Circle of Deception by Carla Swafford Page A

allowed out of my sight.” He pulled out a wad of bills, peeled off two hundreds, and grabbed the woman’s hand, folding her fingers around the paper.
    The woman’s penned-on brows rose as she nodded, staring at the money. “I’ll give you twenty minutes and then you must come out.”
    “That will be long enough.” He grinned, but her nervous look warned that he’d failed to assure her of his honesty.
    A short hallway led to three changing rooms with only one door closed. He jerked it open. Abby gasped as she twirled around to face him.
    She’d taken off her blouse, leaving on the skirt that fascinated him. Her bra matched the cream-colored wedding dress she’d worn earlier and pushed her breasts to delightful mounds that begged to be touched.
    “What are you doing back here? You’re going to get us in trouble.” She turned her back, but with the mirrors he could still see everything. “The last thing we need is to draw attention.”
    Seeing all of that smooth skin, his fingers burned to touch her. He ran his palms down her bare arms.
    “Then you need to be very quiet.” He turned her around and pressed her back against a mirror. His mouth covered the pulse on her neck. She smelled of flowers and sweetness. The softest skin Rex ever touched heated beneath his tongue and fingers. As he tasted her special flavor, his leg separated her thighs, and he thrust his erection along silk-covered moistness. He didn’t care if she darkened his trousers. Hell, he probably helped her.
    “Rex. Please,” she moaned.
    At first, he expected her to shove him off, but instead she hooked her fingernails into his shoulders and held on as he licked and sucked his way down her neck to her breasts.
    Satisfied that she wouldn’t fight him, he ordered in a low rumble, “Do not move your hands away from the mirror.”
    “Why?” She gasped as he yanked her bra down and cupped her breasts, nipples tight with need against his palms.
    “Time for you to learn not to run from me, from this. You know better. I’ll find you and bring you down.” His tongue swirled around the end of a taut coral tip. He loved how they were pebble hard. He bit at the tender flesh and sucked hard.
    She gasped his name.
    His hand slid between their bodies and her legs. “Is your clit as stiff as your nipples?”
    She whimpered and tossed her head back and forth as his finger slipped beneath the piece of silky material and pressed into her moistness.
    “Oh, yeah. Hard as a pebble.” He dropped to his knees, slipping her thong down her long legs. She didn’t resist as his hands spread her legs apart. Her well-trimmed mons, swollen and wet, was petal soft. His thumbs opened the folds to allow his tongue to dip inside. One swipe and he grinned and looked up. “See, your body remembers me. Spread your legs a little wider, sweetheart.”
    In the throes of sexual need, her eyes half closed, she arched her back and moaned, rhythmically pressing her groin against his hand. He tongued the hard knot, keeping his gaze on her. She moaned and used her fingers to twist and pull at her nipples.
    He stopped to press his cheek to her thigh for a second as he rubbed her clit with a thumb. “I love watching you. Later you can put on a show for me.” That was a sight any man would pay good money to see. His cock pulsed. Damn, she was so hot. Her obvious immersion in what he did to her body almost caused him to lose control.
    His mouth returned to licking and sucking her responsive clit. He thrust a finger into her hot depths and she whimpered. A second finger pumped into her brought a hissing yes . His other hand squeezed a cheek to hold her in place.
    Another long hiss released between her teeth matched the length of time her flesh throbbed beneath his tongue. He continued to flick and draw on the bundle of nerves until the last tremble faded.
    He licked her slit from back to front. “That’s a good girl.” Then he kissed her thigh, followed by her stomach, as he