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slid one hand around her throat with light pressure and used his other hand to work her clit. In seconds he felt her tighten, her body going rigid, her pussy tightening sinfully around him before she shuddered in his arms. It was a long, agonizing minute before she slumped back against him.
Closing her legs, she turned slightly to meet his gaze. “You, Ian Malcolm, are a bad influence.”
He had to laugh at that. “And you, Elizabeth, are one hot woman. I think we’re going to have a wonderful month together.”
“A month of this?” Liz couldn’t imagine it. She was weak from what he’d just made her imagine and what he’d done to her body. “I don’t think I’ll survive.”
He pulled from her body and resituated so they were still hidden. “You’re so responsive, it might be a very naughty month.”
He took his scarf off and used it to clean them both. She stood when he pushed her up. They’d been hidden pretty well, but anyone who looked close enough probably could have figured out what they were doing. When he pulled her to his side again, she whispered, “Do you think anyone saw us?”
“Little late to worry about that.” He hooked an arm around her waist possessively. “If they did, it wasn’t the first or the last time they’ll see a couple doing the same tonight. We were tame by some standards. Give it an hour. You’ll think we had a family picnic in comparison.”
Ian guided her through the crowd and she followed mechanically. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to focus, or talk, when her head and body were still buzzing from what they’d just done. She’d never add notes from tonight in her article.
Ian had no such qualms. He stopped and talked every ten steps, his smile easy, his charm in full throttle. No one mentioned their moment in the corner, but a few commented on how attentive he was to the beauty on his arm. Ian introduced her to tons of people, just like at the gala, but she couldn’t remember all the names and titles thrown her way.
As they continued to make rounds, she found a familiar theme creeping into the conversation at every turn. No one came right out and asked what he thought, but there were innumerable hints and leads trying to get Ian to reveal his opinion on this year’s designers.
A petite Chinese woman in a sleek black dress was especially pushy when it came to her designs, and for the first time, Liz noticed a hint of anger in Ian’s gaze. When the woman would have pushed more, Liz jumped in and asked the woman for details on her decision to use bright colors. Ian shot her a grateful glance and it felt like an hour before Liz freed herself from her new best friend, Daiyu. She had a funny feeling Daiyu’s interest in her was purely for the link to Ian, but at least she felt like she’d helped him.
At one point she found herself in a group of six people, all of them talking over her head about colors and fashion accessories that she’d never even heard of. She had no idea where Ian was, and she needed a break.
Excusing herself from the group, she went in search of the bathroom. Sex, drinks and time were taking their toll, but more, she just needed a second to freshen up and take a deep breath.
The crowd was thicker than earlier, and she quickly learned manners weren’t going to get her anywhere. Pushing through the throng wasn’t overly effective either, and she closed her eyes as the crush of bodies became a bit overwhelming. She breathed in slow, forcing her heart rate to slow down.
A strong hand grasped her upper arm and she jumped, turning to find the man in green from the gala, holding her arm. What was his name? Marciano?
He smiled easily. “You look ready to fall over.” He nodded toward his hand on her arm and eased his hold fractionally. “May I help?”
“I’d like to freshen up.”
He guided them through the crowd.
“You’re the designer who made my dress?”
He nodded.
“It is beautiful.”
“It would have been
Closing her legs, she turned slightly to meet his gaze. “You, Ian Malcolm, are a bad influence.”
He had to laugh at that. “And you, Elizabeth, are one hot woman. I think we’re going to have a wonderful month together.”
“A month of this?” Liz couldn’t imagine it. She was weak from what he’d just made her imagine and what he’d done to her body. “I don’t think I’ll survive.”
He pulled from her body and resituated so they were still hidden. “You’re so responsive, it might be a very naughty month.”
He took his scarf off and used it to clean them both. She stood when he pushed her up. They’d been hidden pretty well, but anyone who looked close enough probably could have figured out what they were doing. When he pulled her to his side again, she whispered, “Do you think anyone saw us?”
“Little late to worry about that.” He hooked an arm around her waist possessively. “If they did, it wasn’t the first or the last time they’ll see a couple doing the same tonight. We were tame by some standards. Give it an hour. You’ll think we had a family picnic in comparison.”
Ian guided her through the crowd and she followed mechanically. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to focus, or talk, when her head and body were still buzzing from what they’d just done. She’d never add notes from tonight in her article.
Ian had no such qualms. He stopped and talked every ten steps, his smile easy, his charm in full throttle. No one mentioned their moment in the corner, but a few commented on how attentive he was to the beauty on his arm. Ian introduced her to tons of people, just like at the gala, but she couldn’t remember all the names and titles thrown her way.
As they continued to make rounds, she found a familiar theme creeping into the conversation at every turn. No one came right out and asked what he thought, but there were innumerable hints and leads trying to get Ian to reveal his opinion on this year’s designers.
A petite Chinese woman in a sleek black dress was especially pushy when it came to her designs, and for the first time, Liz noticed a hint of anger in Ian’s gaze. When the woman would have pushed more, Liz jumped in and asked the woman for details on her decision to use bright colors. Ian shot her a grateful glance and it felt like an hour before Liz freed herself from her new best friend, Daiyu. She had a funny feeling Daiyu’s interest in her was purely for the link to Ian, but at least she felt like she’d helped him.
At one point she found herself in a group of six people, all of them talking over her head about colors and fashion accessories that she’d never even heard of. She had no idea where Ian was, and she needed a break.
Excusing herself from the group, she went in search of the bathroom. Sex, drinks and time were taking their toll, but more, she just needed a second to freshen up and take a deep breath.
The crowd was thicker than earlier, and she quickly learned manners weren’t going to get her anywhere. Pushing through the throng wasn’t overly effective either, and she closed her eyes as the crush of bodies became a bit overwhelming. She breathed in slow, forcing her heart rate to slow down.
A strong hand grasped her upper arm and she jumped, turning to find the man in green from the gala, holding her arm. What was his name? Marciano?
He smiled easily. “You look ready to fall over.” He nodded toward his hand on her arm and eased his hold fractionally. “May I help?”
“I’d like to freshen up.”
He guided them through the crowd.
“You’re the designer who made my dress?”
He nodded.
“It is beautiful.”
“It would have been
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