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gorgeous stranger who made her cunt drip and her nipples throb? Would she never see him again? Never explore her other erotic dreams?
    Her appetite gone, she forced herself to eat a sandwich at the coffee shop off the lobby then made a supreme effort to discipline herself to work throughout the afternoon. All she wanted was to close up her computer, go home and fall into a bottle of wine.
    The elevators were jammed again at quitting time, adding to her feeling of agitation. And when she emerged into the street—holy hell! It was raining again. She popped open her umbrella, turned towards the black painted door and gasped.
    There it was! The heavy oak door with the discreet sign, Interlude, above it.
    Ohmigod!
    Butterflies dancing in her stomach, she pulled open the door and stepped into the familiar atmosphere of the previous evening. Low lights. Soft music from hidden speaker. And the high-backed booths with the heavy curtains that could be closed. Had she stepped into another time dimension?
    Her eyes automatically went to the booth in the farthest corner, and there he was. Just as sexy and gorgeous as she remembered him. He smiled and waved to her. Immediately, liquid soaked her crotch and her nipples tingled.
    She made her way to the booth on shaky legs.
    “I was afraid you might not make it,” he told her, standing as she approached.
    She shook her head as if trying to clear it. “Mark, I have to tell you. I’m completely confused. I came into this place at noon today, and it was completely different. It didn’t even have the same name. I don’t understand.”
    “You must be mistaken,” he told her, smiling. “You couldn’t get in here at noon. This place doesn’t open until five.”
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    Lisa frowned. “Are you sure?”
    Mark laughed. “Sweetheart, I’m positive.”
    “Well,” a deep voice said behind her. “I’m glad you stopped in again tonight. Mark and I were hoping you would. What with the rain and all.”
    Lisa whirled to see Damon standing right behind her.
    “Oh! You startled me.”
    “Sorry.” Unexpectedly, he bent his head and kissed the spot behind her ear then nipped at her earlobe.
    At the same time, Mark reached out and tugged her blouse from her skirt, slipping his hand beneath to cup a breast. “We thought we’d show you the private room tonight.”
    She knew she should back away, move away, no, run away, but she was caught in an erotic web, and her feet just wouldn’t move.
    “But where is it?” she asked, heat flashing through her as Mark rubbed her nipple through the lace of her bra.
    “Right over here.” Mark pointed with his other hand, and she saw a door tucked behind the bar. She could have sworn it hadn’t been there the night before. “But first we have to get rid of these clothes.”
    She jerked her gaze back to him. “Right here? In front of everyone?”
    “Of course,” Damon answered. “That’s part of the fun.”
    Lisa glanced around the room and saw curtains pulled back at the other booths and people watching her with avid curiosity.
    As Mark spoke to her, he and Damon deftly divested her of her clothing, slipping her blouse from her shoulders, unzipping her skirt and letting it pool at her feet. Damon reached around to unclasp her bra in the front as Mark worked her pantyhose and panties down to pull them away with her skirt. In seconds, she was naked, and Mark led her to the centre of the bar.
    “Last look,” he told everyone. “We’re introducing her to the private room tonight.”
    “Give us one glimpse of her cunt,” a man said. “One look before you take her away.”
    Mark stooped, placed his arms beneath her knees and raised her so her legs were splayed wide. He walked slowly from one end of the row of booths to the other.
    Lisa couldn’t remember the last time she had been this aroused, this hot. Strangers eyed her naked body, and it turned her on so