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17 Rhys led her to a private area of the club on the second level that she hadn’t realized was there, completely deserted but for them. He pulled her into a cushioned booth and picked up where he left off, setting her body on fire with his kisses, sliding his tongue against hers and pulling her into his lap, heat pooling between her legs. As if with a life of their own, her hips ground against him and she could feel his hard length pushing against her. He slid one hand along her thigh, stroking slowly, building up an impossible pressure between her legs. His other hand pulled the dress down and immediately started rubbing her left n****e. The hand on her thigh slid over the seam of her s*x, the fact that it was over her panties did nothing to curb the stars she was already seeing, or