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him, but she’d dressed with easy access in mind.
           She skimmed a finger along the
bustier-style bodice. “Why don’t you do the honors?”
           Jud eyed the zipper running the length of
her red leather dress. Reversible, it could be undone from either end. He leaned
down and slowly zipped up until he revealed her neatly trimmed bush. His eyes
on hers, he trailed a finger over her sex just short of slipping inside her
folds. Her body reacted with a flow of warmth and moisture from deep inside.
           “Naughty woman. If I’d known you were bare,
I don’t think I could have resisted your zipper down in the bar.”
           Which is what she’d had in mind when she
chose the dress.
           His mouth quirked up on one side. “And
that’s exactly what you were hoping for, wasn’t it? Did I disappoint you?”
           She’d wanted his hands on her, but somehow
that kiss had been all the hotter for the fact that he’d only touched her lips.
“You haven’t disappointed me yet, Jud.” She raised one brow, then shrugged.
“But there’s always a first time.”
           “Always keeping me on my toes.”
           “Or on yours knees,” she said, hinting at what he could do for her now to make up for it.
           “Sweetheart, I’ve been on my knees for you
for months now. You just haven’t noticed.”
           “Talk, talk, talk. Let’s get to the main
course.”
           “This is the main course. Everything we do is.” He held a strip of the dress and zipped
to the top with a flourish. The leather fell away and dropped to the floor,
leaving her naked except for her red high heels and the choker at her throat.
He leaned in, skimmed his lips along the beaded necklace, inhaling deeply.
“Appetizer, main course, dessert,” he whispered, the rush of his breath across
her skin making her shiver.
           God. All these years, maybe she’d been
rushing things. She hadn’t gone straight to intercourse, but she hadn’t taken
time to enjoy sexy banter, kissing, or simple touches. The dance of attracting
a man had been her foreplay, but once she’d chosen a partner, she’d jumped to
the erogenous zones, which was nice indeed, but purely physical. She’d missed
the slow build of passion. She had a feeling Jud could keep up the play until
she screamed and begged for a fast, hard fuck.
           The way his gaze stroked her bare flesh was
far more than an appetizer. Her skin flushed, her breathing jumped a notch, and
her body slickened deep inside in anticipation.
           “You have the most enticing breasts I’ve
ever seen. Hold them up for me.”
           She cupped herself, unable to resist a
slight pinch on each nipple to make them hard and rosy.
           “Stop that, or I’ll fuck you where you
stand.”
           “Control yourself, Jud.” But again, a
thrill zoomed to her clitoris. Yes. Definitely. She’d missed something big.
Long, slow foreplay. If nothing else, that’s what she’d take away from this
time with Jud. Slow down. Enjoy the flirty touches, fingers roaming her back,
long hand strokes up her calves to her thighs, a deep kiss. Except that she
didn’t find the prospect of a sexy kiss so attractive with say, Erik or Caesar,
her boys of Saturday night. There wasn’t a man she’d been with in the last few
months that she could say she felt like kissing. Except Jud.
           It must be that he had a magic tongue.
Speaking of which, she wanted it on her, in her, all over her. Soon.
           He turned her, patted her bottom, and
pushed her to the tub’s two steps. “Bend over and put your hands on the edge.”
           She still wore her shoes, and the stance
had her butt in the air, her pussy open for his view. The mirror behind the tub
revealed him squatting fully clothed by her side. His hand moved as if to
caress, but there was only his breath on her backside, nothing more. He lifted
one foot