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reaction. Unless his personal demons were too strong, her wary prey should almost be hers.
By the time she got to his bare toes, they were moving toward her, and a moment later, he was sitting on the ottoman, lifting the plate and handing her the fork. This close, he brought back the smell of the woods, and his faint musky odor, the same dried sweat of a day's hard labor that she had smelled when he had carried her.
"So," Lauren speared a tiny corncob and lifted it, "I know Marcus is a New York art dealer with a secret dream to be a hairdresser," she smiled as that one raised his glass with a devious grin, his composure recovered. "But what did you do before you were caretaker here, Josh?"
"I helped Marcus," he lifted a shoulder, and she knew he was being evasive from the quick flick of his gaze away from hers. It was not yet time to push, too early in the game. She raised a brow regardless, letting him know he was not fooling her, but she changed the flow of the conversation. "Marcus, tell us the most wicked story you can think of from your childhood."
"Before puberty, or after?"
Lauren slanted a smile at him. "Before."
She brought the glistening pale yellow vegetable to Josh's lips. When he had his mouth half open, she murmured "Wait."
She traced it over his top lip, moistening the curve with a light sheen of soy sauce, as he had done to her.
"Now," she said.
His eyes were on her face, measuring, and she inclined her head. "Open your mouth wider."
He did, sending a jolt of electric energy through her vitals. She placed the food on his tongue, already wet from saliva that she hoped was not entirely from a hunger for food. His lips closed on the fork, the soy sauce she had left there compressing between them. The lubricated tines withdrew with the same silken ease of a man withdrawing himself from a woman's aroused body. As she anticipated, his tongue Page 31
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automatically touched on his top lip after he swallowed, collecting the sauce. His eyes never left hers, and she wondered that she could have every considered gray a cool color. It could become molten steel, simmering with the fires of the forge, anticipating becoming an instrument to serve the needs of its master, or in this case, mistress.
He was not a docile sub, which delighted her. The heat in those eyes could compete with the re-entry atmosphere of the earth, and she felt it building in the furnace of his body. He would become dangerous if pushed, and the anticipation of it shivered through her.
* * * * *
"This game is like a circus," Maria had told her once, during one of their many infamous "Corner Table Conversations", as Lauren had dubbed them. That was when Maria had a break and the two of them found a corner table in the shadows. Sometimes it was a time for Maria to hold her hand while Lauren had yet another post-Jonathan meltdown, but usually it was a chance to exchange wisdom and watch others together. The waitress followed the interactions of the other club attendees with the diligent attention of a NASA researcher.
"Are we that ridiculous?" Lauren asked, too swamped at that point with bitterness to hear the undertone.
"You're thinking clowns, honey." Maria said, her kohl rimmed eyes crinkling, the moist, full lips curving up. "Think of all the sensual, dark undertones of a circus. The life of the people involved, set apart from the rest of the civilized world in a mysterious society of their own. Those who walk the tight rope and run the trapeze, who must trust their partners completely. The delicate interplay between the animals and those who go into the cage with them.
"Like you," she ran a sharp-nailed finger lightly down Lauren's face, tracing the tiny tab protecting the entrance to her ear. "You're a lion tamer. Jonathan belonged in the poodle ring."
Lauren snorted with laughter, and Maria's teeth showed, but it was a half smile, most of her mind focused
By the time she got to his bare toes, they were moving toward her, and a moment later, he was sitting on the ottoman, lifting the plate and handing her the fork. This close, he brought back the smell of the woods, and his faint musky odor, the same dried sweat of a day's hard labor that she had smelled when he had carried her.
"So," Lauren speared a tiny corncob and lifted it, "I know Marcus is a New York art dealer with a secret dream to be a hairdresser," she smiled as that one raised his glass with a devious grin, his composure recovered. "But what did you do before you were caretaker here, Josh?"
"I helped Marcus," he lifted a shoulder, and she knew he was being evasive from the quick flick of his gaze away from hers. It was not yet time to push, too early in the game. She raised a brow regardless, letting him know he was not fooling her, but she changed the flow of the conversation. "Marcus, tell us the most wicked story you can think of from your childhood."
"Before puberty, or after?"
Lauren slanted a smile at him. "Before."
She brought the glistening pale yellow vegetable to Josh's lips. When he had his mouth half open, she murmured "Wait."
She traced it over his top lip, moistening the curve with a light sheen of soy sauce, as he had done to her.
"Now," she said.
His eyes were on her face, measuring, and she inclined her head. "Open your mouth wider."
He did, sending a jolt of electric energy through her vitals. She placed the food on his tongue, already wet from saliva that she hoped was not entirely from a hunger for food. His lips closed on the fork, the soy sauce she had left there compressing between them. The lubricated tines withdrew with the same silken ease of a man withdrawing himself from a woman's aroused body. As she anticipated, his tongue Page 31
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automatically touched on his top lip after he swallowed, collecting the sauce. His eyes never left hers, and she wondered that she could have every considered gray a cool color. It could become molten steel, simmering with the fires of the forge, anticipating becoming an instrument to serve the needs of its master, or in this case, mistress.
He was not a docile sub, which delighted her. The heat in those eyes could compete with the re-entry atmosphere of the earth, and she felt it building in the furnace of his body. He would become dangerous if pushed, and the anticipation of it shivered through her.
* * * * *
"This game is like a circus," Maria had told her once, during one of their many infamous "Corner Table Conversations", as Lauren had dubbed them. That was when Maria had a break and the two of them found a corner table in the shadows. Sometimes it was a time for Maria to hold her hand while Lauren had yet another post-Jonathan meltdown, but usually it was a chance to exchange wisdom and watch others together. The waitress followed the interactions of the other club attendees with the diligent attention of a NASA researcher.
"Are we that ridiculous?" Lauren asked, too swamped at that point with bitterness to hear the undertone.
"You're thinking clowns, honey." Maria said, her kohl rimmed eyes crinkling, the moist, full lips curving up. "Think of all the sensual, dark undertones of a circus. The life of the people involved, set apart from the rest of the civilized world in a mysterious society of their own. Those who walk the tight rope and run the trapeze, who must trust their partners completely. The delicate interplay between the animals and those who go into the cage with them.
"Like you," she ran a sharp-nailed finger lightly down Lauren's face, tracing the tiny tab protecting the entrance to her ear. "You're a lion tamer. Jonathan belonged in the poodle ring."
Lauren snorted with laughter, and Maria's teeth showed, but it was a half smile, most of her mind focused
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