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home after I suck your cock in
the parking lot.”
    Jack closed his eyes. “Fuck. I love you so
much.”
    She laughed lightly, the sound morphing to a
moan when Jack’s thumb began rubbing her clit as his fingers fucked
her faster. Years of experimenting, of playing in public had taught
her to school her features, to still her body’s reactions, but damn
if Jack didn’t test her skills, push her limits every time. She was
so close, her orgasm hovering right there, on the brink.
    Jack pressed his lips to her cheek. To anyone
casually glancing around the room, they merely appeared to be
cuddling, her husband offering her an amorous kiss. Only she knew
that Jack had three fingers buried deep in her pussy, that his
teeth had latched on to her earlobe—the pressure of his nip sending
shards of pleasurable pain to all the right places—and that he was
whispering some of the hottest, dirtiest, kinkiest promises of what
he’d do to her later that she’d ever heard. The combination was
deadly.
    Emma closed her eyes and fought to calm her
shudders as her climax ripped through her. Jack’s fingers continued
to thrust, drawing out her orgasm, though he’d slowed the pace.
He’d become a master at reading her reactions, knowing exactly how
to drive her to the peak…and beyond.
    She’d only just begun to catch her bearings,
her senses returning, when her attention was drawn back to the show
onstage. Parker was kissing Becca—the scene beautiful, romantic.
Then Emma’s breath was taken away again.
    “Marry me,” Parker said to Becca as the crowd
gasped.
    * * * * *
     
    Shea lifted her head, peering down to the
stage as Travis fucked her from behind. They were watching the sex
show through the one-way mirror in his office, positioned a story
above and behind the stage. Her husband had taught her the beauty
of voyeurism, introduced her to the pleasures to be found in
watching others have sex, or at least Scoundrels’ oh-so-close
version of it.
    Tonight’s show had aroused both of them more
than usual. While it wasn’t as graphic as past performances, there
was something about the way Becca and Parker were baring
themselves—heart and soul—beneath the lights that spoke to Shea’s
romantic side. Travis had admitted feeling the same way a few
minutes earlier as he’d lifted her skirt and ripped off her
panties.
    Travis’s rhythm faltered for a moment as he
froze. “Did Parker just propose?”
    Shea nodded. “Yeah. I think he did.”
    “Holy shit. He just put Scoundrels on the
map.”
    Shea giggled, then wiggled away. “Always the
businessman. Way to kill the mood.”
    Travis shrugged good-naturedly before
frowning as she stood. “Where do you think you’re going,
angel?”
    She’d taken a few steps away, but his comment
stopped her in her tracks. Parker’s proposal had distracted her
until she watched her husband rise, his body tense and ready to
pounce, sent shivers down her spine.
    She loved the thrill of the chase, those
moments when she played hard to get and Travis captured her. Her
love of bodice rippers had begun back in high school and had molded
her desires. Luckily, her husband was everything she’d ever wanted
in a hero—sexy, commanding, kinky. She laughed at the thought. The
kink characteristic of her fantasy man hadn’t appeared until she’d
started working at Scoundrels and met Travis.
    She took another step away, her heart racing
with anticipation when Travis’ eyes narrowed. “I thought you’d lost
interest. Figured you’d want to go out and buy a plaque to hang on
the stage that said, ‘Parker Banks proposed here’ or
something.”
    Travis placed his hands on his hips, the
action drawing her attention back to his waist and his hard cock.
“Shea. Get back here.”
    Her smile grew as she shook her head. “No. I
don’t feel like it anymore.” Her tone was pure teasing, laced with
the challenge her husband had yet to refuse.
    Travis pointed to the coffee table. “Get back
where you