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tonight.”
A groan escaped him. She was killing him and she didn’t have a clue. “I need to know, do you want me to make your fantasy come true?” He panted as she licked his neck.
Her back muscles tensed for a second before she looked up. “Yes.”
His heart pounded so hard it made him feel dizzy. “You’re sure?”
Jenna yanked the scarf from around her neck and draped it over his. “If you don’t move fast, you’ll be the one tied to a chair.”
Ben slid his hands under her ass and stood up. She yelped and clutched at his shoulders.
“Maybe another time, since you don’t know where the rest of the scarves are. For now, I believe this is your seat, Miss Robins.”
As gently as he could Ben dropped to his knees in front of the padded leather chair he’d had placed next to the fireplace. She hadn’t reclaimed her panties from their earlier lovemaking session, giving him a glorious view of her pussy. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to bury his face there.
Jenna must have detected the subject of his thoughts and blushed. “Ben? I think there might be a small tactical error here. There’s nothing to fasten the scarves to.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
Feeling a little bit smug, Ben reached forward and easily located the straps he’d secured there that afternoon.
“I told you, I did my planning earlier.”
Not quite able to sit still, Jenna wriggled in the seat. She crossed her arms over her chest and flexed her toes against his thigh.
“Now having your arms there isn’t going to help us out. How about if I take this one,” he lightly tugged her left arm free, “and set it here.”
Her hand twitched but she didn’t pull away and allowed him to place it on the cool 39
leather armrest.
“And your other arm can go here.”
With the same care, he placed her right arm on the other armrest. He gave her a minute to get used to the idea of what was going to happen next. Slowly, he pulled the silk scarf out and over to her wrist. One look into her eyes told him she was ready.
“I’m going to do this now. If you want me to stop, say the word and I will.”
“Apples.”
What the—? “What about them?”
“A safe word. If I say apples, untie me. Okay?”
Ben really didn’t know the first thing about this, safe words and all, but it made sense. Of course Jenna would have planned things out in her mind. The fact she’d fantasized about it this much made his cock twitch.
“Deal,” he said as he ran his thumb over her hand.
He fumbled the soft scarf, trying to get it into a loose knot around her delicate wrist.
Shit. He held his breath and concentrated, pushing past the slight tremble of his fingers.
Breathe and relax, she’s going to love this. The second scarf cooperated more and before he knew it, Jenna was tied and ready.
“Are you okay? Those aren’t too tight, are they?”
Jenna tugged against each of the restraints, her hands able to come an inch off the armrest.
“So far, so good,” she said as she chewed her bottom lip.
Ben sat back and took in the view. Man, she was beautiful. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, her skin held a light flush. Her hair was still bound on top of her head in a way that made her look more like a professor than anything else.
“First, let’s make you look the part of the captured temptress.”
Jenna looked puzzled but said nothing. Nor did she try to pull away when he pulled free the clip that held the most beautiful hair he’d ever seen. It only took him a second to rearrange her hair so it fell over her shoulders and covered her breasts. Years ago he’d tried to ignore the desire he’d felt for her when they’d worked together. But every time she was near he’d had the overwhelming urge to yank that clip from her hair just to see if she’d look at beautiful as he’d dreamed. She was more than he’d ever imagined.
“Stunning.” Ben captured a strand of her hair and curled it around his finger.
Jenna smiled at
A groan escaped him. She was killing him and she didn’t have a clue. “I need to know, do you want me to make your fantasy come true?” He panted as she licked his neck.
Her back muscles tensed for a second before she looked up. “Yes.”
His heart pounded so hard it made him feel dizzy. “You’re sure?”
Jenna yanked the scarf from around her neck and draped it over his. “If you don’t move fast, you’ll be the one tied to a chair.”
Ben slid his hands under her ass and stood up. She yelped and clutched at his shoulders.
“Maybe another time, since you don’t know where the rest of the scarves are. For now, I believe this is your seat, Miss Robins.”
As gently as he could Ben dropped to his knees in front of the padded leather chair he’d had placed next to the fireplace. She hadn’t reclaimed her panties from their earlier lovemaking session, giving him a glorious view of her pussy. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to bury his face there.
Jenna must have detected the subject of his thoughts and blushed. “Ben? I think there might be a small tactical error here. There’s nothing to fasten the scarves to.”
“Don’t be so sure.”
Feeling a little bit smug, Ben reached forward and easily located the straps he’d secured there that afternoon.
“I told you, I did my planning earlier.”
Not quite able to sit still, Jenna wriggled in the seat. She crossed her arms over her chest and flexed her toes against his thigh.
“Now having your arms there isn’t going to help us out. How about if I take this one,” he lightly tugged her left arm free, “and set it here.”
Her hand twitched but she didn’t pull away and allowed him to place it on the cool 39
leather armrest.
“And your other arm can go here.”
With the same care, he placed her right arm on the other armrest. He gave her a minute to get used to the idea of what was going to happen next. Slowly, he pulled the silk scarf out and over to her wrist. One look into her eyes told him she was ready.
“I’m going to do this now. If you want me to stop, say the word and I will.”
“Apples.”
What the—? “What about them?”
“A safe word. If I say apples, untie me. Okay?”
Ben really didn’t know the first thing about this, safe words and all, but it made sense. Of course Jenna would have planned things out in her mind. The fact she’d fantasized about it this much made his cock twitch.
“Deal,” he said as he ran his thumb over her hand.
He fumbled the soft scarf, trying to get it into a loose knot around her delicate wrist.
Shit. He held his breath and concentrated, pushing past the slight tremble of his fingers.
Breathe and relax, she’s going to love this. The second scarf cooperated more and before he knew it, Jenna was tied and ready.
“Are you okay? Those aren’t too tight, are they?”
Jenna tugged against each of the restraints, her hands able to come an inch off the armrest.
“So far, so good,” she said as she chewed her bottom lip.
Ben sat back and took in the view. Man, she was beautiful. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, her skin held a light flush. Her hair was still bound on top of her head in a way that made her look more like a professor than anything else.
“First, let’s make you look the part of the captured temptress.”
Jenna looked puzzled but said nothing. Nor did she try to pull away when he pulled free the clip that held the most beautiful hair he’d ever seen. It only took him a second to rearrange her hair so it fell over her shoulders and covered her breasts. Years ago he’d tried to ignore the desire he’d felt for her when they’d worked together. But every time she was near he’d had the overwhelming urge to yank that clip from her hair just to see if she’d look at beautiful as he’d dreamed. She was more than he’d ever imagined.
“Stunning.” Ben captured a strand of her hair and curled it around his finger.
Jenna smiled at
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