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the dresser, she pulled her dress up to her waist and he stepped closer, his gaze holding hers — brimming with pure alpha heat. He touched the egg to her belly, just above the waistband of her panties, and she shivered as the device started to hum very softly.
    “Feet wide apart,” he commanded softly.
    The assertive note to his voice made her melt deep inside, made her wet with desire, forcing her to admit just how much she loved this more sexually dominant side to Dean’s personality. She braced her stilettos apart, opening her legs and allowing him all the access he needed. She was already starting to pant, her anticipation so strong as she waited for the vibrator to make contact with her clit so she could come.
    He slipped his hand, and that thrilling orb, into her panties and along her smooth, bare mound. Her thighs were shaking by the time he reached her soft nether lips, her sex aching with need.
    “You’re already dripping wet,” he murmured, triumphant with the discovery. “You want to come, don’t you, baby girl?”
    She nodded jerkily as he let the vibrator brush across her clit like a flickering kiss. “Yes, please.” And what a lovely start to the evening that would be.
    He sighed in disappointment, and deliberately kept the caress of the toy light and fleeting, which only served to make her even more sensitive. “There’s that impatience again,” he said, reminding her of times in the past when he’d chastised her for not having any restraint — for being greedy and wanting an orgasm now , instead of allowing the pleasure to build, which he preferred.
    Knowing that Dean always got his way, there was no doubt in her mind that he was going to tease and torment her with the orb, and keep her climax at bay until he decided he was ready to give it to her — both a thrilling and frustrating prospect.
    She gasped as he pushed the device inside her body and the oval object nestled right along her g-spot. The soft, pulsating sensation fluttered against the sensitive lining of her sheath, and even when Dean withdrew his hand and she was able to squeeze her legs together again, no amount of pressure could relieve the too elusive need for satisfaction, not unless he increase the speed of the vibrator.
    And the rogue knew it, too.
    She shoved her dress back down into place. Her body was cruising just below climaxing, like an itch begging to be scratch but was just beyond her reach. It made her nerve endings spark with heat, made her nipples tight and hard. She was tempted to touch herself and enjoy a quick orgasm — because if she didn’t, he was going to keep her completely distracted with his new toy.
    Reaching out a hand, she cupped the hard length of his cock straining against the fly of his pants, gratified to see that he was just as affected. Then an idea popped into her head. “How about a quick blow job in exchange for my orgasm before we leave?” It seemed like more than a fair trade to her.
    His gaze flickered with amusement. “Who knew you had such bartering skills?”
    She was beginning to feel a bit desperate with the faint strum of the vibrator taunting her with what her body craved. “I just know that I’m going to be on edge all night if you don’t let me come now, at least once.”
    He gave her a shameless smile. “That will make two of us, and just think how good it’s going to be when I finally do let you come.”
    “Bastard,” she said, meaning it in the most loving way possible. “I should make you wear your vibrating cock ring so you know what this feels like.”
    He chuckled. “Not gonna happen, sweetheart. Not tonight, anyways.”
    “Then how about I just give myself an orgasm,” she said, and slid her hand back under her dress so that she could press her fingers against her clit. Relief was only a few strokes away.
    He grabbed her wrist in a tight grip and jerked her hand away. “Don’t you dare,” he growled, his eyes turning a dark, threatening shade of slate.