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him enter the room. He doesn’t announce himself, but the electricity in the air sparks, his presence sharpening her senses so that she can feel the current from the central air and the sound of her pounding heart.
    She turns back to face him and unclips her stockings, smoothing them down her legs, one at a time. She reaches one hand behind her back to undo her bra, but Salt shakes his head and steps forward.
    “Let me do that.” He walks around behind her, heating her flesh with the caress of his eyes. He tickles her shoulders with the tips of his fingernails and glides his steady hands down her back, across the spread of her hips, and back up her sides.
    She shivers as he trails his hands down her arms before leaning in to place a warm kiss on her neck.
    He inhales deeply.
    She leans back, but he steps away, leaving her without the warmth of his embrace.
    Instead, he unclasps her bra. Still behind her, he pushes the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, until it falls to the floor.
    Topless and exposed, she quivers in desperation. She longs to be touched, taken, abused, but he takes his time.
    He moves his hands back up her arms until they sit on her shoulders firmly.
    Her nipples harden as she hears him rustle his clothing behind her, presumably taking off his jacket.
    “You are so beautiful.” He pauses, taking her in. “So pure and lovely.”
    “I’m hardly pure.”
    He grasps her hair, pulling her head back so she can see him. “Perhaps, but you are ripe.” A slow, sensual smile spreads across his face and he releases her hair. He rests his hand on her shoulder and walks around into her line of sight. He traces along her collar bone and she leans into the touch, desperate for his teasing fingers to reach her breasts.
    He stands before her, dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing his tight abs. His pants rest loosely on his hips.
    She takes in the man standing before her and her cunt heats up, screaming out to be used. She drags her eyes over his chest, up to the bright eyes boring into her, and licks her lips. As he leans in, her restraint pulls taut and breaks—the rope of her submission weak against the strength of her desire. She wraps both arms around his neck and pulls her body to his. Breasts press into hard muscle, and their lips finally join.
    He moves forward, half-guiding, half-carrying her forward until the wall presses against her back. He grasps at her middle, kneading the flesh from her hips up until he reaches her firm breasts.
    She moans and closes her eyes as he dips down to take a nipple into his mouth. He teases her hardened bud until she grabs his head and demands he take more of her into his mouth. He complies and sucks deeply, pulling her nipple along his tongue.
    She moves her hands down to his shoulders and pushes the dress shirt down.
    He shrugs it off, removing his starving mouth from her nipple. After ripping the shirt from his wrists, he returns to her other breast with vigor.
    “Fuck.” The wall holds her up as she wraps a leg around him.
    He sinks to his knees, grabs her leg, and sets it on his shoulder.
    “Oh fuck!” She cries as his lips press against the silky fabric covering her cunt. “Yes.”
    He draws his tongue along the lengths of her, leaving heat and need in its wake.
    When he reaches her clit, she can’t help but thrust her hips forward.
    He chuckles against her, hot flames of desire spreading with his breath. He nips at her lips, biting softly above the throbbing nub of her clit.
    “Damn you.” She pushes him forward, forcing him back onto the hardwood of his bedroom floor. She stands above him, naked but for her thong and red-soled shoes, and places her foot on his chest. “I don’t like to be teased.”
    “Yes you do.” He reaches his hands behind his head and stretches out, comfortable on the floor.
    “And how do you know that.”
    “I can smell you from here.”
    “You’re a cocky ass.” Janice laughs and sits down on top of him.
    He chuckles