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studied her aristocratic, lush profile. She was gorgeous. He would have loved to trace his finger along her delicate, shell-like ear and press his mouth against her long white neck. Needless to say, though, he certainly wasn’t going to do so with a woman who kept begging him not to come on to her. He was more irked than he’d like to admit at the thought.
    “So, honestly, do you have a boyfriend or what? At least throw a sop to my enormous ego here.”
    She darted a look at him.
    The driver slammed down on the brakes and, failing to have belted themselves in, Virginia fell against him, practically into his lap actually. He caught her, surprised, as she steadied herself, palms on his legs, mere inches from his crotch. Her mouth fell open and their eyes met. Desire roared through him and he froze, afraid to move a muscle.
    But he didn’t have to. The electricity between them was not one-sided. She leaned forward and ran her soft lips along his cheek. Her palms on his legs clenched, her fingers digging into the wool of his trousers and his body roared to life. He groaned and she covered his mouth with her own.
     
    She felt his tongue in her mouth, tentative, questing in response to her own. She should have pulled away then and stopped at the one kiss, understandable given how they had been, quite literally, thrown together. Instead, she opened her mouth wider, distracted by the delicious, warm pleasure that coursed through her body at the touch of his lips. The rough feel of his mouth against hers, his hands beginning to move slowly over her shoulders, down her arms, made her shiver. Wow.
    Acting thoughtlessly for once, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, and was rewarded with the whole hard length of him suddenly pushing her back to lie beneath him on the leather seat, stretching her hands above her head. She arched her hips against him and registered the long, hard ridge of his penis as his mouth moved from her lips down her throat, one hand lingering tentatively around her rib cage as if not yet daring to move higher. She moaned and parted her legs beneath the skirt of her suit, lost in the pleasure she had not felt for quite some time, maybe never quite so keenly either and he pulled back a little, looking down, to slip his hand beneath her skirt.
    Oh no, she better stop that right now. That was… oh …his fingers were skimming along her bare thighs and heading… It felt so … Oh no, that was so… inappropriate .
    She’d said it out loud, hadn’t she?
    But when she would have objected—she would have, really, assuming she could speak through the pleasure that was thundering through her veins—he covered her mouth with his own again, thrusting his tongue deep as his skillful fingers below slipped under the elastic of her underwear.
    He swallowed the moan she let out as the base of her stomach jumped at his warm, sure touch and he dipped his thumb into what was undoubtedly a very wet vagina by now and then rubbed the moistened pad of it lightly against her clit.
    Oh, Jesus—it was just the right amount of pressure. When he supplemented it by thrusting his middle finger up her, turning it some way she had never felt, her bottom arched up off of the leather seat.
    She felt his smile against her lips as he paused in his kissing. “You like that, eh?”
    He added a second finger, swirling it around in her. Oh God.
    She clamped her thighs tighter against his hand and he bent his head, nudging her suit jacket out of the way and pressing his mouth to the silk of her blouse over her nipple. Her hands came round to the silky hair at the base of his neck and she pulled him closer to her breast until he latched on fiercely and sucked, the silk of her blouse and her bra no impediment to the sharp tug of pleasure he was inflicting.
     
    Her breast underneath the silk was full and soft as he sucked it, dampening the material. Very nice. With one hand buried in her wet pussy, learning the feel