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His hand left her pussy and went to her blouse, unfastening the buttons slowly. She looked over his shoulder, realizing they were standing in front of the outer walls, which were lined with glass.
    “Someone could see us.”
    “Yes, maybe, if they got close enough.” Her blouse was open now, but still tucked into her skirt. He put a hand over each breast, palming them through the satin of her bra. “You are so beautiful.”
    She blushed, then groaned as his hands slipped inside the bra, his fingers seeking her nipples. He found them easily enough, teasing the already rock hard buds until Fallon whimpered and tried to push herself into him.
    “Please.”
    “Not yet. It’s early, and we have all night to enjoy each other.”
    Yes, one night. She closed her eyes and gasped as his mouth claimed a nipple, sucking it in deeply, his tongue flickering over the bud as she wiggled, the hard wall against her back, his hard body against her front.
    “Tasty,” he said, running his tongue in the valley between her breasts and capturing the other nipple, his teeth nibbling it as she writhed against him. He was going to drive her crazy. She needed him inside her. Now.
    One of his hands dropped back between her legs and he expertly parted her lips, found her clit. He flicked his thumb over it.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear. “In my wildest dreams I never thought something this perfect would happen in this room.”
    He pinched her clit and she came, rocking against his hand, the feeling spreading over her like shock waves, leaving her limp and thankful for the chain that was holding her up.
    “Burke!”
    “Yes, Fallon? Is something wrong?” He sounded very pleased with himself.
    “Yes.” She thought back to their phone sessions. “I need to fuck, need to feel your dick inside my hot, wet pussy.”
    “Oh, I like that idea. But I’m not quite ready for it.” He stepped away from her, walking over to the table. She watched his every move, wondering what he would do next. Her arms were beginning to ache but it was a delicious feeling, even if her position did frighten her just a little.
    After all, she didn’t know that much about him. What if he were some sort of a sadist, and…her eyes bulged as he picked up a string of red tinsel and began walking back toward her. The garland trailed the floor on either side of him and she tried not to laugh as nerves sliced through her. It looked like it was long enough to…bind her whole body with. Oh good heavens above.
    “What are you going to do with that?”
    He stopped in front of her and rubbed the tinsel against her nipples, sliding it back and forth. The small strands tickled her already aroused buds and she cried out in pleasure.
    “It occurred to me that you might not show up. And then, I was afraid that you would show up and then try to leave. That’s why I rigged the device to bind you for a little while.”
    She smiled up at him. “Okay. But the tinsel?”
    “Something else occurred to me. You’re the most perfect Christmas present I’ve ever received. I’ve looked for a woman like you for years, Fallon.”
    He wrapped the tinsel around her waist, reaching behind her to trade the ends between his hands, bringing it to the front and letting it drop between her legs. He bent and wrapped her legs with each strand, then lifted the ends back up to her arms, repeating the motion.
    “Burke, you don’t know me.”
    “Yes, I do.” He took the two ends drop to her side. “Not as well as I’m going to, but I believe in sparks, and there was one between us. Admit it.”
    She nodded, afraid to let the words come out of her mouth. If she said them they would be real; would mean something.
    “I’m wrapping up my present, binding you to me. I’m not letting you go, Fallon.”
    Her heart went into double time as he kissed her again. “The tinsel is a symbol, of the spark we felt. I wanted to drape you in it so you’d feel it, let it soak into your