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grumbled as she turned away, presenting him with the perfect view of her neck. Sam kissed her there, just behind her ear. Julie shivered.
    Sam’s voice dropped an octave as he admitted, “Either way, I’m glad you said it.”
    “Yes, well, I think you’ve managed to turn the heat up a notch.” She cleared her throat. “In case you were curious or anything.”
    “Still feels a little chilly to me,” he said as he coasted his lips over her earlobe and nibbled.
    “W-we can’t have that,” she whispered, tilting her head to the side and giving him better access to her neck.
    Sam caved in to temptation and licked the smooth line of her neck. He could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she pressed her body closer to his. Sam’s cock pulsed with the need to be buried inside her soft pussy. Damn, he hadn’t even taken off Julie’s clothes and already he ached for release. Sam was desperate to tear off her sweats, to see the full curves she kept hidden, but he didn’t want to rush her. She’d admitted her inexperience earlier, and Sam knew it would be better if he took the time to coax Julie’s passion to the surface, not demand it.
    “I’m out of my element here, Sam,” she softly confessed, confirming his conviction that he needed to take it slow.
    Nervous tension creased her brow, but the fingers tugging at his hair spoke of how turned on she was. The very last thing he wanted was for Julie to be shy and reserved. He wanted her to let go of her shyness, to feel free to explore him a little, because he sure as shit planned to explore her.
    Sam nudged her face toward his. “Sweetheart?”
    “Hmm?” she asked as her pleasure-filled gaze snared his.
    “Kiss me,” he urged.
    “Good idea.” She leaned into him and barely touched her lips with his.
    Unlike the mating of lips before, this kiss was light and fleeting but enough to have Sam’s blood pounding hot. He dipped his head and tasted the V-shaped bit of skin exposed at the front of the hoodie. He licked the warmth he discovered there, enjoying the beat of her pulse pounding out a staccato rhythm beneath his tongue.
    Lifting a little, Sam asked, “More?”
    He watched her swallow hard, and even that seemed sexy. “It’d be oh so wrong to stop now,” she said, her voice not quite as steady as before.
    “Christ, you’re turning me on here.”
    She mumbled something unintelligible, but it was her responsiveness that sent a wave of primitive satisfaction through him. He wanted to be the only man with the privilege to hear that particular husky tone of voice from Julie. He brushed his lips across her throat one more time before placing a hand on the back of the swing next to her, caging her in.
    Sam ran a hand down her arm, then let his fingers drift over one cotton-covered breast. Through her bra and the thick material of the hoodie, he couldn’t tell if her nipples were hard little points or not, but if her breathing was any indication, she definitely liked his ministrations. As he cupped one full, round breast, shaping and kneading, he heard her beg his name. Sam stopped and looked her over. With her hair all around her shoulders, eyes half-closed with desire and her lips swollen from his kisses, she looked like an offering.
    Sam reached down with one hand and cupped her pussy through the sweats. “You want to come, sweets?”
    “So very badly.” She moaned. “I just might implode if I don’t.”
    Sam tsked. “We certainly can’t have that.” He kissed her cheek and breathed in her delicate scent. Sam took her hand in his and pressed it against his cock. “Feel what you do to me, Julie,” he gently ordered.

Plaything
     
     
     
    Natasha Moore
     
     
     
     
    One taste of everything she ever wanted…how can she walk away?
     
    Paolo’s Playhouse, Book 4
    Julianne’s the epitome of a successful businesswoman. But where her boardroom reality is full of decisions, her bedroom fantasy is the exact opposite—allowing a lover who