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“We can’t make a mess of you, yet,” he whispered. “The night’s too young.”

He pulled back and she caught the sparkle of her glittered makeup against his cheek. What he said made sense. They both had to leave this little room. Outside the door, over two hundred people drank, danced and conversed, and one of them was her boss. For the night, anyway.

He reached inside the breast of his jacket and laid his wallet on a bottle of wine near her head. His cologne filled her senses, made her dizzy with want. He lifted one of her thighs against his hip. His hand moved slowly along her leg and traced the garter that snaked up to the belt she wore beneath her tiny leather skirt.

“Do you know how much nylons turn me on?” he whispered again, his voice took on a growl, as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hip. The head of his thick cock pushed against the silk thong she wore.

“Take my panties off,” she pleaded.

He teased her, letting his dick edge along the narrow seam of her panties. The silk gave way to the incessant strokes and the burning velvet head of his cock pushed into her outer lip. One dip, just a few inches lower, and over just a breath, and he’d be inside her, stretching her to an exquisite burn, filling her completely.

“Please,” she begged. “Now, please.”

Ari reached for his wallet, eager to give her exactly what she wanted – what they both wanted. He found a foil wrapper tucked 18

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inside and dropped everything else to the floor. The head of his dick was already buried between the slick heat of her folds, and his hips ached to swivel back and pump deep inside her. His throat clenched as he ripped the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the condom into place.

She was so wet. So ready. His fingers slid along the crevice between her folds, pushing the soaked scrap of silk out of the way. He found her narrow hole, and dipped one finger inside. She cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders. Tight. God, she was so tight. He wanted to plunge in, feel the squeeze of her around his shaft. He pushed another finger in and moved deep and hard into her. The blood pounded in his cock, begging to be let inside. Her hips rocked. Her breath came in gasps. He should take his time, stretch her slowly, but God damn it, his balls were ready to explode. He needed to bury himself deep inside her and fuck every last ounce of cum from his body.

“I’ve got to fuck you now,” he growled, his teeth against her ear.

She responded by lifting her leg higher and curving her calf around his back. Her heel pressed into him. Damn, but that did him in.

His fingers brushed against the head of his dick as they came out of her pussy. He bit down on her earlobe and slammed his cock into her so hard they both yelled.

“Oh hell, baby.” He soothed the bite on her ear with his tongue and pulled his hips back slowly, ready to control himself, to take his time and do her right. He gripped her soft ass and stared into her eyes.

Tonight had turned into a hell of a lot more than he’d expected. And the party had just begun.

Her plump lips parted and her sweet little tongue darted out to lick the deep red gloss she wore. He couldn’t believe he had her in his arms, his cock deep inside her. She couldn’t completely hide her uncertainty, and her determination to put up a brave front swelled his heart.

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“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid.” He pushed his cock deep needing to claim every inch of her. Her hips didn’t move to meet his. Her lips trembled. He’d seen that look before. Hesitation. He could feel her freezing up on him. Not now. Not this time. “Come on, honey, give it to me,” he said. “Show me how you want me.”

She lifted her chin and met his gaze with such determination he knew she wouldn’t let him down. Without a word, she wrapped one hand around his neck and brought the other down to her clit. Her knuckles brushed his curls as she worked herself. Her muscles clenched his dick. The sweetest, wettest pussy, quivered around him.

“That’s my girl,” he said. “That’s it.”

“Hard and fast,” she said, hooking her other leg around his back and pressing her shoulders to the wall.

She offered her body boldly, finding a rhythm with her hand that shortened her breath and spread a rosy glow across her chest. He braced her hips and gave it to her the way she wanted it, every muscle in his body tightening with every thrust, until he couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t stop. Deeper. Harder. Faster. The ridges of her pussy sent agonizing pleasure shuddering through him. Juices poured out of her, and her screams filled the tiny room. God, he needed to come. He couldn’t stop. She squirmed against him, opening her legs wider. Her fingers moved along the sides of her clit, swollen and red, pulsing, like a berry begging to be eaten. She was close. He was closer. He buried himself deep inside her as she stroked up baring her gorgeous clit to him again. It was too much. He jerked himself out.

“No!” she screamed.

He hit his knees and lifted her shaking thigh over his shoulder.

Jerking his cock with one hand, he sucked that little berry into his mouth and plunged two fingers deep, searching for that rough trigger, the one that would send her creaming onto his tongue.

She came hard, twisting his hair in her hand, grinding her pussy in his face, soaking him. A final swell surged into his dick, his balls knotted and every thought flew from his mind as he poured himself 20

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into the condom. The scent of the fairy clung to the air he dragged into his lungs, and the pulse of her pussy slowed against his cheek.

Ari slowly kissed the moisture from her skin as she struggled to bring her breathing back to normal. He slid the wasted scrap of silk back over her pussy and tugged the skimpy leather skirt into place. He closed his eyes and swallowed back the desire to carry her to his room and forget about the party going on in his house. There were so many things he could do to her, so many ways he could make her beg for more.

Josea’s heart hammered in her chest and pride swelled her lungs.

She had let go. The thrill of abandon was almost as gratifying as the orgasm he’d given her. “I’ve never…” She bit back the words before she told him what he didn’t need to know. Tonight she had given him a vixen, a fantasy come to life. For one glorious moment, she truly wasn’t the same woman who had bored him to sleep during his final year of law school. The cloak of anonymity gave her the freedom she’d always wanted, but never had the nerve to take.

With a smile so sexy she just wanted to eat him, Ari tucked his shirt into his pants and tossed all proof of their encounter into a waste bin tucked into the cabinetry on the opposite wall. Too spent to move, she watched him in silence. Her arms hung limp at her sides. She didn’t trust her wobbly legs to carry her across the uneven floor.

A familiar whisper sounded as the door to the wine cellar opened.

Ari moved into the archway that faced the main door of the cellar.

“Mr. Davenport?”

Josea recognized the voice of the woman who had the power to withhold her next paycheck – the one who had already threatened to fire her.

“Dinner will be served shortly,” the woman continued. “Will your table be drinking the chef’s selection?”

“No.” Ari walked toward Josea, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, the shimmer of fairy glitter on his jaw. He came so close his chest pressed against hers, and she had to swallow the gasp that rose
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in her throat. The staff manager couldn’t see them, but she would be able to hear every sound.

He reached above Josea’s head, pulled a bottle from the rack, and placed it in her hand. He pressed his lips close to her ear. “After dinner, I want to find out what a fairy’s fantasy is.” Before letting go of the wine, he rubbed the cool bottle over her tender nipple.

She gasped, the sound going off like a bomb in the room. She’d been so dazed, she had forgotten to adjust her bustier.

Ari’s fingers dipped into the folds of silk and smoothed the bustier back into place. She wiped the glitter from his cheek and let her hand linger on his handsome face. He gave her a small smile and took her by the elbow. Just before they stepped into view of her boss, he dropped his hand to his side.

“This beautiful fairy has my table’s wine.”

The woman’s gaze raked over Josea, but she plastered on a smile and aimed it at Ari. “Anything else, sir?”

Ari shook his head and held the door while Josea hurried into the corridor and fled through the butler’s pantry almost plowing into a fairy carrying salad plates.

She ducked behind the bar and grabbed Adrianna’s arm. Ari gave her an almost imperceptible wink as he passed.

“Ari Davenport?” Adrianna’s voice rose in disbelief. “Is this his shindig? Stepping into daddy’s firm must’ve worked out well for him.”

Josea chewed her bottom lip and folded a white linen napkin over her arm.

“He must have been floored when he saw you,” Adrianna said.

“He doesn’t know who I am.”

Adrianna cocked a perfectly sculpted brow. “I don’t see him winking at any other fairies.”

“None of the rest of them just fucked him.”

Adrianna choked back a laugh. “Holy hell. And you’re sure he didn’t know?”

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Still giddy from the orgasm, she gave a triumphant smile and shook her head. She had rocked Ari Davenport’s world, and given him everything he needed to rock hers just as hard. And, he wanted more.

“We’ve got to dress you up more often.”

“Without a doubt.” She grabbed the bottle and started for Ari’s table. Now to get through dinner without dumping any more wine on his guests. Six feet from where he sat, she came to a halt. His table seated five. A lovely older woman sat to his right. Her husband sat next to her, and the other two seats remained empty.

Now she knew why the man she heard talking with Ari in the wine cellar sounded familiar. His laugh carried over the voices in the room. Every white hair on his head had been combed into place, and his skin held the glow of a man half his age. Her heart pounded. Her stomach rolled and her lungs clenched tight.

Ari caught her standing there and raised a brow. She forced the smallest of smiles and squared her shoulders. If she could pull this night off, she might need to throw in the judicial towel and head to Hollywood.

Josea poured a taste of the wine while Ari and his companions made conversation. His fingers brushed hers as he took the glass.

Their eyes never met, but a single finger on the back of her knee mimicked the swirl of the dark liquid around the bowl of his glass. In a room, alone, she would have buckled beneath his touch. But they were anything but alone.

The cavernous room seated two hundred with Ari’s table positioned along the edge of the “forest.” Above, the vaulted ceiling was as dark as a moonless sky. Candles flickered on the tables and drops of white lights sparkled in the trees. The scant lighting relieved some of Josea’s trepidation and covered the blush that crept through her chest while Ari toyed with her.

She lifted the glass of the woman seated next to him. No eyes were on her. Ari engaged his guests in conversation and Josea relaxed
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a little. They weren’t paying any attention to her as she filled the last glass. The woman seated next to Ari, the same woman who’d refused to come into the wine cellar, pointed out another fairy as she walked by.

“Look at those legs. What I wouldn’t give.”

Every eye at the table turned toward the passing fairy. Josea set the wine in a bucket within Ari’s reach.

A heated palm on the back of her thigh stopped her retreat. She bit back her gasp and jerked her head toward Ari. His hands were otherwise engaged. One lifting wine to his lips, the other resting in his lap.

Josea turned to the woman seated next to him, her arm moved slowly, almost imperceptibly as she lightly grazed Josea’s nylons.

Josea tensed, but didn’t move a muscle. She was in over her head, but she had something to prove and running scared wouldn’t prove it.

“Where’d you find these girls?” the woman asked Ari as she stroked the back of Josea’s knee.

Ari chuckled, and his gaze rose to Josea’s. The fire in the dark depths of his pupils heated her again. The lips of her kitten swelled, and her clit gave a hopeful pulse. The woman’s hand moved up the back of her leg. Fingertips grazed her inner thigh, headed higher.

Ari’s eyes hooded as his gaze trailed her breasts, her stomach. She turned slightly to give him a better view of what his guest was up to.

He caught sight of the manicured nails grazing Josea’s nylons and flicked his eyes back to hers. Josea held his gaze and shifted slightly, giving the woman more access.

Ari’s focus dipped again. His pants tented, and Josea swallowed a groan at the swell of dark fabric in his lap. She licked her lips wanting nothing more than the taste of his sweet cock on her tongue. What had he done to her?

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touch, every inch of Josea’s body ached for Ari. Longing rose in her chest. Her nipples pressed against the silk bustier. Ari flashed her a look of pure greed.

“I know who you remind me of!” The man at the table, unaware or at least unfazed by his wife’s wandering hand, snapped and wagged his finger at Josea.

The heat in her veins faded, and her muscles tensed in fear. He had only seen her once, when she’d met with him for her final interview. As senior partner of Layton, Masters, and Chiles, Roy Layton had the ultimate say in which prospective associates joined the firm, but inviting them to sit down with him before being offered the position was more of a courtesy than anything else.

He turned to Ari. “We just hired a new associate. Hot as hell. Cold as ice. Laced so tight, she probably explodes in the bedroom.”

Mrs. Layton’s hand stopped its seductive assault on her thigh.