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Once she got the cups in place, she rose fro the straps in place "Hook it for me, would you? Third tier"

He slid his hands under the cashe, his darker, tanned pigainst her pale, soft flesh She had a small mole below the bra strap that he caressed She’d drawn the thick tail of her hair over her shoulder so it was out of his way, exposing her delicate nape As he rose, he followed the curve of her rib cage, and then moved his palh she leaned back, giving hi is cheating"

"As you wish" He ers teased her nipples before he relocated to her back, and was rewarded by a quick jerk of her hips, a rub against his pelvis Her chuckle had that sexy breathiness to it

He hooked the bra and was treated to the sight of her adjusting the cups onceover her curves When she slipped away from him and turned, she’d left the top two buttons of the sweater open, a feast of lace and swelling flesh to drive hiale-minded about it "Would you like so old found in a pharaoh’s tomb He took a seat as she ers of the quality liquor, and then returned, her body a dance of sex

She leaned over his shoulder, put the drink on the table by the hand he had resting in a deceptively relaxed pose She paused long enough that he could get a close-up of her cleavage When she started to straighten, he caught her open collar in two fir with one of your trained house cats"

"I surely hope not" She slipped frorasp Before she circled back to her side of the table, she indulged herself That slipped button and few teeth down on his zippernails caressed the upper rise of his ass between that and the waistband Ithim there as he thrust inside her

He could end it, just clear the table with one sweep of his arh as he wanted, and she’d love it Hell, he kneould But the way she wove sexual energy into everything she did and said, the way she played the ga a , to see what she did next, to see what straould aze She was as stirred up as he was, and what increased the potency were their co abilities to channel it, hold back She was a witch who ran a house of erotic proher than she ever thought she could soar He wanted to take her to the o with her

So he ht win the next hand, but she’d already won seven consecutive hands The odds of poker said, no ood the player, she would lose a hand eventually, and he didn’t want to arrest her forward ive her his trust

He didn’t drop any cards, didn’t add any As a result, he lost the next hand with nothing against her pair of twos He laid his hand down faceup, so she saw Raina’s lips pressed together That curl that teased the corner of her athered the cards, pushed them to the side

"Will you put your hands on the chair arers over the ornate carved ends It was a good-sized chair When he first sat in it, he’d gotten a brief gli in it to sars, s the fiery burn of bourbon as they wore dinner-party finery and talked about what Southern gentlerace of different times, the civilized veneer She didn’t deny the barbaric side of human nature, but she celebrated those moments when they set that aside and eet restraints froy, the conjuring of heat, and glanced down to see a barbed, fiery, twisting rope of power curl around his wrist, wrap from his forearh, winding under it and down to his ankle, securing it to the chair leg

Another serpentine length appeared on the left side As it followed the sa his skin with licks of heat, tiny pricks as it tightened, he looked back up at her "I can get out of this, if I choose to do so"

"They would burn, and cut"

"I’m not afraid of pain"