It had been torture to stand within inches of her — smelling her perfume, knowing she was naked under the red dress — and not touch her. By the time they got to dinner he could hardly see through the animal lust roaring in his veins. Five years ago he would have taken her to the men’s room — or the women’s — and fucked her then and there. But not this time. He’d almost let her ruin him. He was going to stay in control this time, whatever it took. Make her beg for it. Beg for him. He removed the gloves slowly, letting his eyes comb her body, wanting her to know that he was making plans for it. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling, a dead giveaway that she was as on fire as him. Good. They were in this together. Had always been in it together. He walked deliberately toward her, keeping his eyes on hers, letting the anticipation between them continue to build.
