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Five minutes ago, I would have said no. Five minutes ago, I was scared, feeling out of place, and wanting to haul ass out of this designer thirst trap.

Now, the only thing I want is to feel Dalton’s hands on me.

In me. My head falls back against his shoulder, eyes closing as his lips and tongue claim my neck. “I want you to touch me.”

There’s a rumbling deep in his chest as Dalton’s fingers obey.

They trace over the cotton and lace, first twirling around my clit, then sliding to my entrance and back.

It’s lightning and fire and not nearly enough.

I want him against me with no barriers. Want his fingers inside me, teasing me.

Shock ripples behind desire as I realize I don’t just want it. I need it.

“More.” The whisper is laced with desperation.

I’m clawing at the arm wrapped over my chest, holding it tighter.

My other arm snakes up and back, fingers spearing through his hair, pulling his lips back to mine.

Fuck, I want more . Any thought of being caught vanishing as need sings through my every vein.

"You’re so incredibly sexy.” Dalton’s fingers slip under the fabric and I can’t stifle the gasp that escapes as he finds my clit again, this time skin to skin.

The swirls of his fingers alternating between firm and teasing, each driving me closer to the edge at a near-blinding speed.

I don’t remember the last time a man touched me like this.

Hell, if a man has ever touched me like this.

There’s unbridled power in the connection, radiating from where Dalton’s fingers caress me, down my arms and legs, bursting into my fingers and toes.

It pools deep in the base of my stomach.

It’s almost too much and still not enough.

As if sensing my need, Dalton slips one finger inside me, gently stroking the sensitive walls.

My leg spreads wider in response, giving him deeper access.

His near growl of pleasure vibrates through me.

Another finger joins the first, and I’m already on the verge of coming apart.

Despite the chance we might get caught, Dalton’s in no hurry.

Like my pleasure is the most important thing in the world.

His fingers caress as they stroke in and out.

I clench around him, hips rolling, driving closer to release.

“This dress is beautiful, but it’s nothing compared to your body. To you. You’re a fucking goddess, Jenna. You’re gorgeous. So fucking hot. Look at yourself.”

Opening my eyes is a near Herculean effort.

I want to disappear into this moment, but something in Dalton’s tone has me following the command.

As I take in the two of us, bodies entangled, my leg spread wide, leaving me on display despite the clothing we’re still wearing, there’s a part of me that’s conditioned to feel ashamed.

I’ve never seen myself like this before.

Never watched myself with someone else. For a heartbeat I think of closing my eyes, then Dalton’s thumb finds my clit as his fingers continue to move inside me and I can’t look away.

It’s surreal, both an out-of-body experience and a force so grounding it might rip me apart.

The woman in the mirror is exactly what Dalton said, sexy, confident, and caught in the passion coursing through her.

Only the look of desire, the focus and pride in the man’s face could pull me away from her. Not her. Me.

I crane back to meet his gaze, reminding myself this is real. His chin dips down, lips hovering over mine.

“Dalton.” This time his name is a plea as my muscles lock, the pleasure so intense it almost hurts.

“Come for me.” Dalton’s thumb circles in the same way it did on my calf this morning.

His other hand still kneads my breast, then his lips are on mine, tongue moving against my lips in unison with his fingers.

Sensation overloads every ragged breath and my mouth opens, letting him in.

His tongue glides over mine and I unravel.

What noise I can’t suppress, Dalton swallows, pulling me tighter against him as my legs quake and reality disappears in wave after wave of ecstasy.

Never letting go, he takes my weight, slowing the kiss to something sweet, waiting until the tremors stop.

With care, his fingers slide out, hand pausing to cup the sensitive area, sending an aftershock of pleasure up my spine.

His lips twist into a grin against mine.

It isn’t until he pulls back that I realize he’s just as breathless as I am.

“That was—” I falter, unable to find the words.

“The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Dalton fills in. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I ran into you outside the bar. You’re perfect, Jenna. Fucking perfect.”

I press back, his raging boner still nestled against my ass. Dalton groans, then nips my lip.

“Don’t do that, forty-eight. Or I’ll lose my resolve and rip this dress off you right now and you won’t have anything to wear tonight.”

Keeping a hand on my hip, Dalton leans over to pull a napkin from under the plate of uneaten hors d’oeuvres I’d left on the drink table near the mirror.

With a gentleness I wouldn’t think possible for a man his size, he tenderly cleans me up.

The action is so intimate, a fresh wave of heat flushes my skin.

Then with a kiss to the side of my neck, Dalton covers me back up, hold still steady until I find my footing.

In a desperate attempt to shake off the all-too-feely emotions rioting through my post-sexed-up haze, I turn to face him, plastering on a coy smile.

“So you’re picking this dress?” I smooth down the sides, shocked to find I don’t want to take it off.

“You’re damn right I am.” He pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Why don’t you change and I’ll try desperately to get this fucking hard-on to go down before our host comes back.”

I flash a wicked grin, high on confidence, as my fingers curl on his waistband. “Sure, you don’t need help with that.”

The smile on his lips softens just before they brush against mine.

“Let’s not test our luck with Matty. I’d rather not see a man shit a designer brick today.

But later, if the offer still stands? Definitely.

Now, get dressed before I lose what little self-control I have around you and change my mind.

We’re going to be late for our next date. ”