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The show was in full swing by the time Malcolm descended into the dark theatre. Pandora stood center stage, her body glittering in a sheen of body art. The sun and sky painted across her skin, with the rays dipping down to the smooth juncture between her thighs.
The barely quiescent desire in his body roared to life. His gaze hunted the crowd, but despite their fascination with the performance, none stared at her longer than necessary. Her body pumped to the beat of the music, feet twisting and turning as her hips jutted left and then right. Every pose she struck transitioned naturally to the next.
His heart pounded to the tempo she set. He noticed the succubus long enough to hand her his card and the folded bills. She nodded. Jeannie would soon know he was here if she couldn’t already feel the scorching heat of his gaze roving over her body.
Worry for Frederick evaporated in the shimmering heat rousing in his body. In all likelihood, the fierce response the dancer summoned from him was a trap. But he didn’t care anymore. He could not go another night without tasting her.
By the third act, when she drifted through the artificial mist created by the fog machine, his coiled body wound too tightly to relax. He was on the edge of his seat, longing to sweep through the mist and steal her away. He held onto his self-control and discipline by the barest of margins.
“Mr. Reynolds?” The succubus intruded on him the moment the stage went dark, and he almost bared his fangs at her, but with Jeannie out of sight, reason reasserted itself.
“Yes?” He forced himself to lean back in the chair and to relax his rigid posture.
“You have a note.” She held the slip of paper to him by two fingers and retreated the moment he accepted it. He regretted the flash of fear in her eyes, but the succubus’s overtly sexual nature held less appeal than three-day-old blood. Fortunately, the paper was free of her dust and he flipped open the card to one word. Yes.
The fist squeezing his heart released. She would come to him. Thirty minutes after the theatre lights came back up, she ascended the steps from the back. She wore a different cream-colored dress, the pale color all the silkier against her golden skin.
He stood his ground and held out a hand, allowing her to come to him. Nervousness flickered across the smooth contours of her face. Nerves and a flutter of excitement. Her pulse leapt as her palm glided across his.
Lifting her hand to his lips, he brushed a kiss to the knuckles. The blood in his body raced towards his cock, and he swallowed back a growl of possession as he caught sight of the ever-silent Stan following in her wake. But one look into her green eyes and he dismissed the man.
“Shall we?” Pride for the calm reserve in his voice strengthened him. He could make it to the elevator, endure the ride and get her inside his suite. He could.
“Yes.” The agreement lilted beautifully from her sweet lips.
Steadier than seemed possible, he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and guided her out of the theatre. The walk across the lobby stretched out for an eternity. The elevator inched up the floors, releasing them only when his control threatened to collapse in tatters.
At the door to his apartments, Stan took up his post and Malcolm ushered Jeannie inside, shutting the rest of the world away from them. It was barely one in the morning.
They had all night.
“Malcolm?” Jeannie turned, looking up at him with luminous green eyes. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what, darling?” The endearment slipped out, but it sounded perfect. Not as perfect as she, but perfect enough.
Nimble fingers undid the buttons to his shirt, and the breath he was holding exploded out of him.
“Don’t stop.”
Galvanized, his hands explored her curves, shaping her breasts. His thumbs teased the hard points of her nipples. He cursed when she pushed his shirt wide, letting her go only long enough to rip it off and
The show was in full swing by the time Malcolm descended into the dark theatre. Pandora stood center stage, her body glittering in a sheen of body art. The sun and sky painted across her skin, with the rays dipping down to the smooth juncture between her thighs.
The barely quiescent desire in his body roared to life. His gaze hunted the crowd, but despite their fascination with the performance, none stared at her longer than necessary. Her body pumped to the beat of the music, feet twisting and turning as her hips jutted left and then right. Every pose she struck transitioned naturally to the next.
His heart pounded to the tempo she set. He noticed the succubus long enough to hand her his card and the folded bills. She nodded. Jeannie would soon know he was here if she couldn’t already feel the scorching heat of his gaze roving over her body.
Worry for Frederick evaporated in the shimmering heat rousing in his body. In all likelihood, the fierce response the dancer summoned from him was a trap. But he didn’t care anymore. He could not go another night without tasting her.
By the third act, when she drifted through the artificial mist created by the fog machine, his coiled body wound too tightly to relax. He was on the edge of his seat, longing to sweep through the mist and steal her away. He held onto his self-control and discipline by the barest of margins.
“Mr. Reynolds?” The succubus intruded on him the moment the stage went dark, and he almost bared his fangs at her, but with Jeannie out of sight, reason reasserted itself.
“Yes?” He forced himself to lean back in the chair and to relax his rigid posture.
“You have a note.” She held the slip of paper to him by two fingers and retreated the moment he accepted it. He regretted the flash of fear in her eyes, but the succubus’s overtly sexual nature held less appeal than three-day-old blood. Fortunately, the paper was free of her dust and he flipped open the card to one word. Yes.
The fist squeezing his heart released. She would come to him. Thirty minutes after the theatre lights came back up, she ascended the steps from the back. She wore a different cream-colored dress, the pale color all the silkier against her golden skin.
He stood his ground and held out a hand, allowing her to come to him. Nervousness flickered across the smooth contours of her face. Nerves and a flutter of excitement. Her pulse leapt as her palm glided across his.
Lifting her hand to his lips, he brushed a kiss to the knuckles. The blood in his body raced towards his cock, and he swallowed back a growl of possession as he caught sight of the ever-silent Stan following in her wake. But one look into her green eyes and he dismissed the man.
“Shall we?” Pride for the calm reserve in his voice strengthened him. He could make it to the elevator, endure the ride and get her inside his suite. He could.
“Yes.” The agreement lilted beautifully from her sweet lips.
Steadier than seemed possible, he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and guided her out of the theatre. The walk across the lobby stretched out for an eternity. The elevator inched up the floors, releasing them only when his control threatened to collapse in tatters.
At the door to his apartments, Stan took up his post and Malcolm ushered Jeannie inside, shutting the rest of the world away from them. It was barely one in the morning.
They had all night.
“Malcolm?” Jeannie turned, looking up at him with luminous green eyes. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what, darling?” The endearment slipped out, but it sounded perfect. Not as perfect as she, but perfect enough.
Nimble fingers undid the buttons to his shirt, and the breath he was holding exploded out of him.
“Don’t stop.”
Galvanized, his hands explored her curves, shaping her breasts. His thumbs teased the hard points of her nipples. He cursed when she pushed his shirt wide, letting her go only long enough to rip it off and
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