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Excerpt:
Kyle looked
magnificently…male, even cradling the violin as he did. Sinfully
seductive. Blatantly sensual. He looked straight at her as he
played and across the short distance, she imagined his gaze
blazing with lust and need. The same desires that were running
through her veins at this moment, making her wet and throbbing.
Her nipples hardened and pushed against the soft cloth of her
dress, the tight buds sensitive and aching horribly. The ache
intensified with each note that poured from Kyle’s skillful
hands and lust and yearning crashed within her in violent waves.
She shook from the maelstrom raging within, her pussy pulsing
with urgency and she had the insane urge to rush the stage, tear
his clothes from him, impale herself upon him and ride him until
this crazy longing was satisfied. She had the nasty feeling that
in another few moments she wouldn’t be able to control her
actions.
What was happening
to her? Through the lust-soaked haze enveloping her, she
realized that whatever she was experiencing now felt vaguely
familiar…
Someone touched her
arm and she cried out, her skin so sensitized lust rippled
through her at the contact. Grant was staring at her, his eyes
wild, his nostrils flaring and a deep flush staining his cheeks.
“You feel it too?”
She didn’t pretend
to misunderstood what he was asking. “Yes.”
“My God,” he
breathed, his blue eyes glittering. “It’s really you.”
“Wha—” She cried
out as another swell of desire rose up in her.
“Listen to me. Make
some excuse—ladies’ room or whatever—and wait for me outside the
door—”
“No—” Even with the
lust interfering with her senses, she still remembered he
disliked her without reason and because of that, she didn’t like
him either. She certainly wasn’t going anywhere with him—
“It’s for your own
good,” he rasped urgently as he leaned close to her. “For all
our sakes.”
“Doesn’t
everybody—”
“No— Yes, some—” He
broke off. “I’ll explain later. Now go.”
“I don’t—” She
stopped in mid-sentence as lust hit her hard, causing her to
jerk slightly in her seat. At the back of her mind, she noted
that it coincided with the crescendo in Kyle’s music.
“Look,” Grant said
in a rough whisper. “This thing that’s pulsing in you? There’s
only one way to make it go away and you won’t get it by
masturbating the whole night long or having sex with countless
men. It’ll come back to haunt you again and again, each time
more intense, until you won’t care where you are, who you’re
doing it with, how you’re doing it, as long as you can scratch
the itch.”
If she didn’t trust
him, at least she believed he knew what she was going through
because he described all that she had been experiencing to the
detail.
“But if you come
with me, we can make it go away. Kyle can make it go
away…”
Kyle. She clung to
his name and nodded.
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