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hard. His belly slapped against her ass and her breasts bounced as she braced herself against the window, reveling in his complete possession of her. Her insides spasmed and he groaned . . . so she deliberately tightened her inner muscles and thrust back against him again.
    “God, you’re hot!” he muttered.
    One hand left her hip to slide over her belly and cup a swinging breast. He tugged at the edge of her stretchy velvet tank until she spilled over the neckline of the top and filled his hand. After a quick squeeze he focused on the nipple and pumped his hips harder . . . faster . . . harder. He slid his other hand low over her belly until his fingers landed on her clit and she went off in his arms.
    Every muscle in her body tensed and a scream ripped from her throat, his guttural grunt of release mixing with hers.
     
     
    V al fought to get his breath back, the sporadic spasming of Samair’s cunt still massaging his softening cock and making his knees weak. Christ, that felt good!
    His head fell forward to rest between her shoulder blades. The fact that she was still trembling in his arms and panting herself made him feel ten feet tall. This young, adventurous, wild thing was just what he needed after a marriage to a cold-hearted bitch who had gotten off on using his dick to control him.
    In this new arrangement with Samair Jones, he was definitely the more experienced of the two, and he liked it that way.
    “Val?”
    The softly spoken query caused him to straighten up sharply. “Right here, babe.” He stifled a groan as he pulled away from her soft warmth.
    When she didn’t speak again he cupped her shoulders and pulled her up and back against his chest. She really was something. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek, heard her sigh as she snuggled back against him and they both looked out over the crowd through the window.
    That was when he saw Vera.
    What the fuck was his ex-wife doing there?

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    A nger rushed through him and he bit back a curse.
    Samair must’ve sensed his abrupt mood change because she stiffened and pulled out of his arms. “Is there a washroom in here?”
    He pointed to the far corner and she headed in that direction without looking at him. When she was gone he strode to the little bar, grabbed a cocktail napkin and got rid of the condom. He washed his hands in the bar sink and tamped down his emotions. Up until a minute ago, he’d almost forgotten about his problems.
    Samair came back into the room and leaned on the bar top, a sparkle in her eye. “So, Val, what next?”
    He blinked.
    He loved her straightforwardness. Game playing wasn’t anything he was interested in outside the bedroom, and it seemed they were on the same wavelength. “You tell me.”
    “I haven’t decided on my next fantasy yet, but I can tell you one thing: I don’t want it to happen in this club again.”
    He chuckled with her. It was great to be able to talk so openly with a woman. She made him feel almost . . . lighthearted. “You don’t like my club?”
    “I love your club.” She shrugged and her breasts jiggled slightly. He really should’ve paid more attention to those breasts when he had the chance. “But I can never be—I think I’ve just decided what my next fantasy is, and I really don’t think this is the place for it.”
    “You going to tell me what it is?”
    Little white teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, making him want to run his tongue over it soothingly. She saw where he was looking and her eyes sparkled. “No. I think the surprise should be part of the fantasy. I get to plan it all. You just need to provide a private place for it to happen, and go with it when I begin.”
    That piqued his interest.
    But he really needed to get out on the floor and find out what the hell Vera was doing there. He pulled a business card from his pocket, wrote his private cell phone number on the back, and handed it to her. “Call me when you’re ready. I’ll make it happen. For now, I