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her.
    "Look, just pretend you're doing it and I'll go along, then we can get out of here."
    "I, uh . . ."
    "You can try to explain to them instead."
    Melissa glanced around at all the hungry faces, waiting for her to do something. She could stammer her way out
    of here, or run out and look like a complete idiot. How could she stay here the rest of the weekend if she did
    that? She didn't want to look like a fool.
    He took her hand and drew her forward, then stroked her hair.
    "Use your hair to hide what you're doing. It'll look totally natural."
    She nodded, then crouched down in front of him. She dragged her nail down the line of his zipper so it sounded
    like she'd unzipped it. She leaned forward and pretended to take his member out.
    Unfortunately, a part of her wanted to do it for real. She could imagine sliding her hand into his fly and wrapping
    her fingers around his smooth flesh, the iron rod cushioned by the kid-leather skin solid within her grasp. She
    curled her hands, one over the other, holding his imaginary erection. She bobbed her head up and down,
    imagining the heat of it in her mouth, her lips gliding over his hot, hard flesh. She could feel his growing bulge
    beneath her lower hand and her vagina clenched.
    Would he mind if she drew him out for real, if she sucked his long, hard cock deep into her mouth? She bobbed
    up and down and he groaned, acting the part of a man receiving a great blow job.
    Oh, man, she wanted him in her mouth. His fingers stroked around her head, caressing the back of her neck. He
    groaned, then jerked a little, pretending to climax.
    Ty could barely hold himself back, the thought of her lovely, rose lips pulsing over his cock so enticing he nearly
    lost it then and there. But he held back. He strategical y thrust his left hand out, knocking over her drink. He
    palmed a little of the white foam as she pretended to zip him up again. The feel of her fingernail gliding up his
    zipper brought him close to the edge again. As she sat up, he curled his right hand around her head and brought
    her face to his for a kiss. Her lips tasted as sweet as he thought they would. She stared at him, seeming a little
    dazed. He was sure she was as affected by the pretense as he was. He stroked her cheek with his other hand,
    smearing a little of the foam from his palm onto her lips and chin.
    It looked exactly like evidence that she'd brought him to climax.
    The crowd cheered louder. The sight of the white foam on her delicate lips, like semen, made Ty even harder. He
    dragged her into his arms and kissed her soundly, licking the semen—uh, foam—from her mouth, then thrusting
    his tongue between her lips. Her tongue curled over his, then stroked his lips. He drew back and stared into her
    eyes, astounded by the deep longing he saw there.

Chapter 4
    GOOD GOD, TY WANTED TO DRAG HER AWAY AND MAKE WILD, passionate love to her right now. He drew her
    from the chair and planted her in front of him, then leaned close to her ear.
    "Stay in front of me," he cautioned. "They'll wonder at the sight of my huge hard-on, after what you supposedly just did for me."
    She nodded and led the way from the room.
    Once in the hallway, Melissa lurched forward and raced for the outside door, adrenaline still flooding through
    her. He slowed, pul ing back on her hand, and she ricocheted into his arms and another heart-stopping kiss. His
    lips merged with hers—hot, full and masculine—passionately drawing her into a sweet haze of longing. She
    melted against him, succumbing to the erotic deluge. Her arms slipped over his broad shoulders and around his
    neck.
    She was so turned on. More than she'd ever been. And this man—so convenient . . . so available.
    But no, it was more than that. There was something about this man, something that drew her passions like the
    moon drew the tides. From the very first moment she'd laid eyes on him, she'd recognized it, even if she hadn't
    allowed herself to acknowledge it.
    Until now.