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her chemise, pantalets and
    corset. She put one hand on her hip and cocked it at him playfully.
    “But I’m not entirely sure that would be the whole truth,” she admitted. “I think
    that maybe a little part of me wanted to get caught.”
    “Well, a big part of me wanted you to get caught,” Wade laughed, grabbing her
    hand and pressing it against the front of his trousers. “I’ll be happy to introduce you to
    it.”
    “We’ve met,” she smirked. “Several times.”
    Wade kissed her again, reaching around to pull at the strings of her corset.

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    “I thought you liked it on,” she said, giving him a sultry look. He nodded, and
    laughed.
    “Yes, I have to say it does great things for your figure,” he said. “But I’d like to see
    all of you.”
    “Well, I haven’t seen all of you yet,” she said. “And you’ve seen lots of me. I don’t
    think that’s quite fair, do you?”
    He shook his head, smiling at her, and she sashayed around him over to the bed,
    dropping down with a bounce.
    “Strip,” she ordered.
    Wade stopped short. She knew he wasn’t used to a woman giving him orders, but it
    was about time he learned what it felt like. He’d been ordering Catherine around for
    years. Her new husband stood, just looking at her, and she lost patience.
    “I said   strip .”
    He nodded his head at her, and then reached down to the vest, unbuttoning it
    slowly. Then he pulled the fine fabric off.
    “Oh, I think you can do better than that,” Catherine said, smirking. “I’ve been
    giving you peep shows for months now, at least that’s what you told me in the kitchen.
    I think you owe me a little more enthusiasm.”
    He offered her a challenging stare, and then dropped his hands to his stomach,
    rubbing it through the thin fabric of his soft cotton shirt. He rubbed up and down
    several times, pulling the fabric free, taunting her with little glimpses of the muscular
    flesh beneath. Then he started pulling the buttons apart from the bottom up, revealing
    his sculpted muscles and the light sprinkling of dark hair that covered his chest. Finally
    the shirt hung loose, and he pulled it off his shoulders, tossing it to the ground.
    “Is that better?” he asked. She smiled and nodded, licking her lips absently. His
    nipples were round and tight, and she wondered how they tasted.

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    “Now the trousers,” she said, leaning back on her elbows, thrusting her breasts up
    and out toward him. She watched his eyes follow her body hungrily, and gave a husky
    chuckle.
    “Trousers, Wade,” she repeated.
    He nodded his head, dropping his hands down to his fly. One by one the buttons
    slipped open, revealing smooth, warm skin. She gave a little gasp when she realized he
    wasn’t wearing anything beneath, the proud tip of his erection peeking at her through
    the open fabric. Then he turned away from her slowly and deliberately, leaning over as
    he pulled one boot and then the next free from his feet, followed by his socks. The fabric
    of his pants hung loose on his ass, almost but not quite slipping down to show off his
    tight rear. Catherine shivered. She couldn’t wait to see all of him. He pulled his socks
    free, and then stood back up, still facing away from her.
    The moment seemed endless.
    When he finally pushed his pants down her breath caught. Everything about Wade
    was handsome, but his rear was something to be truly admired. Tight and hard from
    years of riding and working on the range, each cheek curved slightly concave at the
    edges, crafted like a fine sculpture. Catherine wanted to reach over and cup them in her
    hands, squeeze him like a piece of ripe fruit. Instead she decided to give him a taste of
    his own medicine. When he turned back toward her, she was fondling herself