stereo.
“Take a seat, Mr. Blake.”
She made sure her little black mask was secure, and as Beyoncé’s sultry voice started to fill the room, she made her way through the curtains.
Emma sucked in a breath when she saw him sitting in the chair with his back to her. He was wearing the blindfold just as she had instructed.
“So, exactly how does this touch thing work?”
“Mr. Blake?”
He turned his head to the side. “Yes?”
“Shut up.”
He laughed. “Well, Cinderella, you are the first, and will probably be the only woman I will ever allow to speak to me like that.”
”Lucky me.”
“Indeed, lucky you.”
Emma stalked toward where Nicholas was sitting. She swayed her hips—again, not like he could see her—but she was just so captivated inside this role she was playing. A role Emma knew she would love too much while she played it around him . Her mind, her body, everything screamed out to him, yearning for him in ways she had never experienced before. What she was doing was incredibly stupid, but incredibly necessary since her body might never forgive her if she didn’t.
When she rounded the chair, she cocked her head to the side and stared at him. Emma knew the beauty that was hidden behind that black blindfold. She knew the brilliance of the color of his eyes, the swirls of blue that had the power to hypnotize you. She had looked into them mere days ago, yet he had no idea that the eyes that stared back at him were the eyes of the Cinderella he claimed to have been thinking about during the last week. Such beautiful deception.
“I can feel you staring at me, Cinderella.” His tone was soft, enticing, and he licked his lips like he could taste her presence.
Entranced by the seduction that hung like poison in the air, she leisurely placed her legs on either side of his thighs and put her hands on his shoulders. Slowly she lowered herself onto his lap and the second she felt him beneath her, they both inhaled sharply.
Emma felt him move his arms, but caught his hands just in time.
“Na-ah. You know the rules, Mr. Blake. I have to guide you.”
He leaned forward and his musky scent instantly surrounded her. It was rich, sexy, sensual, and it had the power to drive her wild. His compelling scent was masculine in every sense, and she felt drawn to him like a bee to a blooming flower—hungry and needy.
“Then you better start guiding me, because my hands are practically aching to touch you right now.” She heard every tone of sexual desire in his voice—and she loved it.
Taking his hands, she lifted his arms and spread them wide. “Keep them there.” Since he was wearing the blindfold, she decided it safe to remove the gloves. Even though this was the touch show, Emma needed to feel him. She needed to feel his warmth seep through her fingertips. She imagined that every inch of him would feel and taste even better than she had imagined.
She reached for his hands again, and when she curled her fingers through his, she heard him suck in a breath.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Blake? You haven’t even touched me yet.” She smirked, loving how her simple touch affected him.
“I don’t know what it is about you, but you do things to me woman.” His voice sounded hard, heady and it fueled her hot desire even more.
Taking his one hand, she gently placed it on top of her right thigh, flattening his palm against her skin. “What does this do to you, Mr. Blake?” She felt his fingertips draw circles on her thigh.
“It makes me hungry. Hungry for a lot more.” He licked his lips and brought his face closer to hers, like he wanted to smell her.
She guided his other hand to her waist and his fingers curled around the curve. “More, like this?”
His grip tightened, and she gasped. He smiled. “Yes. Like this.”
With his hand gripping her hip he urged her to move.
“More,” he demanded and she complied willingly.
Emma moved his palm slowly, leisurely up her thigh, his touch leaving
“Take a seat, Mr. Blake.”
She made sure her little black mask was secure, and as Beyoncé’s sultry voice started to fill the room, she made her way through the curtains.
Emma sucked in a breath when she saw him sitting in the chair with his back to her. He was wearing the blindfold just as she had instructed.
“So, exactly how does this touch thing work?”
“Mr. Blake?”
He turned his head to the side. “Yes?”
“Shut up.”
He laughed. “Well, Cinderella, you are the first, and will probably be the only woman I will ever allow to speak to me like that.”
”Lucky me.”
“Indeed, lucky you.”
Emma stalked toward where Nicholas was sitting. She swayed her hips—again, not like he could see her—but she was just so captivated inside this role she was playing. A role Emma knew she would love too much while she played it around him . Her mind, her body, everything screamed out to him, yearning for him in ways she had never experienced before. What she was doing was incredibly stupid, but incredibly necessary since her body might never forgive her if she didn’t.
When she rounded the chair, she cocked her head to the side and stared at him. Emma knew the beauty that was hidden behind that black blindfold. She knew the brilliance of the color of his eyes, the swirls of blue that had the power to hypnotize you. She had looked into them mere days ago, yet he had no idea that the eyes that stared back at him were the eyes of the Cinderella he claimed to have been thinking about during the last week. Such beautiful deception.
“I can feel you staring at me, Cinderella.” His tone was soft, enticing, and he licked his lips like he could taste her presence.
Entranced by the seduction that hung like poison in the air, she leisurely placed her legs on either side of his thighs and put her hands on his shoulders. Slowly she lowered herself onto his lap and the second she felt him beneath her, they both inhaled sharply.
Emma felt him move his arms, but caught his hands just in time.
“Na-ah. You know the rules, Mr. Blake. I have to guide you.”
He leaned forward and his musky scent instantly surrounded her. It was rich, sexy, sensual, and it had the power to drive her wild. His compelling scent was masculine in every sense, and she felt drawn to him like a bee to a blooming flower—hungry and needy.
“Then you better start guiding me, because my hands are practically aching to touch you right now.” She heard every tone of sexual desire in his voice—and she loved it.
Taking his hands, she lifted his arms and spread them wide. “Keep them there.” Since he was wearing the blindfold, she decided it safe to remove the gloves. Even though this was the touch show, Emma needed to feel him. She needed to feel his warmth seep through her fingertips. She imagined that every inch of him would feel and taste even better than she had imagined.
She reached for his hands again, and when she curled her fingers through his, she heard him suck in a breath.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Blake? You haven’t even touched me yet.” She smirked, loving how her simple touch affected him.
“I don’t know what it is about you, but you do things to me woman.” His voice sounded hard, heady and it fueled her hot desire even more.
Taking his one hand, she gently placed it on top of her right thigh, flattening his palm against her skin. “What does this do to you, Mr. Blake?” She felt his fingertips draw circles on her thigh.
“It makes me hungry. Hungry for a lot more.” He licked his lips and brought his face closer to hers, like he wanted to smell her.
She guided his other hand to her waist and his fingers curled around the curve. “More, like this?”
His grip tightened, and she gasped. He smiled. “Yes. Like this.”
With his hand gripping her hip he urged her to move.
“More,” he demanded and she complied willingly.
Emma moved his palm slowly, leisurely up her thigh, his touch leaving
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