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Authors: Jennifer Kacey
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Romance, Bodyguard;Erotic;Brother’s Best Friend;Soulmates;New York;Fashion Designer;Virgin Heroine;Suspense;Stalker;red hot
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pulled her behind him towards a dark doorway around the nearest building.
All he could hear was the sharp cadence of her shoes as he led her to his door.
Clay released her hand, took his keys out and then froze as Angela ran her hands from his neck to his waist along his back and then all the way around the front of him.
She nibbled little love bites through his shirt on his back while undoing his belt. “Just thought you might need some incentive to get the door open,” the little vixen said behind him.
He finally did and walked inside just as Angela pulled his belt off with a whoosh.
He turned around to face her and saw his Angela, standing in the pool of light, staring back at him with a belt hanging from her hand. He was instantly hard, thinking about the forbidden fruit he was about to taste.
He jerked her inside, roughly kicking the door shut, locking it as Angela looked around his apartment for the first time.
It was sparsely decorated since he got to use it so infrequently. Normal bachelor pad stuff filled the space. Older leather couches, lamps from Goodwill, scarred coffee table in front of a huge TV. But it was clean. He made sure of it.
She turned to find him staring at her.
“I want you, Angie. I want you now.” Angela must have seen the need written on his face and the bulge in his pants meant for her as she looked down his body.
She dropped the belt on the floor with a thud, picked her hair up off her neck and slowly turned her back towards him.
“Then come take me. All you have to do is help me out of this dress.”
Chapter Seven
He moved toward her, but lifted her up, cradling her close to his chest.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she held tightly around his neck.
“I’m going to do this right,” was his answer.
He carried her up the stairs, straight into his bedroom. He was a big guy and had a bed to match. Large, masculine, but candles were lit on little glass plates, filling the room with dancing light.
He set her on her feet and her breathtaking smile lit up the space inside him. She looked like a fairy in the candlelight as she turned in a circle. Seemed his extra effort was paying off so far.
“You did all this?”
“I had a bit of help from one of my little old lady neighbors.”
“But, why? You said I was supposed to find someone else.What if I had done just that?”
Self-consciously, he shrugged. “I did say that you were supposed to find someone else, but I hoped that you wanted me as badly as I wanted you. I wanted this to be special for you.” A pause filled with sexual tension expanded between them. “Now, about that dress?”
Seduction filled her eyes as she slowly turned her back toward him again. Just like in his dreams, she pulled her hair over her shoulder, exposing the zipper.
Clay sauntered up behind her, deliberately tugging the zipper all the way down until it exposed the top of what he hoped were very brief black panties. The fact that she didn’t have a bra on didn’t escape his attention either.
He brushed his fingertips up her back, making her arch like a cat as a sigh escaped her lips.
Clay pushed the dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist.
He watched her work her hips out of the dress. It was a strip tease like he’d always dreamed of. Even as he hoped she’d never done it for anyone before. The way she wiggled sent all the blood to the swollen head of his dick, which was already dying to feel her beneath him.
When the dress fell to the floor, a groan echoed in his chest. That was apparently all the encouragement she needed to face him.
She stood there bare breasted, with small black panties covering her wetness and an evening gown pooled at her feet. Her body was a fantasy. Creamy skin covering taut muscles he’d felt beneath her dress when they were dancing.
Clay’s eyes couldn’t see enough at one time and he didn’t know what he wanted to touch first. Her perky breasts with nipples so hard they ached to
All he could hear was the sharp cadence of her shoes as he led her to his door.
Clay released her hand, took his keys out and then froze as Angela ran her hands from his neck to his waist along his back and then all the way around the front of him.
She nibbled little love bites through his shirt on his back while undoing his belt. “Just thought you might need some incentive to get the door open,” the little vixen said behind him.
He finally did and walked inside just as Angela pulled his belt off with a whoosh.
He turned around to face her and saw his Angela, standing in the pool of light, staring back at him with a belt hanging from her hand. He was instantly hard, thinking about the forbidden fruit he was about to taste.
He jerked her inside, roughly kicking the door shut, locking it as Angela looked around his apartment for the first time.
It was sparsely decorated since he got to use it so infrequently. Normal bachelor pad stuff filled the space. Older leather couches, lamps from Goodwill, scarred coffee table in front of a huge TV. But it was clean. He made sure of it.
She turned to find him staring at her.
“I want you, Angie. I want you now.” Angela must have seen the need written on his face and the bulge in his pants meant for her as she looked down his body.
She dropped the belt on the floor with a thud, picked her hair up off her neck and slowly turned her back towards him.
“Then come take me. All you have to do is help me out of this dress.”
Chapter Seven
He moved toward her, but lifted her up, cradling her close to his chest.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she held tightly around his neck.
“I’m going to do this right,” was his answer.
He carried her up the stairs, straight into his bedroom. He was a big guy and had a bed to match. Large, masculine, but candles were lit on little glass plates, filling the room with dancing light.
He set her on her feet and her breathtaking smile lit up the space inside him. She looked like a fairy in the candlelight as she turned in a circle. Seemed his extra effort was paying off so far.
“You did all this?”
“I had a bit of help from one of my little old lady neighbors.”
“But, why? You said I was supposed to find someone else.What if I had done just that?”
Self-consciously, he shrugged. “I did say that you were supposed to find someone else, but I hoped that you wanted me as badly as I wanted you. I wanted this to be special for you.” A pause filled with sexual tension expanded between them. “Now, about that dress?”
Seduction filled her eyes as she slowly turned her back toward him again. Just like in his dreams, she pulled her hair over her shoulder, exposing the zipper.
Clay sauntered up behind her, deliberately tugging the zipper all the way down until it exposed the top of what he hoped were very brief black panties. The fact that she didn’t have a bra on didn’t escape his attention either.
He brushed his fingertips up her back, making her arch like a cat as a sigh escaped her lips.
Clay pushed the dress from her shoulders, letting it fall to her waist.
He watched her work her hips out of the dress. It was a strip tease like he’d always dreamed of. Even as he hoped she’d never done it for anyone before. The way she wiggled sent all the blood to the swollen head of his dick, which was already dying to feel her beneath him.
When the dress fell to the floor, a groan echoed in his chest. That was apparently all the encouragement she needed to face him.
She stood there bare breasted, with small black panties covering her wetness and an evening gown pooled at her feet. Her body was a fantasy. Creamy skin covering taut muscles he’d felt beneath her dress when they were dancing.
Clay’s eyes couldn’t see enough at one time and he didn’t know what he wanted to touch first. Her perky breasts with nipples so hard they ached to
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