form a coherent word, she let him move closer.
“I will escort you.” He claimed her arm, touching her bare skin, and that one fleeting act of intimacy ignited a fire of heat in her pussy that said to hell with the meal, let’s just hit the sheets.
Heat rushed to Cindy’s cheeks. Her date turned those mystical Grecian-blue eyes to her, grinning devilishly.
“I love your line of thinking.”
“And that would be?” Was that her throaty voice teasing him? Straightening her spine, Cindy eased more into his frame, purposely brushing her body up against his, needing to feel his reaction.
The tingling zing, as if an electric current passed through her to him, caused his hair to rise in a gentle wave. He simply shook his head and unhooked his arm from hers to bring her hand into his large warm palm.
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine.” Cindy didn’t hesitate. She had no desire to set one more foot onto the clear see-through floor of Finn’s restaurant but she had lots of desire to peel this man layer by layer out of his clothes.
Puff! A second later she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get orientated. One minute she had been on top of the tallest building in town and then in a blink she was standing inside her house with her blind date looking sexy, dangerous and damn-straight magical.
“Wait a second, you’re a magical being?”
“What?” he asked, clearly surprised by her question.
Pissed and angry at herself for not paying better attention to the man she’d picked as her blind date, Cindy sliced him a dirty look.
Placing both hands on her hips, she emphasized her point. “No magical beings.”
He sauntered forward, glaring at her. “Are you a witch?”
“Worse. I’m a corporate-climbing bitch with no time for creatures of magic. So…out, out, next time I’ll shout.” Her sing-song voice resonated enough magical power to zap her blind date back to where he came from.
* * * * *
The silky feel of the black tie Cindy willingly wound around her ankles, tying herself to her own bedposts, ignited a flare of excited goose bumps along her calf muscles.
“I must be crazy.” She vaguely felt as if she were missing some important aspect about the night but for the life of her she couldn’t think straight.
“No talking.”
The mystery man’s voice was deep and authoritative. This was a man used to giving orders that others obeyed. Cindy glanced up, catching the heated gaze from his baby-blue eyes. His eyes pierced through the Zorro-like mask, the black cloth serving only to highlight his refined cheekbones, plump full lips and startlingly clear eyes. The mask did its job, keeping her from being able to identify her mystery man. She knew she’d picked him from the charity auction and he was her date for the night, but there were pieces of the puzzle missing. How had she ended up on display for him in her bed? I must have had more to drink than I thought.
Without a word he moved to the bed, hooked the silky scarf around her right ankle and appraised her. He trailed a tapered end of the scarf down her thigh to her calf, using it like a finger. Wisps of desire flowed from her leg to her pussy muscles, which clenched anxiously with desire and dread.
“This is what you want.”
The man yanked hard on both scarves to ensure she couldn’t wiggle her ankles or legs free. Leaning back on her elbows, she chuckled nervously. “Are you reading my mind?”
“You want this.”
It was a bold statement coming from a man who was fully clothed while she wasn’t. Cindy closed her eyes for a minute, hoping sanity would return.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded as he knelt between her spread legs.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“Maybe, but your body hasn’t.”
A sexy grin revealed a dimple on his right cheek.
“You’re wet. That pussy of yours wants this.”
Man, did he ever get that right. Cindyhated how out of control she felt. Her body squirmed with desire while her mind told her this was
“I will escort you.” He claimed her arm, touching her bare skin, and that one fleeting act of intimacy ignited a fire of heat in her pussy that said to hell with the meal, let’s just hit the sheets.
Heat rushed to Cindy’s cheeks. Her date turned those mystical Grecian-blue eyes to her, grinning devilishly.
“I love your line of thinking.”
“And that would be?” Was that her throaty voice teasing him? Straightening her spine, Cindy eased more into his frame, purposely brushing her body up against his, needing to feel his reaction.
The tingling zing, as if an electric current passed through her to him, caused his hair to rise in a gentle wave. He simply shook his head and unhooked his arm from hers to bring her hand into his large warm palm.
“Your place or mine?”
“Mine.” Cindy didn’t hesitate. She had no desire to set one more foot onto the clear see-through floor of Finn’s restaurant but she had lots of desire to peel this man layer by layer out of his clothes.
Puff! A second later she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get orientated. One minute she had been on top of the tallest building in town and then in a blink she was standing inside her house with her blind date looking sexy, dangerous and damn-straight magical.
“Wait a second, you’re a magical being?”
“What?” he asked, clearly surprised by her question.
Pissed and angry at herself for not paying better attention to the man she’d picked as her blind date, Cindy sliced him a dirty look.
Placing both hands on her hips, she emphasized her point. “No magical beings.”
He sauntered forward, glaring at her. “Are you a witch?”
“Worse. I’m a corporate-climbing bitch with no time for creatures of magic. So…out, out, next time I’ll shout.” Her sing-song voice resonated enough magical power to zap her blind date back to where he came from.
* * * * *
The silky feel of the black tie Cindy willingly wound around her ankles, tying herself to her own bedposts, ignited a flare of excited goose bumps along her calf muscles.
“I must be crazy.” She vaguely felt as if she were missing some important aspect about the night but for the life of her she couldn’t think straight.
“No talking.”
The mystery man’s voice was deep and authoritative. This was a man used to giving orders that others obeyed. Cindy glanced up, catching the heated gaze from his baby-blue eyes. His eyes pierced through the Zorro-like mask, the black cloth serving only to highlight his refined cheekbones, plump full lips and startlingly clear eyes. The mask did its job, keeping her from being able to identify her mystery man. She knew she’d picked him from the charity auction and he was her date for the night, but there were pieces of the puzzle missing. How had she ended up on display for him in her bed? I must have had more to drink than I thought.
Without a word he moved to the bed, hooked the silky scarf around her right ankle and appraised her. He trailed a tapered end of the scarf down her thigh to her calf, using it like a finger. Wisps of desire flowed from her leg to her pussy muscles, which clenched anxiously with desire and dread.
“This is what you want.”
The man yanked hard on both scarves to ensure she couldn’t wiggle her ankles or legs free. Leaning back on her elbows, she chuckled nervously. “Are you reading my mind?”
“You want this.”
It was a bold statement coming from a man who was fully clothed while she wasn’t. Cindy closed her eyes for a minute, hoping sanity would return.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded as he knelt between her spread legs.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“Maybe, but your body hasn’t.”
A sexy grin revealed a dimple on his right cheek.
“You’re wet. That pussy of yours wants this.”
Man, did he ever get that right. Cindyhated how out of control she felt. Her body squirmed with desire while her mind told her this was
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