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“Wow,” she mumbled, then sporting a sassy grin, she turned to look up at him. “Whose bedroom is this?”
“Anyone who wants to use it.”
“Do you have many takers?”
“Not for a while, but I believe I have one now,” he retorted, grabbing her around the waist and jerking her into his body.
“How can you think about—uh—making use of all this with everything that’s going on?”
“There’s nothing better to take the edge off.”
“But don’t you have things to do?”
“Everything is under control… and there’s the other matter,” he added, staring down at her and narrowing his eyes. “I’m going to make sure you behave while I’m gone. We both know you can be a very bad girl.”
“Not anymore, you’ve cured me,” she said earnestly, “and besides, how can I get into trouble here?”
“Cured you?” he repeated with a chuckle. “There’s no cure for a girl like you. If you really want to do something you shouldn’t you’ll find a way.”
“Marco,” she said sweetly, circling her arms around his neck, “don’t you trust me, or are you just looking for an excuse to spank my ass again?”
“Maybe a little of both,” he replied with a devilish grin, “though I don’t need an excuse. I told you I’ll whip your gorgeous butt whenever I want.”
“Well… there is that.”
“I’m glad we understand each other,” he declared, bustling her across to the fireplace. “Enough talk. Take off your clothes and lie face down on the sheepskin.”
As she watched him turn and march to the bed, the butterflies in her stomach burst to life, but taking a quick breath, she pulled off her sweater and tee-shirt.
The lights suddenly dimmed.
She heard rustling behind her.
Staring over her shoulder, she saw him folding back the bedspread to reveal glossy burgundy sheets.
“Why have you stopped?”
“Sorry, Sir,” she squeaked, quickly removing her boots.
As she quickly unzipped her jeans, from the corner of her eye she glimpsed him striding past her to the fireplace.
“Slowly,” he muttered, his voice suddenly husky.
Raising her eyes to look at him, she caught her breath.
Shirtless, his arms crossed, he was leaning against the mantel watching her. She hadn’t heard him start the fire, but the flames washed his muscled torso in an amber glow. With his full lips curled in a lecherous grin, and his thick, dark hair framing his chiseled features, he oozed sex and authority.
Daring to stare back at him, she sensuously moved her body as she pushed the denim pants over her hips and down her legs, then kicked them aside. But as she slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties, he held up his hand.
“Just your bra.”
Swept up in the sexy striptease, she turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder as she unsnapped the hooks. Sliding the straps down her arms, she dropped the lingerie to the floor, then covered her breasts with her hands as she pivoted back around.
“Very nice,” he muttered, stepping toward her. “Pinch your nipples, then drop your arms to the sides.”
Tweaking her tips as hard as she was able, she let out a yelp.
“Good,” he muttered, moving his palms over them as he reached her. “They should always be puckered like this. Lie on your stomach, spread your legs, and close your eyes.”
