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mind how he was
handling her.
    Or that she liked it.
    He released her mouth. His grip remained tight on her neck. “Now tell me if you’ve ever had a fucking orgasm.”
    Eye lids flying open, she met his penetrating gaze.
    She couldn’t deny her response. Her body practically
vibrated from wanting him. Her nipples were hard. The fabric of the black thong
she wore damp. She’d never been this turned-on, and he’d barely touched her.
    After sending the email this morning, she’d promised she’d
to go unabashedly for what she wanted. Come hell or high water. And his little
experiment was exactly what she’d meant when she’d said she wanted to be handled. Only she hadn’t known it.
    She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
    The corners of his mouth softened. “If you’re not sure, then
you haven’t.”
    She squared her shoulders, tilting her chin. She knew it was
pathetic she’d never had an orgasm, but at least she was doing something about
it. And the last thing she wanted was for him to feel sorry for her.
    He leaned in close and flicked his tongue along her bottom
lip. “Trust me, Abby. I find everything about you sexy as hell.”
    Her chest squeezed and she wanted to throw her arms around
him in gratitude.
    The waiter chose that moment take to their dinner orders,
but Lukas sent him away since their menus still lay unopened on the table. When
he picked up the cream-colored menu and handed it to her, she swallowed, trying
to work some moisture into her dry throat. “I don’t think I can eat.”
    The wicked smile he bestowed on her made her blood race. “You’d better. You’re going to need your strength.”
    “Oh.” She bent her head to study the entrée selections with
elaborate concentration but little interest. She decided on the first pasta
dish she saw that didn’t have long noodles she’d have to slurp into her mouth.
    The server returned, and after they placed dinner orders,
Lukas returned his attention back on her. “Have you ever tried to get yourself
off?”
    Still embarrassed by this personal line of questioning, she
shrugged.
    “That’s not an answer.”
    “Fine! A few times, but it didn’t work.”
    His hand slipped onto her bare knee and she jumped in
surprise. With his thumb stroking the inside of her leg, he asked, “What did
you do?”
    “What do you mean?” His hand moved higher and she pressed
her thighs together.
    He nipped her earlobe. “Did you rub your clit?”
    His hand moved higher, skimming along her sensitive skin. Palm gripping the curve of her thigh, she clenched her muscles tighter, but he
was too strong.
    “Open.” It wasn’t a request.
    She complied, and he lifted her leg, sliding it onto his
lap. The position left her open and vulnerable. She went hot all over. Shallow
breaths were all she could manage as his fingers came to rest so high on her
inner thigh he touched the seam of her panties.
    His tongue ran along the edge of her earlobe. “Tell me.”
    “I think so.” Between the heat of his palm and the slow
stroke of his fingers, her eyelids drooped.
    “Get up and go the bathroom and take off your panties.”
    Her lids flew open. “Excuse me?”
    “You heard me, and when you get back to the table, hand them
over.”
    A rush of heat, panic and anticipation raced through her. She stared up at him with incredulity.
    He chuckled. “I think it’s time we got started on that
orgasm.”

Chapter Five
     
    Gaze trained on the bathroom door, Lukas drank his wine and
contemplated his ability to make it through dinner. Somehow he didn’t quite
think getting fucked on the table in full view was what Abby meant when she’d
put public sex on her list, but damned if he didn’t have the desire to do just
that.
    When was the last time he had wanted anyone this badly? And
how surprising it turned out to be Abby. Sure, he’d always found her funny and
smart, but he’d never have guessed she hid this wild streak. This mixture of
innocence, curiosity and sex