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away. I didn’t want
to. It moved underneath my dress and farther up my thigh until his fingers
touched the lace of my tiny black thong. It had been so long. . . . The logic
in my head quickly faded into the background as my arousal took hold of me. I
could hardly breathe as his fingers gently rubbed the front of my panties. He
was teasing me, arousing me. And I was in no mood to stop him.
    “Let’s
get out of here,” he whispered.
    “Please,”
I responded breathlessly. I didn’t want this to end. Pierce was offering me a
night of sexual pleasure, and I couldn’t resist the strong desire welling
within me to explore every inch of his sure-to-be incredible body. The
impulsive, lustful side of me won, and I gave in faster than I had wanted to.
“Let’s go back to my place,” I offered.
    He quickly
stood from the table, threw some cash on top of the linen tablecloth for the
bottle of wine and our meals that had not yet arrived, and left the club through
the same door we had entered not too long ago. I followed with anxious steps,
ready and willing to take this leap with him. It wasn’t love that prompted me
forward. It wasn’t even like. It was a burning lust that even I, a workaholic
loner whose only relationship was with a bedazzled planner, couldn’t ignore. I wasn’t
sure if the sex would even be worth it, and I knew that it was probably not the
wisest decision, but I had to find out. I knew I’d regret it forever if I
didn’t discover what being wrapped in the arms of the naked young millionaire
Maverick was like.

Chapter Six
    As soon as we were in
the private elevator of my apartment complex, I fumbled in my bag for the badge
that would give us access to my penthouse condo. The urgency behind my
movements made me clumsy. I couldn’t get the pink leather wallet open. I hoped
Pierce was too busy fantasizing about reaching the top floor to notice my
obvious distraction. Finally I found the badge, tucked away in the crevices of the
wallet. Before I had time to change my mind about having Pierce in my condo, I
swiped the badge decisively and the doors to the elevator closed with a
finality. At last, we were alone. The button on top of the elevator door lit
up, and the sexual goddess within me did as well. I was awake and alive, ready
and willing for anything.
    I stared at Pierce
nervously, hungrily. My heavy breaths were loud in the small space between us. Within
moments, he cupped my face and pulled me close. We were like two magnets drawn
together with a force that even we could not break. His lips quickly found mine.
They were soft and gentle, just as I had imagined. But he was forceful,
ravenous even. He commanded the kiss, and I allowed him to take the lead. With
any other man, this would be a complete turnoff for me, but with Pierce, essentially
my rival on this project, it had a powerful effect. I wanted to be dominated. I
wanted him to lead. Somehow it turned me on as if I were a virgin intrigued by
her first sexual encounter. My panties became damp with this newfound
awakening.
    The subtle touch of
his warm tongue, wandering around the inside of my mouth, sent me to a new
level of arousal. My fingers tightened around the small curls at the nape of
his neck as he took my mouth in his. I wanted to stop him, to slow everything
down so that I could savor every stroke, every brush, and every heartbeat in
this moment. I wanted to relish this passionate embrace in the middle of an
elevator, something I had always fantasized about. And yet, feeling his
muscular body pushed up against mine, I wanted to devour him even more. It was as
if I’d been sleeping for years, only to wake thirsty. Incredibly thirsty. I’d
do anything for a sip of that tall drink of water.
    Effortlessly, he
lifted me up and pressed me against the wall of the elevator. He was hurried
and passionate. The mirrored wall was cold against my skin, but I hardly
noticed. My legs tightly wrapped around his hips. My thigh grazed the front of