He’s just an ass who tries very hard to buy his way through life.” Chelsea seethed at the memory of the man who had demanded sex on their first da...e, just because he had taken her to Masa for dinner. She hadn’t asked him to spend 900 on dinner. She didn’t even like sushi. Liam watched Chelsea intently for a moment, then turned his attention back to the producer. “We’ll do it,” he said. “What? Are you speaking for me?” she asked incredulously. “Ummm…let me think…yes? Cliff Davis’s heir will be. Her red taffeta skirt was full and short and matched the color and fabric of her big-bowed shoes. It was picked up also by the scarf-bow in her hair. How beautiful she looked this morning, and how fragrant she smelled. No, there was nothing ordinary about Sarah Kaufman and if she wanted him to wear taffeta petticoats, well, he hastily stepped into the last two of them. They were so full, so many that the top one seemed to stand out straight to the sides. He felt ridiculous like this. His back. Clear and distinct from the quiet conversations around us. I turned quickly, but I couldn't see the singer. From somewhere, not even aloud, I heard what I could have sworn was Harry's laugh, and the hairs on the back of my neck rose. I shivered."Did you hear that?" I spoke as quietly as I could to Persephone."What?" The six or seven notes? The laughter?"She shook her head."No, Sam. Nothing. What was it?" I don't know, and that bothers me."I stepped over to the other three and asked the same. The pressure on her pussy more. With each stroke, she bucked her hips to him until his fingers were buried deep inside her dripping pussy and his thumb massaged her hard clit.He new how close she was to orgasm, he knew her well. God he wanted to taste her.He bent toward her now, his tongue circling around her clit, not touching it. "Oh Harry." she moaned, "don't tease me." He flicked his tongue across her clit again and again. She arched her back as she felt the waves wash over her, calling his.