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twitching. He pressed through her jeans, welcoming the dampness that seeped through.
                  “You look quite handsome tonight,” Mia gasped, her heavy eyes drifting up to catch his gaze. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you frequented these places often.”
                  “I told you I own more than suits,” He said, not letting up his deep grind at her clit through her pants.
                  “I didn’t know you’d look this good,” She admitted.
                  “Would you expect anything less of me, love?”
                  Benson Ward was a cocky man, and she was at his will. With his fingers teasing at her she let a simple, “Never” slip through her lips. Mia didn’t flinch as he coyly unbuttoned her jeans and slipped his hand under, expertly finding her slick sex. He inched closer and rested his head against her collarbone, his fingers slowly plunging in and out of her, stopping when he felt her teeter on an orgasm.
                  “What do you want from me?” Mia finally managed to ask, her breath hard against him.
                  “To touch you like you’ve never been touched. To fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. I want ravage you, and then take you some more. You’re an illness I’m not sure I want to rid myself of, sweet Mia,” Benson admitted honestly.
                  “Until you grow tired of me,” She strained.
                  His fingers did not stop inside her, “You said yourself earlier, I’m not a man who indulges in romance. I want you, Mia, and I will have you. Over and over again.”
                  “What if I want more than an orgasm?”
                  “I’ll give you twenty and then we’ll reconsider,” He spoke through his teeth. There was no time like the moment to press against her g-spot, flicking his fingers only a few times before she bit her lip and shuttered into an orgasm. “You know there is something wonderful between us. Don’t think about anything other than letting me please you.”
                  She shook with another orgasm, cursing the man for being so skilled with his fingers. Benson nibbled on her ear and continued to speak, his voice hoarse, “We’re in a crowded room, and I’m making you come. Mia, do you know how hard that makes me?”
                  Without asking permission, Mia extended a hand and stroked his pulsating cock through his jeans. Benson strained against her, a rough groan tumbling out of his mouth and into the depths of her soul. She couldn’t deny the wonderful whirl of electric sex that coated them. She couldn’t deny the fact that she thought about Benson Ward nearly every second of every day. She couldn’t deny how he gave her orgasms that made her head explode into a thousand colorful pieces of confetti.
                  “I need to have you, Mia,” He confessed. “I need to have you, now.”
                  She shook her head and sunk into another orgasm, “I’m not leaving until they’re done with their set.”
                  Benson shot a look at the stage, then back at Mia. She was flush with passion. Her plump lips were beckoning for his kiss, “I don’t think you understand. I need you now.”
                  Defiant, she squeezed his member through his pants, “It’ll be better later. Delayed gratification.”
                  Benson’s muscles tightened, “You don’t give the orders.”
                  “If you want to have a chance of fucking me, Benson, you’ll wait thirty goddamn minutes. Don’t you see that this is important to me?”
                  He’d made her angry. If her furrowed brows and huffs of irritation weren’t enough indication of that, he’d definitely be able to gauge her frustration as she pulled his hand