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of the shadow of his beard as he ran his chin against thesensitive skin where thighs met body. Delight trilled through her when he began to flick the underside of her swollen clit quick and hard with the tip of his tongue like some secret language.
    She’d ceased to notice they were in public, ceased worrying about whether anyone would come up the nearby stairs. All that mattered was his mouth, his hands, their union of the physical and emotional.
    Nell knew she was sliding quickly toward an orgasm—not just any orgasm, but a big one. It built in her toes, slid down from her scalp. Her thighs trembled against his palms as he held her open.
    His top teeth abraded, ever so lightly, over the hood of her clit, against the bare, sensitized clit itself as he stroked his tongue against the underside at the same time. She’d never experienced anything like it. Like this man. She didn’t know what to do or even what she was feeling.
    Nearly frozen, totally overwhelmed by sensation and emotion, noises came unheeded from the back of her throat as she opened her mouth to speak but had no words.
    A flash of pleasure so exquisite it was nearly pain sliced through her and suddenly she drowned in her climax. But he didn’t stop; his mouth stayed on her, kept moving as his fingers slid into her.
    Finally she moved up a bit and kept her hand on his shoulder to hold him off. Her eyes remained closed because she was afraid of what she’d say if she saw him right then.
    William sat back for a long moment, wondering what the hell had just happened. It shouldn’t be so much, this thing between them. This hunger for her shouldn’t be there, notlike a swell that threatened to swallow him whole. This started as joking and now he was under her spell.
    He paused. Was he? Had she done something to him? He looked at her and knew that wasn’t the case. Her eyes held the same surprise, the same skittishness at the depth of what lay between them that he felt.
    Shoving it aside to puzzle over later, he stood. “Stand up. Go to the rail and hold on. How far are you willing to take this, Nell?”
    Her eyes opened and met his challenge head-on. She stood, leaving her panties behind. “You’re the one hesitating. I’d fuck you down there on a table if you asked. I want you, William. And I don’t care who knows it.”
    She sauntered past him and went to grip the railing, her ass so very tantalizingly on display. Would she?
    A clear vision of spreading her out on the table downstairs, sliding his cock into her cunt in open view of every man in the place, shook him. He’d not considered himself an exhibitionist before, but making such a clear mark of his possession appealed to him. They’d all watch, cocks hard, as he fucked this gorgeous, willful woman. This woman who gave herself to him in full view.
    Christ.
    Moving to her, he dug into his wallet and found what he needed. The bass of the pounding house music in the club throbbed neatly with his pulse, driving him on. Strobes backlit her body, the smooth line of her bare ass and legs to the top of her boots. Conversation, music, the scent of cigarettes and alcohol, of sex and sweat burned his senses.
    The sound of foil being torn open sliced through her,bringing a small echoing gasp from her lips. Anticipation coiled low in her belly as she heard him roll the condom on.
    A gentle but firm hand arranged her so that she was wide open to him, hips tipped so her ass canted high, thighs spread wide. She loved the way his hands on her felt. Loved that he touched her not with disinterest, but with intent. With possession. That touch from any other man would be infuriating and humiliating, but from him? Pride warmed her that he’d want her so deeply.
    She closed her eyes a moment as the broad head of him brushed against the slick, hot gate to her pussy. Opening again as he pushed in slowly, her gaze locked on the people below.
    She sucked in her