“No, you’re not! Come on, we haven’t had a drink together yet. And who’s that gorgeous woman on your arm?”

“Sabrina, meet Wade Williams. Wade, this is Sabrina, my girlfriend.” He waited impatiently for them to shake hands, then addressed Wade again. “Sorry, buddy, but we’ve really gotta run. Why don’t I call you and have you come over to my place for dinner?”

“Sounds great!” his friend agreed.

“Great then! See you soon.” Daniel turned, his arm around Sabrina, and froze.

Audrey stood in front of them, blocking their way. “Hi Daniel, fancy seeing you here. You didn’t mention the other day that you were coming to Zach’s party. If I’d known… ”

He narrowed his eyes. “I was just leaving.”

“Not on my account, I hope.” She tossed a dismissive look at Sabrina. “Well, I guess you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do.”

Beside him, he could sense Sabrina’s body tense. Without another word, he walked past Audrey, guiding Sabrina away from her and out the door.

As soon as they reached the elevator, he pressed the button. “I’m sorry, baby. Had I known she’d show up, we would have never come.”

“What did she mean by you didn’t mention to her the other day that you were coming to Zach’s party?” Sabrina asked, frowning, her shoulders stiff.

Shit! Two seconds in Audrey’s presence and she’d managed to say something that could get him in trouble with Sabrina.

“Nothing, Sabrina. She’s just being vicious and trying to stir up trouble, because she can’t stand the fact that I’m in love with you.”

He pulled her into his arms and slanted his lips over her. “I love you. Don’t let anybody ever make you believe otherwise.”

Then he kissed her and extinguished any protest she might have wanted to voice. When her arms came around his neck and her body molded to his, he knew he’d averted the worst.

Daniel had arranged for his driver, Maurice, to wait for them and take them home in the limousine, and now he was grateful for it, because it gave him and Sabrina more privacy than a cab would have afforded them.

During the entire drive home, Daniel continued kissing her. He wasn’t going to allow this little chance encounter with Audrey to destroy Sabrina’s good mood. It was difficult enough for her to adjust to life in New York.

By the time they reached his apartment and closed the door behind them, he had no self control left.

“Let’s go to bed,” he whispered against her swollen lips.

“I don’t want to sleep yet,” she murmured, her hand sliding to his ass and yanking him to her.

“Neither do I.”

They tumbled into the bedroom, impatiently tearing on each other’s clothes. When Sabrina stepped out of her dress, only a thong and a garter belt and stockings covering her heated body, Daniel rid himself of his boxer briefs.

She reached for the garters, intending to undo the fastenings and release the stockings, when he stopped her by capturing her hand.

She looked up at him, startled.

“Leave them on.” Then he hooked his thumbs under the strings of her panties and pulled them down. “But let’s lose those panties.”

When said garment fell to the floor, Daniel roamed his eyes over Sabrina’s body.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met,” he confessed, gently sliding his hand over her hip.

She smiled and edged closer, her hand wandering over his chest and slowly dipping lower, her eyes following the path her hand took. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Not so bad, huh?”

He took her hand and wrapped it around his fully erect cock. “Would you like to revise your remark?”

She squeezed him. “Not bad at all.” She paused, licking her lips. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever touched anything as impressive as your cock.”

At her last word, he groaned. He loved it when she used words like that, when she talked dirty to him while they had sex. It turned him on more than anything. And now that he knew that she was into all kinds of experimentation, having proven it when they’d made love in his office, he got even more excited every time he knew they were about to have sex.

Sabrina had turned into quite a seductress, more so than he could have ever hoped for.

“Tell me,” she whispered now, bringing her head to his ear, her soft breath caressing him. “What would you like? Would you like me lying on the bed, my legs spread wide for you, or would you rather bend me over that chaise longue and take me hard from behind?”