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Ten
Farris hadn’t set out to play sex games with India. It was an idea that had come to him while she was nestled in his arms with her butt cradling his erection.
The look on her face made him want to laugh out loud, but he stifled his amusement. It was much more satisfying to watch India try to decipher his intentions.
When she had nothing else to say, he knelt between her thighs, making sure to stretch her legs as far apart as possible, just for effect.
His lover was wide-eyed, her gaze filled with a combination of confusion and shock and disbelief.
The one thing Farris didn’t see was reluctance. And he watched for it carefully. His goal was to bring pleasure to his lover. One negative response, and this interlude was over.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
She pouted. “What do you think?”
He wished she could see herself. Her body was sensual and abandoned in this pose, like a concubine waiting to be chosen.
Farris leaned forward. Balancing himself on one hand, he used his other hand to massage India’s chest, spreading the slightly fragrant lotion from breast to breast and back again. When her breath caught audibly, he knew his captive was enjoying herself.
“This is good lotion,” he said, the words prosaic. “I like the way your skin absorbs it.” Without warning, he concentrated on her nipples, working the cream around and around until it disappeared.
India shuddered and moaned.
Next, he moved down to her flat belly. She was ticklish. He would have to be careful. With the flat of his palm, he massaged her stomach, dipping occasionally into her navel. “How does that feel?”
There was no answer but an inarticulate sound that suggested she was as aroused as he was. He leaned over to kiss her. “I like pleasuring you, Inkie.”
He gave her no warning for what happened next. Quickly, he dispensed lotion right onto the tiny nub where all her pleasure centers coalesced. “Come for me, lovely girl.”
With light, purposeful strokes, he made her shatter. Her hips arched off the bed, and her eyelids flew open. “Farris.”
Clumsily, he untied her and then entered her with a groan. “I want you, India. All night. Remember?”
He went a little crazy at that point. Exhaustion and driving lust made him loopy. He couldn’t believe he was making love to her again. He couldn’t explain how that made him feel. Elated and invincible. But he deliberately shoved away thoughts of the future.
Nothing mattered but this bed in this room for this night.
Afterward, they really did sleep. But only in snatches. Every time he awakened, he needed her again. Sometimes it was sweet and slow. At others, the dark side beckoned, and they drove each other to the brink.
As dawn broke, he rolled over and yawned. “I need to go to my room. The housekeeper will be here soon. And it would be just like Dottie to make this the one morning she decides to be an early riser.”
India nodded sleepily. “Yes.” She squeezed his hand.
With great reluctance, he rolled out of bed and donned his wrinkled clothes, minus the dinner jacket. India watched him as he dressed. Which meant that he was soon hard again. He eased up the zipper on his pants gingerly. “Will I see you at breakfast?” he asked.
“Unless I fall into a sleep coma, yes. But since my stomach is already growling, I plan to show up.”
“Good. I don’t want you to get cold again. Let me wrap this around your shoulders.” He picked up the fluffy woven blanket that had been neatly folded on the bench at the foot of the bed. After tucking it around India to his satisfaction, he kissed her one last time. When he stepped back, he noticed something else on the bench. “What’s this?”
It was mostly a rhetorical question. He recognized the faded yellow envelope as one of the many batches of photos his mother had shipped from New York. His limbs weakened and his blood went icy as he processed the information written on the outside.
“Where did you get this?” he asked hoarsely. “Why do you have it? And why was it hidden under that blanket?”
India sat up, clutching the fuzzy blanket to her chest. “I can explain.”
His head felt funny. “Please do.”
“I was maybe going to ask your advice.”
