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  “You’re driving me wild,” the blond man, the one who had first drawn her onto the dance floor, said.

  His name, she had learned, was Ted. He’d taken her to one of the barely lit booths lining the wall, where he’d dug his fingers into the coat’s lush thickness, stroking it. Stroking her. He pulled the hood up so it framed her face. “God, you’re like an animal!”

  She didn’t want to think about why being like an animal turned him on so much because that was just too weird. Instead, Rhea simply enjoyed the feeling of his mouth working against hers. Ted pulled her close to him, nibbling on her ear.

  “I want you so bad,” he whispered huskily and put her hand on his crotch.

  Rhea stroked him through the material, thinking of how many times she’d been groped in dark corners by men like this. How often she’d traded strokes for drinks, for the few minutes of being made to feel wanted. How many dark corners like this one she’d come out of with smeared lipstick and tangled hair.

  “Go down on me,” she said suddenly.

  To give him credit, Ted barely paused. “What? Here? Now?” he said around nibbling her jaw and throat.

  “Here. Now.”

  She didn’t think he would. She’d underestimated the power of the coat. Without another word, Ted slid off the seat to kneel in front of her. He pushed up her dress past her thighs and unerringly found her clit with his tongue, even through the lace of her panties. He stabbed at her flesh, prodding it with his tongue. He looked up at her briefly, eyes glazed, and swiped his tongue across his lips. He dove down again, pausing this time to tug down her panties. His lips found her. He kissed her pussy. Just kissed it, the same as he would her mouth, kissed it over and over until her clit swelled.

  Then he began to tongue her in earnest. The fur on her hood tickled her face as she leaned her head back. The music pounded in her ears, echoing the thumping of her heart, which in turn echoed between her legs.

  Damn, she thought, dazed from booze and exertion, the music making it hard to think. Ted knew what he was doing down there. He licked her in steady, smooth strokes, each one precise, centered on her clitoris. Every so often, just enough to keep her on edge, he did some sort of flutter-flip that had her pumping her hips against his mouth.

  She’d never had oral sex like this. Any sex like this for that matter. Past lovers, if they’d deigned to go down on her, had done it with lackluster effort and little enthusiasm. Ted was making love to her pussy like it was the last thing he was ever going to do for the rest of his life.

  Rhea groaned, the noise lost beneath the club’s pounding soundtrack. This coat, she thought incoherently. This coat fucking rocks!

  Ted slid a finger inside her, then another, twisting them while he fluttered his tongue against her clit. Rhea spread her legs farther, inviting him without words to keep working his magic. And, boy, did he ever.

  Her orgasm inched closer and closer. Ted slid his hands under her ass, pushing his face against her, fucking her with his tongue and fingers and teeth…oh, mercy…teeth? She yelped, arching against him, the noise lost in the noise from the club.

  She felt him chuckle against her, the vibrations rumbling through her pussy and sending her crashing over the edge into climax. Neon colored stars flashed in front of her closed eyes. The pounding of her heart drowned out the bass from the dance music.

  “That is some coat,” growled Ted into her ear.

  Rhea sat up and flipped the coat closed over her front, then pulled him to her for a kiss. The taste of her on his lips sent another surge of arousal through her. “Take me home.”

  Rhea was no virgin. She’d had her share of lovers, most of them picked up at this nightclub or others just like it. Sometimes the men she went home with were good looking, even attractive. And they were always drunk.

  Ted, on the other hand, was gorgeous. Rhea had always known her looks would never win any awards. What had the fur store clerk said? “Frizzy hair. Freckles. Men don’t flock around you much.” That had always been true…before tonight.

  “Your place,” Rhea said, and was surprised to hear the sultry, smoky tone of her own voice.

  Now, with the wolf coat swirling around her ankles and Ted’s lips against her throat, Rhea felt a thousand miles away from the woman who had ventured down that dripping alley just a few hours ago. She arched her chest against Ted’s questing fingers and rubbed the bulge in his pants. He had said she was like an animal, and didn’t she feel like one? Fierce and passionate? And…pretty?

  They didn’t even make it out the club door before he’d pushed her up against a wall and slid his hand beneath her skirt. His fingers inched down and found her slickness, left over from before, and Rhea let out a low moan. A growl, really, that surprised her and made Ted shudder against her while he tongued her neck. His finger stroked her once, twice, and her hips bucked on the verge of orgasm. He slipped one finger inside her, and she came like a freight train.

  “C’mon,” he whispered in her ear while she sagged against him in stunned satisfaction. “Let’s get out of here.”

  Ted drove a Jaguar, a black one, and he drove it fast. Rhea opened all the windows, and let the night hair whip her hair and the fur of the wolf coat together until it was impossible to tell where she ended and the coat began. A howl rose in her throat and she let it out, amused at how the noise made Ted squirm in his seat. She pressed her fingers to his crotch and felt the throb of his arousal, and Rhea laughed, free like the animal he had called her. Free like a wolf.

  Ted proved to be as skilled at lovemaking as he was at dancing and driving. Rhea wasn’t surprised. It all had something to do with the coat.

  They were scarcely in the door before he’d pushed her up against the wall, kissing her and running his hands up and down her sides. “Bedroom…” he mumbled. “That way.”

  Rhea turned her head to see a door at the end of the hall. The husky tone of her voice made her smile. “Can we make it that far, do you think?”

  Ted huffed against her neck, lifting her skirt higher around her hips. “If we don’t, we’ll just have to fuck another time.”

  That did surprise her, enough to push him back. “Another time?”

  Ted pulled away to look into her eyes. “Well, sure.”

  He seemed puzzled, running his mouth up and down her chin before pulling away again. “Don’t you like me?”

  “I don’t even know you,” Rhea replied.

  “You could get to know me.”

  She laughed, throwing back her head and letting the coat ripple around her. Then she walked toward the bedroom, curling her finger for him to follow. “We’ll see.”

  She’d never been in a position of such power before. A man actually insinuating he wanted more than just one night? She was sure, now that she had it, that she wanted that. This was too much fun.

  “On the bed,” she told him, looking around. Nice furniture, expensive. Black comforter on a white-painted bed. Well-chosen prints in black and white on the walls, which were white. Through another door she saw a bathroom, decorated in the same colors. He had quite a theme going on.

  Obligingly, Ted went to the bed and stripped back the comforter to reveal plain sheets. Rhea grinned, walking toward him with a sway in her hips she’d never mastered before tonight. “Nice.”

  He grinned, stretching out on them, hands behind his head. “Thanks.”

  “Take off your clothes.”

  Still grinning, he sat up to undo the buttons on his shirt. He shrugged out of the shirt, revealing a chest rippling with muscles. The line of hair on his belly trailed over what she thought was called an eight-pack. Yummy.

  “Never been with a man like you,” she murmured, coming closer.

  “Never been with a woman like you.”

  Rhea laughed and tossed her hair. “I believe that.”

  “No. I mean it. You’re amazing.”

  That stopped her for a moment. She looked down at herself, at the coat, the soft fur beneath her fingers. He was