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"We'll be saying goodbye so soon."
"I know," he said with a sigh. "We must treasure the time we have, but if this is too overwhelming—if you've changed your mind—I'll understand."
"No! I haven't! Not for a minute!"
"Good. I'm glad. I'll call for our meal. I've ordered Cajun Chicken and Pepper Salmon. Which would you prefer?"
"The salmon, thank you."
As he stood up and expertly popped the cork on the champagne, Brittany felt a million miles away from her safe, boring life. She was dining with a dashing British Dominant, and would soon be the willing victim of his wicked ways.
"What's our toast?" she asked, as he filled their glasses.
"Living for the moment."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brittany found Duncan's charm and humor captivating, and when they finished dinner, he selected a CD and pulled her into his arms to dance. Sinking against him, with the honeyed voice of Michael Buble singing a haunting rendition of The Way You Look Tonight, he slowly slid down the zipper at the back of her dress.
"Duncan, are you going to break my heart?".
"Maybe you'll be the one breaking my heart," he replied, sliding the spaghetti straps down her arms and letting the silky garment puddle around her feet. "There are two of us in this dance."
She was about to answer when he suddenly swept her up, carried her to his bedroom and laid her on the bed. Stretching out next to her, he deftly unsnapped her bra.
"Gorgeous," he sighed, gazing at her breasts.
Moving his mouth to nibble her nipples, she raised her chest, moaning softly as he devoured one, then the other.
"Close your eyes and raise your arms above your head."
As she followed his instruction, he withdrew the sash from the robe he'd left in the nightstand drawer and deftly tied her wrists.
"There, lovely and helpless. Now spread your legs."
"Duncan, I've wanted this for such a long time."
"I know," he crooned, pausing to whisper the words in her ear.
Moving to the foot of the bed, he secured her ankles with two of his belts, and enjoying the salacious sight of his bound Southern Belle, he casually removed his clothes, returning to tickle her sex through the gusset of her panties.
"I can't make love to you with your knickers on, and I have no intention of untying you."
"I don't understand."
"You will."
Teasing her until her groans became whines of aching need, he grabbed the sides of the lacy panties and ripped them apart. Though she gasped as he yanked them off, he dropped his head between her legs to twirl his tongue against her sensitive button, and she was quickly bleating her need.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, kissing her inner thighs as he slid his finger inside her.
"Yes, yes, please, Sir."
"I believe you are," he said huskily, and kneeling between her legs, he positioned his cock, clutched her hips, and thrust forward.
"You're so big! Ooh, Duncan!"
"Relax and take it," he purred, slowly pumping. "That's right. Just like that."
