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"I don’t think I’d like you as a pu words "And I look terrible in orange"
He laughs, and ht on his knees and his erection rubbing provocatively on er, and I gasp as I suddenly realize that I’ve forgotten to breathe
He slides down er over the platinuan He looks atwith passion "You’re still mine," he whispers And then, before I can answer, he shifts position and enters me so swiftly that I cry out in surprise and passion We ently, and when I feel his body shudder abovethat he has found pleasure in my body
He rolls off me, then curls himself beside me "Nikki" It is not a demand or a question It is simply my name on his lips, and I soak it up like war, until I can no longer stand my immobility "Untie me," I say
He lifts his head to look at me I still see the heat in his eyes, but there is a playfulness, too He does not rush to release ernails on the iron bedfraet lost between themy options," he says "Why should I?"
"Because e you"
I aim a scowl at him "And because you have a cocktail party here on Saturday, and your guests will ask questions"
"Perhaps, but won’t it be nice to know that the guests will have plenty to talk about?"
"As uests of interesting conversation, I would still like er downThe sensation is delicious, a cross between a caress and a tickle, and les in his wake "And what is it that you wish to do with your hands, Ms Fairchild?"
"Touch you," I say boldly "I’ht has passed Aren’t we, sir?"
There is a pause before his head tilts down in a quick, formal nod "Yes, madam," he says as he leans past me to loosen the knots that hold my wrists in place "We are"
Once my hands are free, I sit up while he unbindsthe sensation of ain Then I kneel on the bed in front of Da nificent by the glow of candlelight I reach out, wanting to feel hiainst my skin Slowly, I lay my pal and steady like the ently back onto the bed and straddle hiainst either side of his waist I trail ers over his chest and watch the way one shting for control I s the power he’s relinquished to ," I say "I want you to feel the same"