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“Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like, Stefan?” she whispered feverishly, reaching down for his zipper. “Don’t you wonder how it would be to watch it, to feel it? I do,” she breathed. “I do and I want you. Now.”

The words snapped the thin thread of control holding him and he backed her up against the nearest wall of the club. When her fingers pulled him out, it tore a groan from him. He kissed her lips, her eyes, then he twined his fingers through her hair and tugged her head back to feast on her neck. More, he thought, and he slid up her short skirt to find only skin, only her, slick, swollen and ready.

“Sabrina,” he breathed, and it took everything he had to keep himself from letting go…not until his fingers were on her, not until he was in her, not until he felt her come.

The huge TV screen suspended above the bar, constantly flashed pImages** of the room. One man sent a woman writhing with every stroke of his tongue. On the dance floor, a couple discreetly fondled each other.

And in the corner, Sabrina, wrapped around Stef, impaled on him, braced against the wall, released a shuddering cry.