was willing to do anything to feel him inside her. She reached for the zipper on her slacks.
He stopped her hand. ‘I’ll do that. I’ve played this film in my head a thousand times the past few weeks.’ He slid the second button free, then the third, his slender fingers deft and quick. After he opened the fourth button, he unclasped the hook on her waistband, slid the zipper down, freed her blouse tails from her slacks and slowly opened the plain white linen as if he were unveiling the
Venus de Milo
, the
Mona Lisa
and all the wonders of the world.
He exhaled softly as her pale flesh was fully revealed, remembering how her skin felt – the silken warmth, the softness – and how she always responded to his touch with eagerness, wild for sensation … for him. The déjà vu triggers were almost overwhelming. He sucked in a shaky breath.
‘Are you remembering?’ she whispered, as though she could read his mind, as though they were watching the same movie, listening to the same song.
He looked up, nodded. ‘I’ve replayed every breath, every heartbeat, every good thing that happened to us.’
‘Along with every mind-blowing orgasm,’ she said with a small smile.
‘Oh, yeah, those most of all. So you’re not going anywhere this time.’
‘Is that a fact?’
‘Fucking A. Hell can do without me for a while. And I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t even think about leaving.’
‘What if I have to work?’
‘You don’t have to work.’
‘What if I
want
to work?’
‘Then I’ll see what I can do about working you,’ he said with a grin.
‘Sex fiend.’
‘Uh-uh. I just try to keep up, babe. You’re the one who sets the wicked pace.’
‘I hope you’re not looking for an apology.’
‘No way. I’m thanking my lucky stars you fell into my life. And now that you have, I’m locking the door behind you.’
‘So I’m your captive?’
‘Something like that. You’re also the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time and I’m not stupid enough to let you go.’
‘What if I want to go?’
He smiled. ‘Then I wouldn’t be doing my job.’ His smile faded. ‘Look, if and when that happens, we’ll talk about it.’
‘If I didn’t want you so badly, I’d take serious issue with your views.’
‘Then I’ll count my blessings and stay hard for you. How about that?’
She sniffed. ‘You’re impossible. But I want you anyway.’
‘I think we’ve both played that card before. But we’re working with a new deck now, baby – new times, bettertimes. We’re not going to screw this one up. So let’s see what we can do about making each other feel good for the foreseeable future. OK?’ He smiled. ‘Gimme a yes.’
‘Yes, sir,’ she said, smiling back.
He grinned. ‘There you go, baby. You’re playin’ my song.’
He slid the blouse off her shoulders, down her arms, over her hands, pulled it aside and let it drop from his fingers. ‘Now, what do we have here?’ he whispered.
His erection answered first, surging higher.
She took notice. ‘He likes me,’ she murmured.
‘Oh, yeah.’ He held her gaze, his flame hot. ‘He’s missed you – and these,’ he murmured, sliding a fingertip over the pale swell of her breasts. Her sumptuous tits were more beautiful than he’d remembered, ripe, plump, ostentatious, her nipples already hard and peaked, waiting to be kissed. He gently touched first one taut crest then the other, the pad of his finger feather light – a grazing caress, delicate.
Riveting. She sucked in a breath, moaned, spiking pleasure melting downwards in a warm, blissful flood.
He was instantly overcome with jealousy at the familiar sound, at her hair-trigger arousal, at her lack of restraint. ‘No one’s seen these since Hong Kong, right?’ His dark brows were angled in a frown. ‘Humour me, baby. This is a whole new world for me.’
‘I should say no,’ she whispered, wishing she could, wishing some other man could
He stopped her hand. ‘I’ll do that. I’ve played this film in my head a thousand times the past few weeks.’ He slid the second button free, then the third, his slender fingers deft and quick. After he opened the fourth button, he unclasped the hook on her waistband, slid the zipper down, freed her blouse tails from her slacks and slowly opened the plain white linen as if he were unveiling the
Venus de Milo
, the
Mona Lisa
and all the wonders of the world.
He exhaled softly as her pale flesh was fully revealed, remembering how her skin felt – the silken warmth, the softness – and how she always responded to his touch with eagerness, wild for sensation … for him. The déjà vu triggers were almost overwhelming. He sucked in a shaky breath.
‘Are you remembering?’ she whispered, as though she could read his mind, as though they were watching the same movie, listening to the same song.
He looked up, nodded. ‘I’ve replayed every breath, every heartbeat, every good thing that happened to us.’
‘Along with every mind-blowing orgasm,’ she said with a small smile.
‘Oh, yeah, those most of all. So you’re not going anywhere this time.’
‘Is that a fact?’
‘Fucking A. Hell can do without me for a while. And I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t even think about leaving.’
‘What if I have to work?’
‘You don’t have to work.’
‘What if I
want
to work?’
‘Then I’ll see what I can do about working you,’ he said with a grin.
‘Sex fiend.’
‘Uh-uh. I just try to keep up, babe. You’re the one who sets the wicked pace.’
‘I hope you’re not looking for an apology.’
‘No way. I’m thanking my lucky stars you fell into my life. And now that you have, I’m locking the door behind you.’
‘So I’m your captive?’
‘Something like that. You’re also the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time and I’m not stupid enough to let you go.’
‘What if I want to go?’
He smiled. ‘Then I wouldn’t be doing my job.’ His smile faded. ‘Look, if and when that happens, we’ll talk about it.’
‘If I didn’t want you so badly, I’d take serious issue with your views.’
‘Then I’ll count my blessings and stay hard for you. How about that?’
She sniffed. ‘You’re impossible. But I want you anyway.’
‘I think we’ve both played that card before. But we’re working with a new deck now, baby – new times, bettertimes. We’re not going to screw this one up. So let’s see what we can do about making each other feel good for the foreseeable future. OK?’ He smiled. ‘Gimme a yes.’
‘Yes, sir,’ she said, smiling back.
He grinned. ‘There you go, baby. You’re playin’ my song.’
He slid the blouse off her shoulders, down her arms, over her hands, pulled it aside and let it drop from his fingers. ‘Now, what do we have here?’ he whispered.
His erection answered first, surging higher.
She took notice. ‘He likes me,’ she murmured.
‘Oh, yeah.’ He held her gaze, his flame hot. ‘He’s missed you – and these,’ he murmured, sliding a fingertip over the pale swell of her breasts. Her sumptuous tits were more beautiful than he’d remembered, ripe, plump, ostentatious, her nipples already hard and peaked, waiting to be kissed. He gently touched first one taut crest then the other, the pad of his finger feather light – a grazing caress, delicate.
Riveting. She sucked in a breath, moaned, spiking pleasure melting downwards in a warm, blissful flood.
He was instantly overcome with jealousy at the familiar sound, at her hair-trigger arousal, at her lack of restraint. ‘No one’s seen these since Hong Kong, right?’ His dark brows were angled in a frown. ‘Humour me, baby. This is a whole new world for me.’
‘I should say no,’ she whispered, wishing she could, wishing some other man could
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