Chapter One
“ I need you naked.”
The words came out almost as a growl, predatory and
possessive. Julian closed his eyes trying to force the image of
Sophia's naked body out of his mind. But it was no use. He saw her
with alarming, agonizing clarity on the back of his closed eyelids.
Sophia naked, her whole body quivering and blushing, her nipples hard
and erect and her sex tight and wet...he saw her moaning and writhing
beneath him, her legs spread wide as he moved in her...
With a gasp, he snapped his eyes open. What the hell
was he doing? He was driving himself insane. How could he want her
so badly? He shouldn't. He mustn't. She had signed the contract
and she was here, in his house, in his home laboratory, merely as a
test subject for his sex machine.
He should concentrate on taking her measurements. Just
weigh her, measure her, record the readings—treat her exactly
how he would treat any other subject or specimen. If only he could
keep his thoughts and feelings under control. This woman—oh
yes, she was one hundred percent woman, there was no doubt about
that—a woman who was so damn sweet. Those sweet lips would
probably taste like heaven.
Julian braced himself against the table. It was no use.
No matter how hard he tried to see her as a sexless specimen, her
body, her smile, her large, liquid eyes, her full lips...her every
perfection just screamed sex at him. He wanted her so badly, he was
afraid that the sight of her naked body might just undo him. He had
to get a grip on himself, and just pray that his fraying restraint
would hold.
Julian spun round at the small sound coming from behind
the translucent screen at the corner of the room. He could see her
silhouette against the screen and he saw that her arms had moved to
her back and she was undoing the clasp of her bra.
Desire flared in him and he had to grit his teeth and
turn away. Julian gripped the sides of the table so hard it felt
like either the table or his palms would splinter any second.
He forced a shuddering breath into his lungs. This was
all wrong. He should just be seeing her as a specimen, not a woman—a
woman who was so perfect, so soft, so vulnerable it awakened the
desire and protectiveness that had laid dormant in him for so long.
He had just cooked for her and watched her eat. It had made him
smile to see her devouring the pasta and licking her pretty lips in
contentment and appreciation. He just wanted to take care of her,
and make sure she was warm and safe and happy. It had been too long
since he had felt this way about anyone, any woman. He hadn't wanted
anyone in this way, for so long. Until now.
He could hear her moving behind the translucent screen,
and against his better judgment, he turned around to stare at her
slim silhouette. He watched her slip her panties down her long legs
and step shakily out of them. When she turned to the side, he could
see the beautiful outline of her curves, her round butt, her breasts
and her erect nipples. Pure lust coursed through his body and his
cock hardened painfully. He wanted her right now, ached to feel her
naked body against his. He wanted to feel how wet she was, to taste
her and bury himself deep inside her. He was burning up inside,
consumed with lust and deep, raging emotions that he had kept pent up
for far too long.
Julian took a step towards the screen, letting his eyes
hungrily take in the beautiful silhouette against the white screen
and imagining his hands and mouth of that warm body. He stopped just
in front of the screen, and the knowledge that she was just inches
away, separated from him by a flimsy screen, almost made him moan in
agony. It was almost too much to bear. He wanted to see her naked,
but he was afraid that he might lose control. As it was, he was
that close to losing his mind. Seeing her naked, but not touching
her—for how long can he deny and restrain himself?
He watched her hands move up to cup her breasts, as if
she was trying to cover or shield
“ I need you naked.”
The words came out almost as a growl, predatory and
possessive. Julian closed his eyes trying to force the image of
Sophia's naked body out of his mind. But it was no use. He saw her
with alarming, agonizing clarity on the back of his closed eyelids.
Sophia naked, her whole body quivering and blushing, her nipples hard
and erect and her sex tight and wet...he saw her moaning and writhing
beneath him, her legs spread wide as he moved in her...
With a gasp, he snapped his eyes open. What the hell
was he doing? He was driving himself insane. How could he want her
so badly? He shouldn't. He mustn't. She had signed the contract
and she was here, in his house, in his home laboratory, merely as a
test subject for his sex machine.
He should concentrate on taking her measurements. Just
weigh her, measure her, record the readings—treat her exactly
how he would treat any other subject or specimen. If only he could
keep his thoughts and feelings under control. This woman—oh
yes, she was one hundred percent woman, there was no doubt about
that—a woman who was so damn sweet. Those sweet lips would
probably taste like heaven.
Julian braced himself against the table. It was no use.
No matter how hard he tried to see her as a sexless specimen, her
body, her smile, her large, liquid eyes, her full lips...her every
perfection just screamed sex at him. He wanted her so badly, he was
afraid that the sight of her naked body might just undo him. He had
to get a grip on himself, and just pray that his fraying restraint
would hold.
Julian spun round at the small sound coming from behind
the translucent screen at the corner of the room. He could see her
silhouette against the screen and he saw that her arms had moved to
her back and she was undoing the clasp of her bra.
Desire flared in him and he had to grit his teeth and
turn away. Julian gripped the sides of the table so hard it felt
like either the table or his palms would splinter any second.
He forced a shuddering breath into his lungs. This was
all wrong. He should just be seeing her as a specimen, not a woman—a
woman who was so perfect, so soft, so vulnerable it awakened the
desire and protectiveness that had laid dormant in him for so long.
He had just cooked for her and watched her eat. It had made him
smile to see her devouring the pasta and licking her pretty lips in
contentment and appreciation. He just wanted to take care of her,
and make sure she was warm and safe and happy. It had been too long
since he had felt this way about anyone, any woman. He hadn't wanted
anyone in this way, for so long. Until now.
He could hear her moving behind the translucent screen,
and against his better judgment, he turned around to stare at her
slim silhouette. He watched her slip her panties down her long legs
and step shakily out of them. When she turned to the side, he could
see the beautiful outline of her curves, her round butt, her breasts
and her erect nipples. Pure lust coursed through his body and his
cock hardened painfully. He wanted her right now, ached to feel her
naked body against his. He wanted to feel how wet she was, to taste
her and bury himself deep inside her. He was burning up inside,
consumed with lust and deep, raging emotions that he had kept pent up
for far too long.
Julian took a step towards the screen, letting his eyes
hungrily take in the beautiful silhouette against the white screen
and imagining his hands and mouth of that warm body. He stopped just
in front of the screen, and the knowledge that she was just inches
away, separated from him by a flimsy screen, almost made him moan in
agony. It was almost too much to bear. He wanted to see her naked,
but he was afraid that he might lose control. As it was, he was
that close to losing his mind. Seeing her naked, but not touching
her—for how long can he deny and restrain himself?
He watched her hands move up to cup her breasts, as if
she was trying to cover or shield
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