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hide it, but Ty had seen her apprehension. Her back had stiffened, her expression had frozen into a polite smile,

and she'd glanced around like a trapped animal when the guy had pawed at his wife's breasts. Ty had swooped

in to save Melissa from her predicament then and he knew he'd do it again now. Would she give him grief for his

efforts, like she had the last time?

Damn it. As exciting as the prospect was to see her involved in some erotic scenario, he couldn't stand to see her

so vulnerable, and outright frightened. He had to do something to help her.

The announcer gestured to the band and a drum rol sounded.

Building his voice to excite the crowed, the announcer said, "Number twenty-two. This is your lucky night."

While a waiter drew an empty chair in front of Melissa, a tall, blond tennis player type stood up, a broad smile

splitting his face. Sending a feral glare at the other guy, Ty lurched to his feet and claimed the chair. Blondie

stopped in his tracks.

"Are you twenty-two?" the announcer asked the blond.

"No, I am," Ty declared.

The blond man held up his slip. "I have the number here."

Ty sent the man such a ferocious glower, the man froze.

"I am twenty-two." Ty's tone discouraged any contradiction. The other man reluctantly returned to his seat.

"Wel , it seems we've found our virgin's lucky partner," the man with the microphone announced, a sly grin on his face.

The waiter leaned in to whisper in Melissa's ear and pointed to a list on the wall. Ty noticed the number fifteen

written in large red digits under twenty-two. He glanced at the chart. Fifteen. Oral sex.

Melissa stared at the chart, then at Ty. Panic glazed her eyes.

He leaned toward her.

"Look, just pretend you're doing it and I'll go along, then we can get out of here."

"I, uh . . ."

"You can try to explain to them instead."

Melissa glanced around at all the hungry faces, waiting for her to do something. She could stammer her way out

of here, or run out and look like a complete idiot. How could she stay here the rest of the weekend if she did

that? She didn't want to look like a fool.

He took her hand and drew her forward, then stroked her hair.

"Use your hair to hide what you're doing. It'll look totally natural."

She nodded, then crouched down in front of him. She dragged her nail down the line of his zipper so it sounded

like she'd unzipped it. She leaned forward and pretended to take his member out.

Unfortunately, a part of her wanted to do it for real. She could imagine sliding her hand into his fly and wrapping

her fingers around his smooth flesh, the iron rod cushioned by the kid-leather skin solid within her grasp. She

curled her hands, one over the other, holding his imaginary erection. She bobbed her head up and down,

imagining the heat of it in her mouth, her lips gliding over his hot, hard flesh. She could feel his growing bulge

beneath her lower hand and her vagina clenched.

Would he mind if she drew him out for real, if she sucked his long, hard cock deep into her mouth? She bobbed

up and down and he groaned, acting the part of a man receiving a great blow job.

Oh, man, she wanted him in her mouth. His fingers stroked around her head, caressing the back of her neck. He

groaned, then jerked a little, pretending to climax.

Ty could barely hold himself back, the thought of her lovely, rose lips pulsing over his cock so enticing he nearly

lost it then and there. But he held back. He strategical y thrust his left hand out, knocking over her drink. He

palmed a little of the white foam as she pretended to zip him up again. The feel of her fingernail gliding up his

zipper brought him close to the edge again. As she sat up, he curled his right hand around her head and brought

her face to his for a kiss. Her lips tasted as sweet as he thought they would. She stared at him, seeming a little

dazed. He was sure she was as affected by the pretense as he was. He stroked her cheek with his other hand,

smearing a little of the foam from his palm onto her lips and chin.

It looked exactly like evidence that she'd brought him to climax.

The crowd cheered louder. The sight of the white foam on her delicate lips, like semen, made Ty even harder. He

dragged her into his arms and kissed her soundly, licking the semen—uh, foam—from her mouth, then thrusting

his tongue between her lips. Her tongue curled over his, then stroked his lips. He drew back and stared into her

eyes, astounded by the deep longing he saw there.

Chapter 4

GOOD GOD, TY WANTED TO DRAG HER AWAY AND MAKE WILD, passionate love to her right now. He drew her

from the chair and planted her in front of him, then leaned close to her ear.

"Stay in front of me," he cautioned. "They'll wonder at the sight of my huge hard-on, after what you supposedly just did for me."

She nodded and led the way from the room.

Once in the hallway, Melissa lurched forward and raced for the outside door, adrenaline still flooding through

her. He slowed, pul ing back on her hand, and she ricocheted into his arms and another heart-stopping kiss. His

lips merged with hers—hot, full and masculine—passionately drawing her into a sweet haze of longing. She

melted against him, succumbing to the erotic deluge. Her arms slipped over his broad shoulders and around his

neck.

She was so turned on. More than she'd ever been. And this man—so convenient . . . so available.

But no, it was more than that. There was something about this man, something that drew her passions like the

moon drew the tides. From the very first moment she'd laid eyes on him, she'd recognized it, even if she hadn't

allowed herself to acknowledge it.

Until now. And now she wanted him desperately.

His hands pressed against her back, drawing her tighter against his body, her breasts crushed against his solid

chest. His tongue slipped into her mouth and curled around her lips, a delicate, silky touch. She felt faint at the

exquisite sensations careening through her.

His hand slid to her lower back and drew her tighter still. She could feel the bulge of his erection pushing against

her. Her womb contracted in silent invitation and her folds grew slick. She wanted to arch her pelvis up, to open

to him right here and now.

And that shocked her to the bone.

She stiffened in his arms. After a moment's hesitation, he released her.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

She nodded at the single word. "I guess we both got carried away."

He folded his hand around hers. "Come on. Let's go find your husband."

She nodded. Shane would help her find her grounding. As Ty led her into the bal room, she hesitated.

"You know, I doubt we'll be able to find him. He's probably . . . you know . . . with someone."

"Don't give up so easily."

He eyed her speculatively and she wondered what he thought of her—a woman who would happily let her

husband go off with another woman. Which reminded her that he'd done the same with his wife.

They crossed to the bar and Ty gestured her to a stool, then strode to the other end of the bar and asked the

bartender a few questions. The bartender waved over one of the waitresses and, after a short conversation with

her, the bartender consulted a video screen behind the bar.

Melissa wondered at how this man seemed so intent on taking care of her. A part of her wanted to resist, to

flaunt her independence and seek Shane on her own. After al , she had been looking after herself for a long

time. Yet another part of her, a part long hidden inside, reveled in the warmth she felt at having someone look

out for her. Care for her.

She had done without a mother for so many years. Her mom had left when Melissa was only sixteen and she'd

taken on the care of the household and the day-to-day upbringing of her younger sisters—ensuring they got

their homework done, making the meals, managing chores around the house. Helping them come to terms with

the loss of their mother.

Melissa had done the caretaking, never receiving it. Her father had been so busy working and trying to cope with

raising three daughters as a single parent, he'd focused on the younger two, knowing Melissa could take care of

herself. In fact, he'd depended on her. She'd never resented it, but sometimes, late at night when the world was

quiet, she had wished she could be just a teenager again.

A moment later, Ty returned to her side.

"He's in the Mariposa room, on the second floor."

Again, she followed him out the door, then up the curved staircase from the lobby. The Mariposa room stood at

the end of the grand hal way to the left. Melissa headed for the double doors, but Ty wrapped a hand around

her waist and steered her to the left.

"Over here." He led her to a single door down a side corridor.

Quietly, they entered a smal room with eight theater-style seats. It looked like a small, private balcony in the

back of a theater, but facing a dark curtain only a yard or so away.

"He's not here," Melissa said. "Are you sure they said the Mariposa room?"

"This isn't the Mariposa room." Ty pushed a button on a control panel at the side of the room and the curtains parted. "This is the Mariposa room."

The parting curtains revealed a window looking onto a room. Inside the room, were several people, all naked.

"Oh, my." Melissa sank into a chair.

Ty sat beside her, gazing at her in concern.

She couldn't bring herself to look directly at the people, but beyond she could see that the wal s were mirrored .

. . reflecting more images of the naked people.

"There are other viewing rooms behind those mirrors."

"Other people are watching?"

"Watching. Possibly lost in their own activities. The viewing rooms are private. I've booked this one for the next two hours so no one wil interrupt us."

"But—"

"I didn't think you'd want other people to come in while you were watching this."

Her eyes narrowed. "And why would I want to watch?"

"Because that's your husband."

Melissa's gaze shifted to where Ty pointed.

There was Shane, fully naked and fully aroused.

He sat on the edge of the huge bed in the middle of the room, a woman kneeling in front of him. His cock slid in

and out of her mouth as she lovingly stroked his balls.

The sight of Shane naked, a sight she'd longed to see for so many years, mesmerized her. His muscular frame

and bronzed skin glowed in the soft light of the room. She wished the woman would move away so she could

see his cock, full and erect, for the very first time.

"Would you like me to get you a drink?" Ty asked.

She nodded, her gaze never straying from the lips gliding along Shane's cock. She relaxed a little once the door

closed behind Ty, relieved to be alone with her thoughts, and her disturbing need to watch Shane in his sexual

display.

Her breasts ached as her nipples pushed against her clothing, seeking escape. Behind the woman pleasuring

Shane, a man stroked her buttocks and thighs, while another man, with long hair drawn back into a pony-tail, sat

on a chair to the right with a woman on his lap. He caressed her breasts while she toyed with his raging hard

dick. The man behind Miss Lips drew her ass in the air, so she was on her hands and knees while sucking Shane.

The man behind her crouched down and leaned forward to lick her slick opening.

The door opened and she felt Ty sit down beside her. He handed her a drink, which she sipped, and coughed

because it was rum and Coke. She hadn't expected alcohol, but then she took another deep sip.

Warmth from the liquor washed through her, as her vagina tightened at the sight of one man licking Miss Lips

and Miss Lips sucking Shane. Melissa took another sip.

The licking man shifted onto his knees. His cock, at least nine inches of hard male flesh, sprang forward. He

grasped his cock in his hand and aimed it for Miss Lips's exposed slit, like an arrow going for a bull's-eye. She

glanced over her shoulder and smiled, Shane's cock left exposed and naked in her hand.

What a glorious cock it was! Melissa savored her very first sight of Shane's wonderful male member. As big

around as the woman's wrist . . . and long! Bigger than either of the other two men's, and it curved slightly.

Suddenly, it disappeared again as Miss Lips swal owed him deep into her mouth. The man behind her thrust

forward. Melissa's vagina clenched. The couple in the chair stroked each other as they watched with focused

attention. Her hand stroked up and down his shaft while his fingers disappeared between the moist lips

between her legs.

Melissa's hormones swelled within her, threatening to burst into a blaze of reckless behavior. Melissa watched

in sheer fascination as one man thrust in and out of Miss Lips and Shane's cock slid in and out of Miss Lips'

mouth. Melissa imagined her own mouth gliding along his long, hard cock.

She became extremely conscious of Ty's long, lean leg brushing hers. Suddenly, it was Ty's cock she imagined in

her mouth. A naughty image of both Shane and Ty sitting in front of her, cocks at attention, shimmered through

her brain, her mouth watering to pleasure both of them, then ride them for al she was worth. Her cheeks

burned.

The woman began to gasp and the man behind her thrust faster.

"Come on, honey," he urged.

She released Shane's cock from her mouth, pumping it with her hands.

"Oh, yeah, baby," she pleaded. "Make me come."