tiny stones and spiked through the delicate lace
of the lingerie. She arched forward and let them graze the wood frame of the
ladder. Mmm…that supersensitive part of her connecting with that much cooler
surface got her quaking all over.
“The book. Focus, Alexis.”
Trembling, she slipped the last book in its place and took a
moment before she righted herself on the rung. Silently groaning as Rene’s hand
directly connected with her center. His knuckles brushed against the core of
her, making her inner muscles squeeze up tight. The heat sizzled as he
deliciously held that intimate contact for a few hold-your-breath seconds. Good
Lord. Blood pounded in her ears and adrenaline rushed and surged, spiking so
high she got lightheaded. Wanting and waiting for him to do more.
Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and willed herself to
breathe as one of his fingers traced a path over the elastic ribbing of her
panty. Slowly he followed the curve where her thigh met her torso, sending a
series of white-hot tingles right to her belly. The achy and building tension
that pulsed to life in her clit bordered on being painful. Triggering a need
and desire for him so strong she swayed and clung to the ladder with a moan.
He must have heard it because abruptly the tantalizing
suspense ended and his hand slipped out from between her legs. She almost
wilted from the loss.
“Come on. I’ll help you down.”
A shaky breath later she nodded. She knew he expected her to
descend the way she’d gone up. Facing the wall of books, but she had no
intention of doing it that way. His way. Instead she turned until she
precariously towered over him for a change.
“Alex.”
Ah, so he wasn’t as unaffected as he made it seem. She’d
seen the hungry lust in his eyes before he could hide it. “Yes?” She braced her
palms on his shoulders and pushed off, confident he’d catch her.
And he did. “You little fool. In those heels you could have
fallen.”
He held her in his strong arms, letting her slide down on
him until they were eye to eye. Only his gaze wasn’t on hers. No, his eyes were
examining her lips as if he wanted to gorge on them.
Automatically she tilted her head back to give him better
access. Loving the spicy scent of him. The crushing pressure of his arms around
her. The heat. The hardness.
“Alex?”
His husky whisper acted as a physical stroke between her
legs where she was heated and moist. Ready. He leaned down, coming close. Her
pulse slammed in time with her rapid heartbeat. She closed her eyes, parted her
lips and—
“It’s time to polish my furniture.”
He set her down so fast she stumbled back and fell into a
jarring sit as her butt got hooked on a ladder step. “Wh-what?”
“My wood? Polish? Remember?”
She blinked and followed the direction of his point toward
the large cherry-wood credenza. Right on top of that there was a glass bottle
and an oil-covered cloth. It took her a few seconds to recover and clear her
desire-mush brain, but when she did, she huffed a slice of bang out of her eyes
and frowned. “What did your last slave die of?”
She didn’t have the chance to lamely quip “being overworked
and underpaid” because he growled, “Exhaustion. Now move. Break time’s over.”
Yeah, and so was her sexual buzz. “I’m tired.”
“Alexis.”
She narrowed a look up at him, wondering how he managed to
make her name sound like a threat and a punishment at the same time. It really
was a talent. With a deep breath she stood and sauntered past him, but the
haughty demeanor she was going for was kicked down a notch the second he
smacked her ass as she went by.
“Hey.” Rubbing her stinging butt cheek with one hand, she
picked up the fancy bottle with the other. It was her homespun lemon oil
concoction all right. One cup of olive oil to a quarter cup lemon juice. What
did Rene call it? Her tree-hugger special. Salad dressing for furniture.
Putting it back down, she absently toyed with the
of the lingerie. She arched forward and let them graze the wood frame of the
ladder. Mmm…that supersensitive part of her connecting with that much cooler
surface got her quaking all over.
“The book. Focus, Alexis.”
Trembling, she slipped the last book in its place and took a
moment before she righted herself on the rung. Silently groaning as Rene’s hand
directly connected with her center. His knuckles brushed against the core of
her, making her inner muscles squeeze up tight. The heat sizzled as he
deliciously held that intimate contact for a few hold-your-breath seconds. Good
Lord. Blood pounded in her ears and adrenaline rushed and surged, spiking so
high she got lightheaded. Wanting and waiting for him to do more.
Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and willed herself to
breathe as one of his fingers traced a path over the elastic ribbing of her
panty. Slowly he followed the curve where her thigh met her torso, sending a
series of white-hot tingles right to her belly. The achy and building tension
that pulsed to life in her clit bordered on being painful. Triggering a need
and desire for him so strong she swayed and clung to the ladder with a moan.
He must have heard it because abruptly the tantalizing
suspense ended and his hand slipped out from between her legs. She almost
wilted from the loss.
“Come on. I’ll help you down.”
A shaky breath later she nodded. She knew he expected her to
descend the way she’d gone up. Facing the wall of books, but she had no
intention of doing it that way. His way. Instead she turned until she
precariously towered over him for a change.
“Alex.”
Ah, so he wasn’t as unaffected as he made it seem. She’d
seen the hungry lust in his eyes before he could hide it. “Yes?” She braced her
palms on his shoulders and pushed off, confident he’d catch her.
And he did. “You little fool. In those heels you could have
fallen.”
He held her in his strong arms, letting her slide down on
him until they were eye to eye. Only his gaze wasn’t on hers. No, his eyes were
examining her lips as if he wanted to gorge on them.
Automatically she tilted her head back to give him better
access. Loving the spicy scent of him. The crushing pressure of his arms around
her. The heat. The hardness.
“Alex?”
His husky whisper acted as a physical stroke between her
legs where she was heated and moist. Ready. He leaned down, coming close. Her
pulse slammed in time with her rapid heartbeat. She closed her eyes, parted her
lips and—
“It’s time to polish my furniture.”
He set her down so fast she stumbled back and fell into a
jarring sit as her butt got hooked on a ladder step. “Wh-what?”
“My wood? Polish? Remember?”
She blinked and followed the direction of his point toward
the large cherry-wood credenza. Right on top of that there was a glass bottle
and an oil-covered cloth. It took her a few seconds to recover and clear her
desire-mush brain, but when she did, she huffed a slice of bang out of her eyes
and frowned. “What did your last slave die of?”
She didn’t have the chance to lamely quip “being overworked
and underpaid” because he growled, “Exhaustion. Now move. Break time’s over.”
Yeah, and so was her sexual buzz. “I’m tired.”
“Alexis.”
She narrowed a look up at him, wondering how he managed to
make her name sound like a threat and a punishment at the same time. It really
was a talent. With a deep breath she stood and sauntered past him, but the
haughty demeanor she was going for was kicked down a notch the second he
smacked her ass as she went by.
“Hey.” Rubbing her stinging butt cheek with one hand, she
picked up the fancy bottle with the other. It was her homespun lemon oil
concoction all right. One cup of olive oil to a quarter cup lemon juice. What
did Rene call it? Her tree-hugger special. Salad dressing for furniture.
Putting it back down, she absently toyed with the
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