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    I pressed my knees together as the memory of yesterday swept through my body again. I wanted him and I wanted him to do it again. How was I supposed to play nice society date when my panties were getting damp just from sitting next to him?
    The lights went down and the film did not help distract me. All of Ariadne Wood’s books have a sexual undercurrent, even the ones supposedly written for teenagers. Midnight was about a girl who dreamed about an angel coming to rescue her from her cruel existence at a remote boarding school for girls—and those dreams were intensely erotic, at least as depicted in the film. But when she is convinced to open her window in the middle of the night looking for her angel, it is of course a vampire who has been sending her the dreams, a monster who then ravages her.
    Or perhaps ravishes her. With gorgeous cinematography, of course, filmed in loving detail. I know it wasn’t intended to be interpreted as an actual sex scene—right?—but I couldn’t help but see it that way. The slow-motion close-up of his teeth against her skin in the moment before the bite gave me flashbacks to Mal’s mouth on my breast and the hungry way he had wrung every ounce of pleasure from me.
    I squirmed, wanting to escape to the ladies’ room but unwilling to make a scene. So I sat there in the dark, awash in desire, intensely aware of the scent of leather from the man beside me and wishing I could climb into his lap.

Chapter Three
Inside
MAL
    I have never seen a pornographic film while in formal wear in a crowded theater, but the experience of watching Midnight was very nearly that for myriad reasons. I wondered if the director was a closet kinkster or if it was merely my reaction to the scenes, perhaps to my adolescent memories of reading the book and masturbating furiously.
    At first I chided my imagination for tricking me into thinking Gwen Hamilton was also finding the film arousing. Her bosom heaved enticingly, the hint of cleavage that showed beyond the edge of her dress far more erotic to me than the projections on the screen. I warned myself that reading too much into a woman’s signals had gotten me into trouble before. But then she gripped my arm during the ravishment scene, her nails digging into me. Was it my imagination after all? Even if it was, the scene was so rapturous that the sensation of her nails against my skin transformed from pain to pleasure.
    By the time the credits rolled, I was painfully hard. As such, I was not going to be very polite company. The moment the final applause died down, I stood.
    “Coming to the after-party?” Axel asked.
    “I think not. I’ve…had enough glitz and glamor for one evening.”
    To my surprise, Gwen said quickly, “Me too. Ricki, you and Axel go on to the party. I’ll have Riggs drop Mal off and then take me home.”
    “If you’re sure?” Ricki asked, glancing around at the three of us. Everyone seemed to be on the same page. “All right. See you at home.”
    Hence, far sooner than I had thought possible, we were ensconced in the spacious, quiet back of the car, out of the public eye. That in itself was a relief. Gwen’s driver had engaged the privacy screen. Now I only had to keep up my manners for one.
    “Ms. Hamilton, thank you for the gracious offer of a ride home. I truly appreciate it.”
    “Don’t mention it. I’d had about enough of the spotlight for one night. Whew.” She crossed her legs, her thighs looking creamy white in contrast to her fiery red dress. I curled my fingers against my own thigh, trying to curtail the desire to reach out for that flesh, to pull her toward me and ravish her like something from my fantasies. Or like something from last night, for that matter. I scolded myself. Down. Just because this woman is beside you doesn’t mean you can put your cock in her.
    That girl from last night, though, I found myself wishing she were sitting beside me. A woman I could command to straddle me, to use her body to