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smiles, not the pasted-on stretching of lips she used in board meetings.

“Thank you.” She tipped the wine to Simon, to Ford, sipped. Then she stood, glass in her hand. “I’m sorry, Simon.”

Shit. Ford pushed back his chair. She’d changed her mind. He’d have to win her trust all over again. Dammit. He shouldn’t have moved so fast. He should have fantasized with her, worked his way from drinks to dinner to her bed, like a normal relationship. Instead, he’d jumped on her fantasy, made her put on a show for him in a dressing room, then hadn’t even had the decency to let her wear panties tonight. But Christ, she was luscious in that corset.

“I’ve been rude,” she went on. “You came all this way for me.” She slowly rounded the table, stopping behind Ford, her image tantalizing him in the gold-speckled,

floor-to-ceiling mirror tiles on the wall. In the flowing black skirt and red satin corset against her dark, curly hair, she was as exotic as a gypsy.

Her hand on his shoulder shot all the way to his cock.

“I had a little attack of nerves.” She smiled. “But I’m over that now. I think you’re incredibly sexy, and we should get this naughty show on the road.”

Simon barked out a laugh. Ford didn’t shock easily, but the queen of diplomats managed to shock the hell out of him with her bluntness. Her reflection distanced her too much for him to gauge her expression.

Ford turned, bracing his hands on the back of the chair.

“I think you’re irresistibly sexy, too.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Yet he worried there was still a trace of shadow in her eyes. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Hell, yes, she does, buddy.” Simon chuckled. “I’ve got a hard-on for her you wouldn’t believe. That bustier is hellaciously sexy. I’ve been hoping her nipples would suddenly pop free.”

Laughter danced in her eyes, eclipsing the shadow. Simon was out there, direct. It was one of the things Ford liked about the man.

She pointed with her wineglass. “I’m terribly curious how you two met.”

“I worked on his house,” Simon supplied.

Ford snorted. “Why don’t you tell her the whole story?”

Simon grinned. “I had a hot little journeyman electrician working for me. She really knew her way around a man’s wiring.”

“I caught them in the electrical closet.” Ford shook his head with mock disgust.

“Your wife and kids were away on vacation.” Simon spread his hands. “No harm would have been done if you hadn’t come home early from your golfing party.”

Sophia leaned down to Ford’s ear. “What were they doing?”

“Oral sex,” Ford mouthed dramatically.

Simon guffawed. “She was blowing me, and damn, but that lady could suck.”

Sophia raised a brow at Ford. “You didn’t fire him?”

“He swore he didn’t put the three minutes on the bill.”

She laughed. His heart turned over in his chest, then righted itself. “Only three minutes?”

she asked.

Simon downed a gulp of wine, set aside his glass. “She was very, very good. Three minutes was all it took.”

“Well, I do hope you take a little longer tonight.” Standing behind Ford, she drove her fingers up through his hair, then raked back down with her nails. He damn near shivered.

He couldn’t see into her mind. He wasn’t sure why it took her forty-five minutes to overcome her jitters or, after the hot kiss they’d shared in the bathroom, why nerves even attacked at all. Damn if he cared now. The lioness had come out to play.

“I’ll take as long as you need.” Simon stood, shoved his chair back, and undid his suit jacket. “This is all about you. Just tell us what you’d like first, princess.”

Ford’s gut knotted. It was a he-man, primeval sensation, but he didn’t want Simon getting anything first, not before he did. First kiss, first lick of her nipples, first taste of her come, first clench of her pussy around his cock.

In a blink, Sophia rounded Ford’s chair, raised her skirt, and, with a flash of delectable pussy, climbed aboard his lap.

Holy hell. He almost lost his senses.

The corset forced her to sit tall, straight. A gorgeous Amazon. “What do we want first, Ford?” she whispered, giving her lower lip a sexy swipe of her tongue. She smiled, a naughty half smile he never would have dreamed her capable of.

His fingers spasmed at her waist. Fuck me. That was what he wanted, deep male instinct needing to conquer and claim.

Too soon, though. The fantasy would be over before it got started. “You should come first.”

“Ooh,” she cooed. “Right out of the gate?”

“After the first one, your body will be primed. You’ll come faster, easier, and harder. All night long.”

She clutched his shoulders, squeezed, held his gaze with those lovely dark cocoa eyes.

“Simon,” she said, “would you like Ford to make me come?”

Simon pulled his chair around for a better view. “Hell, yes.”

She shifted back on Ford’s thighs slightly, braced the high heels he’d bought for her on the carpet. “Then I’m ready for you to perform,” she intoned regally.

Christ, she was getting off on it now, having two men to do whatever she wanted. He’d unleashed a . . . queen bee.

He raised her skirt, revealing tasty thighs, pretty trimmed bush, and lush pink flesh. Her sensual musk rose to intoxicate him. He should have made her come in the bathroom, licked her to orgasm, just between the two of them. Yet this was what she wanted, two men to focus their undivided attention on her.

“That is one damn fine pussy,” Simon said.

She preened. Ford tunneled between her legs. Then he tasted her on his hand. “God, you’re good,” he whispered. Ambrosia. It was so damn hot and sweet the way she smiled at him then. He needed her to come by his touch. Now. She bit down on her lip, tipped her head back, moaned as he penetrated her with one finger only.

“How wet is she?”

Ford flicked her clit until she opened her eyes again. “Touch yourself,” he told her.

Her eyelashes drifted down until