The Millionaire's Unexpected Proposal (Entangled Indulgence) by Jane Peden Page B

public display of seduction. After the way she’d tormented him all evening, he wasn’t sure which was more tempting—taking her to bed, or putting her across his knee.
    She apparently thought she had him just where she wanted him. At least her antics had given him the perfect excuse to make an early exit and haul her out of there, since by now virtually everyone in the place thought that he was completely under her spell. She waved good-byes with a smug little smile as he pulled her toward the door, stopping by the ladies’ room just long enough to retrieve the jacket she’d discarded earlier.
    He’d see if she was as flirty and sure of herself once he got her in the backseat of the limo.
    …
    After a few glasses of champagne, Camilla was pleasantly relaxed. Flirting openly with Sam had been so much fun, especially since he’d been the one controlling everything since the moment she’d shown up at his office. It was about time the tables were turned a little. And it had been no hardship falling into the pretense that they were in love. Sam was utterly charming when he wanted to be, and the way he filled out a tuxedo would make any woman’s heart beat a little faster. Somewhere during the evening she’d crossed the line from pretending to be attracted to him to really feeling the chemistry igniting between then. Apparently her body hadn’t gotten the memo that none of this was real.
    She glanced over at Sam. He looked tense, his jaw set in a hard line. His eyes darkened as they met hers.
    “I want you over here.”
    “Okay.” She moved over closer to him, intending to take the seat beside him, but he gripped her arms and held her facing him.
    “Now.” He pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him, her short dress sliding up her thighs, and she felt her attraction to him spike into sharp arousal.
    She heard herself gasp. The intensity of her response to him was way beyond anything she remembered from Vegas.
    All the flirting between them over the long evening had led to this point, and she couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her skin. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, then pulled it down so it bunched around her waist. He shoved her strapless bra up. The cool blast of air-conditioning hit her bare breasts and she felt her nipples pucker. Then, finally, his hands were on her, gripping the sides of her ribs, his thumbs rubbing back and forth none too gently over her nipples. “Sam, wait, the driver—”
    “—is behind the screen. We can do whatever we want.”
    She knew the windows of the limo were darkened, that no one could see in, but she could see them, people on the street, when the limo stopped at a light, slowed to make a turn. Fleeting glimpses of Miami nightlife as the limo sped up, the bright lights of the city blurring. It was fast and shocking and reckless, having his hands on her like this while the city surrounded them. She struggled to catch her breath and watched his eyes darken with arousal.
    “You play the game very well, Camilla.” His breath was hot on her neck as he pulled her closer, his hand sliding up under the back of her dress, across the band of lace on her cheeky panties. They’d been practical under the smooth silk of the tight black dress. Now they seemed wanton.
    She squirmed on his lap, and the feel of her bare skin against his tuxedo pants was wildly erotic.
    “I don’t know what you mean,” she said, the words a breathy gasp, as he mercilessly tweaked her nipples, first one and then the other, between this thumb and forefinger until the sensations shooting through her body were almost unbearable.
    His voice was low, with an edge of amusement. “The coy looks, the flirtatious smiles, clinging to my side like a lover. Everyone in that room thought we couldn’t wait to get our hands on each other.”
    “That’s what you said you wanted.” She’d taken perverse delight in tormenting him all evening, but he deserved it. What she hadn’t