the cupboard above the fridge.”
Twenty minutes later his head was swimming. Judging from Sabrina’s constant laughter, she felt no pain. He didn’t feel any worse for wear either. In fact, they had developed a serious case of the giggles. Had he ever giggled before?
Not Likely. He wasn’t the type. He blinked and forced his focus back to the mask removal.
“Come on Sabrina, lay down and let’s get this thing off.”
“Go ahead, have your way with me.” Relaxed and pliant, she laughed softly, hiccupped, and flopped back down on the bed.
He let out a breath of air. Holy Jesus man, she didn’t mean that way. He sat on the bed and placed her head on his lap. Shit, this didn’t help him rein in his libido either. He needed to get the damn thing off and get the hell out of there. Fast.
“Close your eyes. This might hurt. I want to try to free the hairs of your eyebrows and around your forehead. I don’t want to yank them out. Please lie still.” His voice rose higher than he’d ever heard it before.
“Tell me a joke or something. Anything to keep my mind off of what you’re doing,” she asked, visibly anxious and unhappy.
“Clean or dirty? The joke I mean?”
“I don’t care, just hurry up. I don’t want the booze to wear off too soon.” She straightened her body out stiffly and wiggled her toes.
“In that case, let’s have another couple of shots and relieve the rest of your tension first.”
Two shots later the chuckles were back, an octave louder. Sabrina got back in to position as he continued to work, sing-songing his bawdy little ditty.
“There once was a man from Nantucket,
who didn’t have much more than a ducat.
He drank what he could,
which was more than he should.
And soon found his head in a bucket.”
“No fair.” She clutched her stomach. Her laughter gave a bouncing shake to the bed beneath her. “Oh no, I have to pee.” She jumped up, leaped off the bed, and ran to the bathroom.
Sabrina returned from the bathroom, her smile even bigger. She stepped onto the bed, her balance clumsy, she wobbled then toppled over and fell to her knees like a toddler leaning to walk. She stared at him and suddenly stopped laughing, lowered her gaze then turned away to settle flat on the bed. The expression in her eyes left him sad. He’d miss her. More than he cared to admit.
He inspected the mask and let out a whoop of satisfaction. “A-ha. The oil is working.”
He applied more oil against her skin with the swab. Bit-by-bit he worked around the edges. She continued to squirm until the hem of her nightgown was bunched around her belly button. The lacy bikini underwear barely covering her mound flashed him like a neon beacon making it damn near impossible to focus. Twice he almost put the swab in her ear. She wiggled and fidgeted as he tore his gaze away to concentrate on the job.
“Hold still, I almost have it off.” One last gentle tug later and Sabrina was free of the evil mask.
“There you go.” He sat back and grinned.
“You did it,” she squealed.
He stood and held out the hardened green mask. “What do you want to do with this?”
“Throw it away, burn it, set it under a steam roller. I don’t care.” She leapt straight in to his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist exactly the way he’d imagined earlier and kissed him.
This is what he wanted.
The action knocked the mask from of his hand and onto the bed where it bounced and landed on the floor.
It had started out as a simple thank you kiss, except the second her lips touched his, the soft sweet taste of her lips made him want to take it further, and turn it into much more.
He’d been dying to give her more than the virtuous little kisses he’d doled out. All the pent up passion he’d held back suddenly ran rampant, as if he’d been down to his last buck and won a jackpot in Vegas. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close against his body.
Her hardened nipples pressed against his chest. He
Twenty minutes later his head was swimming. Judging from Sabrina’s constant laughter, she felt no pain. He didn’t feel any worse for wear either. In fact, they had developed a serious case of the giggles. Had he ever giggled before?
Not Likely. He wasn’t the type. He blinked and forced his focus back to the mask removal.
“Come on Sabrina, lay down and let’s get this thing off.”
“Go ahead, have your way with me.” Relaxed and pliant, she laughed softly, hiccupped, and flopped back down on the bed.
He let out a breath of air. Holy Jesus man, she didn’t mean that way. He sat on the bed and placed her head on his lap. Shit, this didn’t help him rein in his libido either. He needed to get the damn thing off and get the hell out of there. Fast.
“Close your eyes. This might hurt. I want to try to free the hairs of your eyebrows and around your forehead. I don’t want to yank them out. Please lie still.” His voice rose higher than he’d ever heard it before.
“Tell me a joke or something. Anything to keep my mind off of what you’re doing,” she asked, visibly anxious and unhappy.
“Clean or dirty? The joke I mean?”
“I don’t care, just hurry up. I don’t want the booze to wear off too soon.” She straightened her body out stiffly and wiggled her toes.
“In that case, let’s have another couple of shots and relieve the rest of your tension first.”
Two shots later the chuckles were back, an octave louder. Sabrina got back in to position as he continued to work, sing-songing his bawdy little ditty.
“There once was a man from Nantucket,
who didn’t have much more than a ducat.
He drank what he could,
which was more than he should.
And soon found his head in a bucket.”
“No fair.” She clutched her stomach. Her laughter gave a bouncing shake to the bed beneath her. “Oh no, I have to pee.” She jumped up, leaped off the bed, and ran to the bathroom.
Sabrina returned from the bathroom, her smile even bigger. She stepped onto the bed, her balance clumsy, she wobbled then toppled over and fell to her knees like a toddler leaning to walk. She stared at him and suddenly stopped laughing, lowered her gaze then turned away to settle flat on the bed. The expression in her eyes left him sad. He’d miss her. More than he cared to admit.
He inspected the mask and let out a whoop of satisfaction. “A-ha. The oil is working.”
He applied more oil against her skin with the swab. Bit-by-bit he worked around the edges. She continued to squirm until the hem of her nightgown was bunched around her belly button. The lacy bikini underwear barely covering her mound flashed him like a neon beacon making it damn near impossible to focus. Twice he almost put the swab in her ear. She wiggled and fidgeted as he tore his gaze away to concentrate on the job.
“Hold still, I almost have it off.” One last gentle tug later and Sabrina was free of the evil mask.
“There you go.” He sat back and grinned.
“You did it,” she squealed.
He stood and held out the hardened green mask. “What do you want to do with this?”
“Throw it away, burn it, set it under a steam roller. I don’t care.” She leapt straight in to his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist exactly the way he’d imagined earlier and kissed him.
This is what he wanted.
The action knocked the mask from of his hand and onto the bed where it bounced and landed on the floor.
It had started out as a simple thank you kiss, except the second her lips touched his, the soft sweet taste of her lips made him want to take it further, and turn it into much more.
He’d been dying to give her more than the virtuous little kisses he’d doled out. All the pent up passion he’d held back suddenly ran rampant, as if he’d been down to his last buck and won a jackpot in Vegas. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close against his body.
Her hardened nipples pressed against his chest. He
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