“I guess you’ll have to see,” she said, that taunting look in her eyes. It threw him off for a second; he wasn’t sure if she’d returned to their games of seduction. Was she playing a part again, that of the tease, the temptress? He had no interest in those roles anymore. He’d need to rid her of all interest in them too. One more night of driving her wild might do the trick.

“Sold for four thousand pounds,” the man said, and his assistants promptly brought a new work to the stage. “And now we have a sculpture from Franz Dubliner.”

Casey shot him a concerned look at the word sculpture.

He leaned in. “I’m fine. Don’t even think about it,” he said. To keep proving his point, he brushed his finger along the inside of her knee, heading in the direction he craved. The woman next to Casey had her gaze locked on the item on display at the front of the room, but he honestly didn’t care if anyone noticed that his hands were all over the woman in the emerald-green dress.

Casey’s eyes fluttered closed as his finger drifted north. He continued his travels, a grin working its way across his face at her reactions. The subtle hitch in her breath. The sweet, sexy sigh she tried to hide. The press of her thigh against his as she moved her leg closer, seeking any kind of contact as art buyers surrounding them bid on a sculpture.

“I can spend all night doing this,” he whispered.

“And the opening bid is five thousand pounds,” the loud voice boomed through the room.

The woman next to Casey raised her paddle, as Nate fingered the hem of her skirt. “Do you know what I thought when I first saw the picture of you in this dress? The one you texted me when I was in D.C.”

“What did you think?” she asked as their neighbor continued to raise the stakes.

“That you looked edible in it.” He traced the outside of her dress, skimming her thigh where she was pressed to his leg. “That the dress was like a goddamn temptation. When I saw you in it, my only thought was how much I wanted to push it up to your waist and slide my tongue over all the tight places in your body.”

Her hand shot out and grasped his, her fingers digging into the bones of his hand. A bolt of lust rocketed through him from her reaction.

“What would you do if I were against the wall right now?” she whispered, and he loved that she craved more dirty words. He had a whole arsenal of them to feed to her, to send heat between her legs, to turn her damp and hot and needy for him.

“If you were up against the wall, I’d fully expect you to hike up your skirt for me. Jut out your hips. Run your fingers along the outside of your panties and give me that naughty, wild look that tells me how much you love touching yourself. Then you’d need to dip your fingers between your legs. And once you do that, you’d better let me suck all that sweetness off them.”