.
    “Trust me,” he reminded her as his hand skimmed her abdomen before covering her breasts.
    His fingers pinched her nipples, making her cry out. He bent down to remove her thong. His mouth pressed against her buttocks, and she jerked. His hand came around to toy with her clit as his mouth trailed over her skin.
    “Spread your legs,” he murmured.
    His other hand brushed the inside of her leg, and she spread them wider for him. She bit the inside of her lip as his finger plunged into her greedy womb. He moved it in and out of her, driving her higher and higher. Just as she was on the brink, he pulled away to stand up. He undid the blindfold. Mara blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light.
    Oh my God!
    Her mouth fell open as she realized where they were. Several people were standing on the other side of the glass wall watching her, watching them. Staring at her naked body. Watching his hand move inside of her. She pulled at her bonds, but Joe's hands on her waist stilled her. He drew her back against him.
    “I want them to see you. I want them to watch me fuck your sweet pussy. I want them to watch you scream my name when you come, Mara.”
    She should have been appalled at the request, but his sinful words made her arousal flow down the inside of her thighs. Joe slid his hands up to her breasts to play with her nipples. Mara's eyes focused on a young man with dark brown hair, his chest bare to reveal chiseled muscles. His black leather pants barely contained his erection. His eyes moved over her appreciatively.
    Joe leaned closer, his tongue stroking the lobe of her ear.
    “He wants you.”
    Her nipples tightened, and her clit swelled. Involuntarily, she moved her hips, seeking relief. Answering her silent request, Joe's hands glided lower to rub lazy circles over her aching clit.
    “Look at him, Mara. He wishes he was in here touching you.”
    Joe slid a finger inside of her, making her moan. He added a second finger, and she jerked against him, desperate for the orgasm his ministrations