Double Dare

She nodded approvingly at the silk shirt Zac wore.

"Gabrielle." Abby gathered her into a hug, the three women moving into a huddle amidst the dance floor.

"This is Naomi. Look Naomi, the flames found their home."

The second woman moved around Abby's other side to check out the outfit. She spoke in French at great speed, seemingly impressed. Both women kissed her before they danced on, and it created quite an image. Abby looked regal, a timeless queen between two handmaids, but her eyes were on him as they plied her with kisses from each side.

He got her back in his arms, and the heat of arousal was coming off her in waves.

"I thought I'd lost you to the girls."

She ran her finger up the length of his fly. "What, with this on offer?"

His cock throbbed for her, solid and locked tight inside his leather pants, eager to be out and against her instead. He clasped her flame-enclosed breasts with his hands. "Do you want to go somewhere?"

She nodded.

She took his hand and led him through the throng and around the interconnecting rooms, occasionally glancing over her shoulder as if to make a note of who watched them pass by, until they reached the one with mirrors and the oddly placed chairs.

"Sit here, this chair reminded me of your Mackintosh dining chairs." She gestured at a throne-like chair.

"We come all this way and you want me to sit in the chair that reminds you of home?" He felt like an old married husband as he said it, but she nodded and laughed with delight. An ache of love and pride in his chest threatened to buckle him.

He sat into the chair and reached for her, eager to have her body back against his. She resisted and put her hands on his shoulders then slowly slid down to her knees in front of him. Her hands moved inch by inch down his torso to latch over his belt.

"I thought you wanted to be watched," he said.

"We are being watched."

She was right. Other figures moved at the far side of the room, half making love, half watching them make love. "But I thought..." His objection vanished when she undid his belt, then the zipper.

"I never said what I wanted to be watched doing, did I? Believe me, this is turning me on in ways you can't possibly imagine. Besides, you've a reputation to build." She winked, nodded in the mirror behind him and freed his rock hard cock, taking it in her hand.

Glancing up, he saw Jacques de Vere reflected there, a leggy brunette in shiny hot pants and a bikini top clinging to him like a vine. Jacques grinned and nodded when their eyes met, then pulled his woman down onto his lap as he took a seat.

Bloody hell. She was right, and she hadn't been looking around to see who was watching her, but who was watching him. Zac looked down at her as she knelt between his legs, holding him, so sure, so incredibly sexy. Her cheeks were glowing, her eyes so cat-like in her arousal.

"Abby..."

She rode her hand up and down the length of his shaft, making him clutch at the chair to ground himself. His balls were tight, his spine crawling with tension.

Her fingers lifted his balls free, stroking them. She looked at him with tenderness and affection, shot through with sexual prowess.

"Abby you don't have to do this, this evening was for you."

"I'm an investment advisor. I want your business to succeed. Call it instinct." She gave a delighted laugh. "Believe me, it's giving me the thrill of my life." She lowered her head to his cock, her glorious hair spilling across his leather covered thighs, her gaze still lifted to meet his as her mouth covered his cock end.

Zac's heart hammer

ed in his chest. He was crazy about her. He felt awed by her, incredulous.

She sucked, drawing him in, her tongue rolling against the underside. Thrills rocketed through him, burrowing deep into his groin, his mind charged with the power she gave him. His cock was fit to burst. Her tongue came out, stroked the length of his cock from base to tip and back again. Her mouth was heavenly, seductive. She looked like a siren, so sexy, so desirable.

I want your business to succeed. Her words echoed in his head, circling like demons.

As she took him completely, riding his cock against the roof of her mouth, he shut his eyes tight. His head fell back against the headrest, his hands gripping the arms of the chair. Abby. In his mind, he called her name over and over again, trying to fight the demons. Abby. So perfect and yet potentially so unattainable. While her mouth worked its magic, controlling him totally, drawing out the essential man in him for all to see, he felt as if his heart was being pulled from his chest.

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