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workout room. When his
daughter visited, she liked to use it, too. She was thirty-three
and didn’t have a prudish bone in her body, but he was
old-fashioned in that way and didn’t want her seeing the things he
kept in the cupboard.
    He chose his instrument carefully, a thick
no-frills vibrator with an adjustable speed dial at the base. He’d
bought it especially for Ruby, for this night.
    By the time he returned to the table, she’d
closed her legs, and her gaze had turned wary. “What are you going
to do?”
    Holt leaned down next to her ear and
tantalized her with a puff of breath. “I’m going to make you come
until you scream. So many times that your legs won’t hold you up
when I’m done.”
    “And you need to handcuff me for that?”
    “Oh yeah.” He turned on the vibrator at its
base and touched it to her nipple. Ruby jerked. “It’s going to be
so intense, you’ll try to get away. But I’m not going to let you.”
He licked her earlobe, blew on the moist shell, and felt her
shiver. “I’m going to drive you absolutely mad.”
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Ruby’s entire body quivered beneath the buzz
of the vibrator on her nipple. She wanted to beg him to do it all
now. He was so damn slow about everything, and she was already
completely wild and crazy. With every snip of the scissors, the
cool metal along her flesh, with his hot gaze on her, his breath
against her hair, his tongue on her ear, and that one touch of his
hand between her legs—God, yes , she was absolutely insane
before he’d even truly started. Do it now , she wanted to
scream at him. She’d waited all night and all day. Didn’t he know ?
    Ruby closed her eyes briefly and breathed
deeply, willing her body to calm down. “Whatever,” she muttered,
feigning disinterest. “I’ve used plenty of vibrators.” She had a
feeling Holt would give new meaning to the word vibrator .
    He circled her nipples, and electricity shot
straight to her pussy.
    “They need to be a little more moist,” he
said, a trace of amusement in his voice, as if he knew how hard she
was fighting not to quiver and quake and beg.
    He undid the bra’s center clasp, pushed the
cups apart, and when he put his lips on her, she barely stopped the
moan in her throat. He licked both nipples. They pearled in the
cool air as he stepped back. “Perfect.” Then he circled them once
more with the vibrator.
    “How wet does that make you, Ruby?” he asked
softly.
    Her nipples were sensitive, as if they had a
direct line down between her legs. She’d been wet before; now she
was sure she was dripping. She made a strangled sound, half
chuckle, half snort, because he was making her feel exactly the way
he wanted her to—crazy.
    “Just get on with it,” she said, hoping for a
bored note, but the words came out with an almost desperate
tinge.
    He sucked on the end of the vibrator, then
trailed it down her belly to her pubis. Her legs were spread, and
she almost arched into the toy. He let it glide lightly over her
pussy, and her body spasmed at the contact. She didn’t come, but
she was close, needy. And he hadn’t even removed her panties
yet.
    It wasn’t the vibrator between her legs that
made her nuts; it was Holt and everything he did to her, how he
made her feel inside, and maybe because he held so much back as
well, never giving in to her the way other men did. It was such a
potent mixture.
    The vibrator stopped, and she thought she’d
scream. She hadn’t even realized she’d closed her eyes until she
opened them to look at him. He had the scissors out again.
    Bent over her, he turned his head, his gaze
licking across her face. “I hate to cut them off,” he said, “but
we’ll get you another pair.”
    Ruby was too far gone to care as he snipped
and tossed aside the miniscule bit of fabric.
    “Jesus, you’re gorgeous.” The awe in his
voice made her heart swell.
    Men didn’t usually admire a woman’s pussy,
but Holt made her want to preen.