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“And you were fucking me so hard, so good. It made me crazy. I was screaming with each stroke.”

“Go on.” He wasn’t smiling anymore, just looking aroused.

“Well, by the time you came, everyone was coming. People in the crowd were moaning along with us. And you were reaching around underneath me, rubbing me
you know, there.”

“There,” he repeated, gently teasing her. Somehow, those intimate words came easier in her mind than from her throat, she discovered.

She grinned in reply. “Yes, there. And your hand, plus your orgasm, plus watching all the spectators come, made me come, too, really long and hard and satisfying, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

The fire in his eyes simmered to a smoldering heat, something quiet but ever so scorching. “Merde,” he breathed.

She flashed a vixen’s smile. “So, what’s your biggest fantasy?”

He grinned. “I already told you. Meetin’ a hot, sexy petite fille like you.”

She laughed. “You’ve totally corrupted me.”

His eyes narrowed playfully. “You love it.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “I do.”

He shook his head lightly and took a sip of his drink. “Darlin’, no one would ever guess that under that prim, pretty business suit—”

“There’s a garter belt and lace?”

He lifted his eyebrows in question, and in reply, she crossed her legs to one side, and slowly eased her skirt up to reveal the top of one stocking.

“You been wearin’ those all day?”

She nodded.

He leaned closer, clearly ready for more sexy banter. “Did they make you feel hot and sexy while you worked?”

She nodded again.

“Good.” Then he lowered his chin lightly. “I can’t wait to see everything under that skirt. And I’m so damn glad I’m the man who gets to go on this excitin’ little trip with you.”

She considered her new sexual journey over a long sip of her drink. “You know, I suppose there were hints of the sexual being inside me all along—I just didn’t recognize them. I mean, I wasn’t a total stick in the mud—I liked sex before this. I’d just never
had the kind of mind-numbing sex I had with you last night. I’d never
done it someplace where people might see. I’d never
talked dirty before.”

He grinned. “Why don’t you talk dirty to me some more right now? Why don’t you quit callin’ your pretty little pussy ‘there’ and call it exactly what it is for me.”

“And rush things?” she asked with a playful smile. “No, baby, I don’t think so. I think, just like last night, I want to stretch things out and make them last. I’ll talk dirty—dirtier than I did last night—when you make me want to.”

Damn, Jack thought when Liz rose from her chair and sashayed away to the bathroom. He watched the sexy sway of her ass and murmured under his breath, “What a woman.” He still couldn’t quite believe she was real. But he was sure as hell glad he’d done whatever he’d done to help unleash the sexual animal inside her.

Now, it was all he could do to sit here and finish his dessert. At the moment, he had no interest in food; all of his interest lay in getting her out of that suit so he could see the sexy lingerie she’d worn for him. He wanted to kiss those pretty breasts he’d gotten only a short taste of last night. He wanted to lick her lovely little pussy dry.

After that, he wanted to fall asleep in her arms, just like he had last night. In a strange way, that had been as good as the rest of what they’d shared—the perfect ending to a perfectly wild evening.

Fall asleep in her arms? Had he really just allowed himself to want that? He’d gone from pussy-licking to sleeping? Damn, he must be losing it. Or hell, maybe he was getting old—he wasn’t a young kid anymore, and good, hard fucking wore a guy out. So maybe it was natural for falling asleep with a woman to become part of sex now.

Even so, he shook his head. That explanation sounded ridiculous. Was ridiculous.

But he wasn’t going to let himself worry over something so minor. So he liked falling asleep with her. So he’d liked seeing her sleepy eyes first thing this morning. Big fucking deal. It meant nothing. This was just good, hot fun, nothing more.

By the time she returned from the bathroom, their check had arrived, so he asked her the question burning in his mind. “What now, chere?”

She looked primed and ready for action when she gave her head a provocative little tilt. “Why don’t we check out the action on Bourbon Street?”

Jack couldn’t wait to see what surprises the night held.

Chapter 4

They wandered through the growing crowds just as the evening began to come alive. Every night on Bourbon was a party—neon lights pointed the way into dance clubs and karaoke bars and sex shows and shops that sold colored beads and souvenirs. Every type of music, from rock to blues to Zydeco, could be heard spilling from open doorways. Daiquiri bars offered drinks to passersby who watched mimes and clowns on stilts meander the thoroughfare, which was closed off, admitting only pedestrian traffic.

Just as Liz had never been to this part of town in the daytime until her visit with Lynda, she’d certainly never been here after dark before meeting with Jack the previous night. It was as if a whole new world had opened to her. Jack held her hand as they wove through groups of people, some walking, some just standing around talking and drinking hurricanes or daiquiris or tall glasses of beer.

Although every sight and sound was entrancing, the places that drew Liz’s attention the most were the sex clubs. At the door of one establishment, a pretty girl in nothing but a pair of filmy panties and matching bra stood handing out coupons for discounted drinks inside. At another, the windows were shaded but offered strategically placed silhouettes of shapely girls, their curves smooth and bare—one dancing erotically, another gliding back and forth on a large swing. After

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