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familiar need began throbbing deep in Sophie’s lower belly as she let go and allowed herself to give in to the passion and lust spiraling through her. With her eyes glued to Bobby’s profile, she noticed that his breathing grew shallower each time his fingers drove inside her. She could feel her body speeding towards release, but when Bobby ground the heel of his palm against the top of her sex, more specifically her knotted pleasure button, it sent her into orgasm hyper-speed.
    As Sophie wrapped her fingers tight around Bobby’s wide wrist, her head fell back once again and she decided to just hold on and enjoy the ride. Clenching her hand, she could feel her nails dig into his skin as wave after wave of exquisitely, sinful sensations crashed over her until, finally, they crested in a frenzy of simultaneous explosions. Sophie came with soul-shattering intensity as her body convulsed in a chain of spasms.
    The last thought Sophie remembered was how nice the heat from Bobby’s hand, which remained cupping her intimately as she slowly drifted back into her consciousness, felt.
    Mmm. So good .

Chapter Six

    S ophie stifled a yawn as her heels clicked on the marble floor of the entrance of the upscale Italian restaurant where Bobby had secured reservations. Frustration rolled through her for having fallen asleep on the drive in. After her two-fer climax-a-thon, exhaustion had pulled her under before she’d even had the opportunity to fight it.
    Bobby had gently woken her when they’d arrived at their hotel. She’d felt like a zombie as she followed behind him when they checked in and then made their way up to the fortieth-floor suite they would be spending two nights in. Not having any time to shower, Sophie had slipped on the red dress Amber had made her specifically for this occasion, brushed her teeth, and ran a brush through her hair before they’d headed out to eat.
    “Sloan, table for two.”
    Sophie noticed that every female within the sound of her husband’s deep voice turned her head and took notice. Women were drawn to Bobby like he was a primal magnet and they were willing pieces of metal. Not only was he six foot two, with jet-black hair, baby-blue eyes, and a body that would rival Channing Tatum, but his voice held a deep timbre that proved to be quite the aphrodisiac. In high school, a girl he’d ‘dated’ (yes, she was using that term lightly!) bragged to the entire drill team that all Bobby had to do was speak and she could squeeze her thighs together and make herself orgasm. She’d referred to it as a ‘Bobby Sloan eargasm.’
    At the time, Sophie had been skeptical, but now, she had to admit that, if any voice in the world could do it, it would be Bobby Sloan’s.
    The young, attractive hostess, who was dressed in a black, form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination, definitely took notice of Bobby. Sophie wasn’t sure if it was the visual she was stuck on or if she was currently having an eargasm, but the result was a pink flush that rose up her chest and neck before spreading across her dimpled cheeks. Licking her lips, the brunette dipped her head, presumably to check the reservations on the computer screen, then looked back up and nodded with a more-than-friendly smile.
    “Right this way, Mr. Sloan.” The black irises of the hostess’s caramel-colored eyes dilated as she retrieved two menus.
    Some women might have felt jealous, insecure, or even angry at the kind of attention that followed Bobby everywhere he went. Not Sophie. She didn’t feel any of those things. If anything, she felt sorry for all the girls who swooned over him. Even the ones who tried to give him their phone numbers or hit on him aggressively. She used to attribute her response to the fact that she’d never been a particularly jealous person. But as they weaved their way through the white-linen-covered tables and Bobby possessively wrapped his arm around Sophie’s waist, she realized that the reason she