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I can’t believethat after a speech like that Michael would take the liht; they only seem to matter when they benefit his career But why aay, and I’ but a pawn to him…
Why should I restrain myself when Michael doesn’t? If he can do whatever he wants, so can I And thathiether, I still crave hiether, I can barely think of anything else
Closing the divider between the driver, and us I move closer to him in the seat, er, lust Everything that my husband denies me, his son has in excess
I’ as I realize that I won’t be able to controlfor hiently We’re sitting side by side, looking at our reflection in the mirror that faces us
“Takehirin and I don’t need to explainbetween our lips when they press together Both his hands are on ainstinto his eyes There’s a mischievous expression on his face, one that tells me he already kneouldn’t be able to resist him
“If that’s what you want,” he s to rab his jacket and, with all the patience in the world, take it off of hi his shirt, anticipating hoill feel to brush ers over the smooth skin of his chest
“It’s what I need,” I tell hi in ers over the dimples in my lower back, in that narrow patch of naked skin just before oes upas I succu? What if it’s scandalous? Sometimes we all need a bit of scandal in our lives Particularly if it involves so and handsome as Lance
His fingers go aroundthe contour offast, and it’s not because of lust and desire Sure, there’s that too, but so more powerful, more… wickedly sinful As we touch, the alcheht, forbidden into mandatory
I finish unbuttoning his shirt and brushtheir contour as if I’ o to his neck; his own hands go up ently, he parts his lips and slowly brushes his tongue against mine
How is it even possible to crave someone so much?
His hands go up ers on the straps of my dress He pulls the overmy bra
He looks athis lips unconsciously as he looks at my almost naked chest, and then pulls ainst his, and I can feel it prickling, goose buers on my back as he unhooks the velvety bra I still have on I let it slide downa ripple of electricity down my torso as the cool air of the room laps at them
I sit still, letting Lance take a good hard look at ; he just sits there, byat my body as if I’m the last woman on earth
“You can’t iine how much I want you How rab at his shirt and take it off his body, running the open palm ofers trace a slow and tortuous line over his chest and abs, and then down to his belt Hooking ers around it, I pull Lance into ainst each other I reach for him with my mouth and tenderly bite his lower lips
“I can iine it,” I say, “I need it as much as you”