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  Answering her prayers, his free hand began the slow trip past her belly button, under the thin triangle of lace, and found her already wet and slick, ready for everything he would give her before the night was through. His palm cupped her, one finger dipping between her folds. She arched her breasts into one hand, pressed her hips against the other. He tortured her with pleasure, building her desire higher, until she thought she'd scream.

  His mouth moved from her lips down to that sensitive spot behind her ear. "Come for me, sweetheart," he whispered and his soft plea pushed her over the peak into an explosive climax. Her muscles clenched around his long, thick finger as an orgasm rocked through her.

  She didn't even care if anyone walked outside, looked up, caught them; if anything, the idea excited her.

  She turned in his arms, her naked skin brushing against his suit, and reached up to hold his face in her hands.

  "I want you naked. Now."

  He groaned, and kissed her hard as she slipped her hands under his jacket and pushed it off to fall on top of her dress. She undid the buttons of his crisp, white shirt, and popped his cufflinks off, her hands eager to run across the wide, smooth expanse of his chest, over his strong shoulders, down to his hips, then back up his well-muscled back.

  "And then," she said, "I want you inside me."

  "There is a God," he said, then groaned as she pulled his shirt off and pressed a hot kiss to his solar plexus.

  "More," she said, undoing his slacks. She wouldn't be satisfied until all of Ty's perfection was laid bare before her.

  "Looks like I just have to take care of one last thing," she said, looking at his boxer shorts.

  She loved the way his cock was pushing toward her through the thin cotton, loved how close she was to having what she wanted, what she'd literally dreamed of.

  "One very important thing," Ty said, and she laughed.

  Sex and laughter had never been partners in her experience with men; even with Ty on grad night she'd mostly felt awe, fear, excitement, and arousal.

  She didn't remember joy bubbling up from an endless fountain.

  Still smiling, she gently pulled the waistband of his boxers over his erection. Sweet Lord, he was big.

  And oh so beautiful.

  Her memory hadn't even come close to the magnificent reality.

  Ty's cock was a masterpiece.

  She wrapped her fingers around him, sliding her hand up and down the thick, heated length. Ty's thigh muscles tensed.

  "Don't get me wrong, honey, what you're doing right now is way up there on my list. But--"

  She loosened her grip on his throbbing erection. As much fun as it would have been to know that she had the power to make him come, she didn't want to lose the chance to take him inside her.

  "Please tell me you have a condom on you," she said. If ever there was a time for Ty to live up to his reputation as a lady-killer of epic proportions, it was now. She hadn't brought one, of course, because that would have meant admitting to herself that she intended to have sex with him.

  Ty bent down and pulled one out of his inside jacket pocket. In a flash, he'd ripped open the package and slid it onto his shaft.

  Looking at the six-plus feet of raw power standing before her, Julie lost her breath. She forgot all about celebrity exposes, forgot about the job she was supposed to be doing tonight, forgot anything but her need to be held by him.

  "Here?" he asked. "Against the rail?"

  She looked up from his huge, attention-grabbing erection into his eyes.

  "Right here."

  "Put your arms around my neck," he directed, and she was one step ahead of him, wrapping her legs around his hips too. She loved the way he supported her weight, cupped her flesh in his hands.

  "I won't let you fall," he promised.

  "I know."

  She opened up to him, taking the tip of his dick inside. She was so wet, so ready for him, in a way that she'd never been for any other man. His muscles tightened as he held her in place on the tip of his shaft. Julie was glad for his endless weight training, his long, hard workouts. No other man could have held her captive like this, on the verge of swallowing him whole.

  But Ty could. And she loved it.

  "Do you want to hear me beg?" he asked, his words holding an edge she hadn't heard before. Gone was the charming rogue. In its place was the warrior who knew the limits to his restraint and was issuing a sensual warning.

  She couldn't be so cruel, so she took him in another inch.

  Then all hell broke loose.

  His hips pushed into hers, and she couldn't resist taking everything he offered, every last ounce of pleasure. She clung greedily to him as he pushed her back into the balcony's railing and pounded deep into her, then deeper still.

  His name was on her lips as she began climbing again, higher and higher, loving the way his dick grew bigger and harder with every stroke.

  He used his hands to pivot her hips up and down and rock her clitoris against his pelvic bone. It was good, so good.

  "Ty!" she whispered frantically, wanting to scream with pleasure.

  "I'm right there with you, sweetheart."

  From deep inside her, her climax exploded, her muscles clenching Ty's erection.

  His shout was muffled by her hair as he plunged into her one final time, protecting her from the metal railing with his knuckles.

  Even through the thick haze of her own orgasm, she loved the way his cock pulsed into her. A part of her mourned the thin separation of the condom

  between them.

  She'd never experienced anything so wonderful in all her life. But as sanity returned, she knew that this one time was all she could risk. No matter how much she yearned otherwise.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Julie blew his mind. Every time he touched her, she went off like a rocket.

  Besides tonight, there was only one other time he'd reacted so strongly. Back in high school, where Julie had been the hottest thing for miles.

  Now he watched her silhouetted against the rising moon, naked and more beautiful than anyone or anything he'd ever seen. An array of emotions moved swiftly across her face.

  She didn't think he knew her, but he did. And right about now she was ripe for regret.

  Screw regret. Any two people who enjoyed each other as much as they just had owed it to themselves to do it again. And again.

  He figured their luck-o-meter on not getting caught was just about running out, so he pushed down the desire to take her again on the chaise lounge ten feet away. Besides, he'd be more convincing in his arguments to keep doing it like bunnies if she thought he was concerned about propriety.

  The two of them getting caught, naked, up on the balcony, wouldn't be great for either of their careers.

  He bent down to pick up her dress. "Turn around and step into it," he said, holding it up in front of her incredible curves. "I'll zip it up."

  She blinked at him a couple of times before following his instructions. She stiffened as his finger moved up her spine, then played at the nape of her neck while he re-did the intricate ties and clasps that held her dress in place.

  When she turned back around Ty was caught, yet again, by her incredible beauty. While her dress was oh-so-proper, her hair was wild, pouring sexily over her shoulders. She looked like a well-fucked woman.

  "Is my dress ripped? Oh God, we're never going to get away with this are we?" Worry was imprinted between her eyes, around her lips.

  "You look great, your dress looks fine, and no one will have a clue about what we've been doing up here," he said as he began putting on his own clothes. Then he grinned. "No one except us."

  She moved away but not before he saw her eyes flash with desire, the primal satisfaction that she couldn't hide.

  "Speaking of us," she began, and he held out his cuffs to cut her off at the pass.

  "Could you help me over here?"

  Reflexively she returned to his side and while she was busy putting his cuff
links back on, he started spinning.

  "You're an incredible lover, Julie," he began and she nearly dropped the Outlaw logo pin she was working on to the floor.

  "Please, Ty, let's just pretend this never happened."

  "Tell me the truth," he coaxed, hoping he was playing this right. "Do you really want to do that?"

  She opened her mouth, almost spoke, then licked her lips. Watching the tip of her tongue move across the sexy curve of her upper lip made him rock hard all over again.

  "I'm not going to lie," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. "What we just did was great. Really, really great. But we both know we shouldn't do it again. Never, ever again."

  Yet something in her voice, in the way her fingers brushed against his wrists as she straightened the edges of his sleeves, made him wonder if she secretly wanted him to talk her into continuing where they'd just left off.

  "Okay, now I'll tell you the truth as I see it."

  She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide.

  "There's fire between us. You and me, we're good together."

  She shook her head, pulled away from him, and he reached for her hand. Held her close.

  "There's no point in denying it. We have chemistry. And whether we like it or not, I don't think it's going to do either of us any good to try and ignore the sparks between us."

  Julie took a deep breath, her eyes trained on their hands. "I just don't see how this could work."

  He had to convince her once and for all to throw caution to the wind and have a damn good time with him.

  "Look at it this way: We've got almost two weeks together, all day every day. I'm already in your house; you're my date for every event. I think we're both strong enough to enjoy what we want without it screwing ourselves up permanently, don't you?"

  He knew she couldn't admit that she wouldn't be able to handle a sex-only relationship with him.

  "Maybe," she conceded.

  He smiled in anticipation of pleasure to come.

  "On one condition," she said.

  He nodded, knowing what she was going to say. "No strings attached. That's a given."

  Something in her eyes gave him pause, made him wonder if he should have kept his big mouth shut. Especially since he wasn't even sure he meant what he'd just said.

  "Of course there won't be any strings attached," she finally said, waving away his words as if they didn't matter one bit. "But I was going to say that I can only do this if you agree to keep our after-hours relationship completely secret."

  He felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

  Shit. Why did he care if she didn't want anyone to know they were doing each other? It wasn't like they were dating; they were just going to be having sex. Lots and lots of mind-blowing sex.

  Why did he care if all these years later, she was still ashamed of who he was? If she thought he was just a new-money piece of flash who just happened to know how to rock her world?

  After all, they were both going to take what they wanted and then go their separate ways.

  "I wouldn't have it any other way," he agreed.

  Together, silently, they left the balcony, walked back through the sex chamber, and headed back downstairs to the party.

  Great, Ty thought. He'd gotten what he wanted.

  So why wasn't he happier?

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  By the time the party wound down, Julie was a basket case.

  If she'd thought one taste of perfect lovemaking would see her through the rest of her days, she was dead wrong. It wouldn't even see her through the evening. She'd been watching the clock all night, desperate to be alone with Ty again. In her house, in her bed, for as long as she pleased.

  But what really upset her was the way "No strings attached. That's a given," kept playing over and over in her head like a skipping CD.

  "I'm done being a show dog," Ty told her at last, and they went to find their host.

  "Had a great time tonight," he said to Gordon. "Thanks for the invite."

  "I'm so glad you could be here tonight, Ty. And thank you for bringing your very lovely companion."

  Gordon might as well have called her skanky, the way lovely sounded coming out of his mouth. Her mind flashed back to his sex room and she barely contained her revulsion.

  "I had a wonderful time as well," she said, shaking his dry, bony palm.

  "I know you did," he said.

  What a weird response.

  Ty extricated her hand from Gordon's grasp by leading her toward the front door.

  "Most days, I love my job," he said for her ears only.

  She nodded, knowing exactly what he was getting at. "Me too."

  As Ty alerted his driver via cell phone that they were ready to leave, she looked back up at the house. The tower's balcony, mostly hidden by oak trees, would forever be a wonderful memory.

  They slid into the limo and she said, "You were fantastic tonight."

  One corner of his mouth quirked up and his eyes gleamed wickedly. "Glad you thought so."

  "I was talking about how you interacted with the guests."

  "Sure you were."

  She laughed, glad she could finally let herself enjoy being with him. Not only was Ty sexy, but he was fun. And surprisingly quick.

  She lowered her voice so his driver, Jose, couldn't hear them. "You know how fantastic you were up on the roof."

  "Tell me more," he said and she looked pointedly at the front seat.

  He pressed a button on the armrest and the glass divider between the front and back seats slid closed. The faint buzz of the talk radio station Jose was listening to disappeared.

  "Trust me, he can't hear us."

  She shifted as far away from Ty as her seat belt allowed. "I can't ... do anything. Not while he's still here."

  Ty relaxed back into his leather seat and she marveled at how nothing seemed to faze him. Here she was burning up with desire, wondering how she was possibly going to make it through the entire drive home without climbing on Ty's lap and riding him like a cowgirl, and he looked completely relaxed.

  "He can't read lips," Ty said.

  Her brain was a step behind her hormones. "I don't get it." Then she blushed. "Oh!"

  He grinned again, the lazy look of a cat who has already gotten the cream. And wouldn't mind the cherry on top for dessert.

  "I'm happy to get us started," he offered and she tried to focus on something other than his perfect mouth, his big, strong hands, the telltale bulge in his pants.

  "Go ahead. I can't stop you." She'd be sorely disappointed now if they didn't see this game through to its inevitably sexy outcome.

  "I wish you hadn't worn that outfit tonight."

  "Why?"

  "Covering up all that gorgeousness. It felt like you were punishing me."

  She blushed again. That was exactly what she'd intended to do.

  "But that was before I realized how hot it would be to unwrap you."

  Julie clenched her thighs together as wet warmth seeped from her core. Her mouth had gone dry and her heart was racing.

  "Your turn," Ty said.

  She clamped her lips together. Shook her head. "I don't know how."

  But he was persuasive. "The more I know about what makes you feel good, the better I can make you feel."

  She practically had an orgasm right then and there.

  "Tell me what you liked," he urged. Everything. But she couldn't tell him that. So then why were the words "I liked everything" bouncing around the limo?

  He didn't smile now, just sat there with every muscle tensed.

  For the first time, Julie realized she could be in control. If she forgot about being the perfect lady and gave in to her sexuality, she could turn this game around, pin Ty in a corner of desire.

  "Tell me what I should have done differently," he said.

  She inhaled deeply, taking in the musky scent of their lovemaking, the hint of cedar and spice that would always make her think of him.

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nbsp; "Nothing."

  His voice was soft. "Then tell me what to do next."

  She couldn't have formed words if there was a gun to her head.

  "Tell me what you want me to do when we get back to your house, when we're all alone again. Just you and me."

  He was doing it again, taking control of her mind, her entire body, and it was so hard for her to remember that she could have the same kind of power over him.

  She shifted so that the hem of her dress rose up her thigh several inches. She played with the pearls at her neck to focus Ty's attention on her breasts and throw him off just as much as he'd thrown her.

  "I want to take a bath."

  A small muscle jumped in his jaw. Julie held back a victorious smile. "Together."

  He shifted uncomfortably, betraying his pent-up sexual energy.

  Something wild and new bloomed into life within Julie's chest. For the first time ever, she had free reign to create and express her sexual fantasies. Nothing would shock Ty--yet she didn't feel like she needed to be kinky to impress him, either.

  She could just be herself.

  Ty obviously had faith in her unleashed sensuality, and if she did exactly what she wanted to really do, the next two weeks with Ty could be a little scary.

  And incredibly exciting.

  "Tell me more," he begged.

  "Patience is a virtue," she teased. "Especially when it comes to pleasure."

  He spread his legs, revealing his arousal. "I haven't wanted to play with myself this bad since I was a kid."

  "Do you want me to stop?" she asked, hiding a smile.

  "Hell no!"

  "Good. Because before we bathe, you're going to take off your clothes while I watch. Don't forget to flex a little, show off for me."

  "Will do," he murmured.

  "Do you want to know what would really turn me on?"

  "More than anything."

  "I want you to get into the tub first. I want to know you're waiting for me, hard and ready, while I slowly undress."

  He swallowed hard and she wanted to press a kiss to his Adam's apple, wanted to run her tongue over every inch of his body.

  "And then what?"

  She closed her eyes, laid her head back against the leather headrest. "And then I'm going to sink down on your cock and fuck your brains out."

  She could hear his rapid breathing, which matched hers. Her pulse was jumping and she was this close to forgetting about his driver having a front-seat view to their sex show. The slightest touch from Ty and she was going to explode.