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drink.” Best to be bold about it.
    “What are you here for?”
    She smiled. “You didn’t invite me here to listen to you play.”
    “Didn’t I?”
    “Did you?” He hadn’t actually said. She couldn’t believe his restraint. He just sat there so casually, playing his music, when she barely refrained from throwing herself at him. Her body was wound tighter than the strings beneath his fingers. How could she have been so wrong about the situation? He didn’t want her. Her cheeks flamed. Of course he didn’t. He was perfect, not an imposter like she was. He’d rejected her and brought back her insecurities –he could probably smell them all over her like a cloying perfume. Get out! Leave before he spells it out for you.
    “I shouldn’t have come. Have a great night and a nice life, Malcolm.” She turned and walked away.
    “Jayne.”
    The way he said her name, forceful, a command, solidified her legs and rooted her feet in place. She heard the strings of his guitar thrum, and then a second later felt him stand close behind her. She shivered against his heat.
    “That’s a nice dress. Take it off.”
    Relief and lust mingled and slammed through her with the force of a hurricane. She reached behind her, grasping for the zipper. He captured her hand and turned her around holding her hand behind her back, and pulled her to him. Slowly, he dragged her hand down, undoing her dress.
    She felt his erection, long and hard, and closed her eyes so he wouldn’t see them rolling back in her head. She was supposed to be in control, but here she was, no better than his puppet. Something about his voice compelled her to do what he said.
    But she had a free hand and a shred of self-control left. She smiled.
     
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    Her minxy little grin almost did him in. Locked in his arms again, hand trapped behind her back, pressed against him and she fucking grinned . Oh, she was a wicked one. The all-consuming need to fuck her lost to his curiosity. What would she do if he let her have control for a moment?
    She leaned forward, kissed his neck, and licked it. Her tongue felt hot enough to burn him. Leaning his head back so she had better access, he decided he liked when she had a little slack. Her trapped hand eased down so the back of his hand grazed the curve of her ass, touching it but not grasping it like he wanted.
    Her other hand trailed over his chest, and down his abs, slow enough to drive him crazy. When she finally touched his dick through his jeans, he released her fingers and seized her ass in both of his hands, kneading and squeezing it, reveling in its size and shape.
    It was curvy and luscious, but it wasn’t enough. He bent to her height, and stopped a fraction of an inch away from her mouth. She paused, and he felt her breath hitch. He was winning.
    It took no effort at all to tip her head back, her body pliant and willing, as he kissed her throat and trailed his fingertips down her collarbone to her breast. He deliberately avoided the nipple and worked his way back up, lightly slipping the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She smelled amazing, sweet and delicate.
    Her dress fell down, and he gathered her in his arms, one hand below her ass, the other around her back, and pulled her up to him, her head level with his, and kissed her while her feet were suspended in the air.
    He moved softly at first, exploring her lips with his own, leading the action and feeling her mirror him. He increased the speed and depth, darting his tongue inside her mouth. She gasped and grabbed at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, using her tongue to draw his further inside.
    He ran his hands over her ass, now only covered by a tiny pair of silky panties, and bit her bottom lip. She moaned in his mouth and pressed tighter to him, driving her tongue inside his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing against his crotch, unleashing a sharp pleasure through him.
    Two could play at that game. He gently sucked her