number.
Slipping out of her skirt, she stood for a moment. Steam misted the top half of the mirror. Black lace thong, stockinged legs, and high heels were all that was visible. She had good legs. Damn good.
“You are hot,” she whispered. It had nothing to do with the steamy bathroom and everything to do with the look in Scott’s eyes that first night. “You deserve this. You will have it.”
She’d be bold and unabashed. She’d step out of her comfort zone and demand what she wanted. The affirmation made her feel powerful, in control. Just what she needed after an arduous day. Trinity stripped down and climbed into the tub to lounge.
An hour later, she was ready for him. At precisely seven thirty, there was a rap on the door. Peeping out the hole, she smiled, unlatched the door, leaving it slightly ajar.
As she’d instructed him, he didn’t come in right away. Counting to ten, the length of time he was to wait, she skipped to the bed. Flopping down on her stomach, she propped her face on her crossed arms.
Like a bowl of chocolate ice cream, she wanted to savor the look in his eye the moment he saw her.
HOLY Hell. The room was a duplicate of that other night, white down comforter, soft lighting, the scent of soap and steam lingering in the air. But the woman laying belly down across the bed wasn’t at all the same. His Jezebel exuded raw sexuality, definitely the naughty incarnation tonight. Mile-high heels, long legs in black stockings, the squeezable globes of her ass framed by a lace thong, and a gorgeous expanse of naked back.
Scott wanted to eat her up.
“Strip,” she said, her take-charge attitude a new facet.
He tugged off his suit jacket and yanked on his tie, throwing both across a chair, twin to the one he’d sat in watching as she made herself come. In his haste to undo his shirt, he tore a button loose.
She propped herself on an elbow to watch him, her other arm tucked against her, a delicious breast playing peekaboo.
Naked from the waist up, he stopped with his hand on his belt. “Everything?”
She gave him a sexy, seductive half smile. “Nervous about exposing yourself?”
“Not in the least.” He got that she was turning the tables. Last time she’d been the one exposed. He hadn’t been able to get the picture out of his mind, her legs open, inviting, her skin flushed with orgasm. Now, though she was virtually naked, she still hid all the essential parts from him.
“I was more worried about your delicate sensibilities,” he finished, allowing himself a slight smile.
Jezebel laughed, a sound as sexy as the name he’d given her. “Delicate sensibilities? What are you? Mr. Darcy?”
Scott tipped his head.
“From the movie? Pride and Prejudice .” She laughed again. “Or maybe it was Clueless .” Then she shook her head. “You don’t get it anyway, so forget it. Take off your pants.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He toed off his dress shoes, then shucked his slacks, only his underwear left.
“Ooh,” she cooed, “I figured you for a briefs kind of guy.”
Under the white cotton, his cock was already hard. “What is a briefs kind of guy?”
She bent both legs at the knee, waving her feet in the air, twining her ankles. “Someone who is controlled,” she said while his gaze was riveted on her gorgeous ass, “but waiting to burst free.”
His cock wanted to burst free, all right.
She nodded with her chin. “Take them off,” she whispered. It was the hottest damn sound he’d ever heard.
When he was naked before her, next to the bed, she took in every line of his body from chest to thigh. His erection grew under her scrutiny.
“Very nice.” She licked her lips. “Stroke it.”
He wondered if it was payback. Whacking off for a woman wasn’t part of
Slipping out of her skirt, she stood for a moment. Steam misted the top half of the mirror. Black lace thong, stockinged legs, and high heels were all that was visible. She had good legs. Damn good.
“You are hot,” she whispered. It had nothing to do with the steamy bathroom and everything to do with the look in Scott’s eyes that first night. “You deserve this. You will have it.”
She’d be bold and unabashed. She’d step out of her comfort zone and demand what she wanted. The affirmation made her feel powerful, in control. Just what she needed after an arduous day. Trinity stripped down and climbed into the tub to lounge.
An hour later, she was ready for him. At precisely seven thirty, there was a rap on the door. Peeping out the hole, she smiled, unlatched the door, leaving it slightly ajar.
As she’d instructed him, he didn’t come in right away. Counting to ten, the length of time he was to wait, she skipped to the bed. Flopping down on her stomach, she propped her face on her crossed arms.
Like a bowl of chocolate ice cream, she wanted to savor the look in his eye the moment he saw her.
HOLY Hell. The room was a duplicate of that other night, white down comforter, soft lighting, the scent of soap and steam lingering in the air. But the woman laying belly down across the bed wasn’t at all the same. His Jezebel exuded raw sexuality, definitely the naughty incarnation tonight. Mile-high heels, long legs in black stockings, the squeezable globes of her ass framed by a lace thong, and a gorgeous expanse of naked back.
Scott wanted to eat her up.
“Strip,” she said, her take-charge attitude a new facet.
He tugged off his suit jacket and yanked on his tie, throwing both across a chair, twin to the one he’d sat in watching as she made herself come. In his haste to undo his shirt, he tore a button loose.
She propped herself on an elbow to watch him, her other arm tucked against her, a delicious breast playing peekaboo.
Naked from the waist up, he stopped with his hand on his belt. “Everything?”
She gave him a sexy, seductive half smile. “Nervous about exposing yourself?”
“Not in the least.” He got that she was turning the tables. Last time she’d been the one exposed. He hadn’t been able to get the picture out of his mind, her legs open, inviting, her skin flushed with orgasm. Now, though she was virtually naked, she still hid all the essential parts from him.
“I was more worried about your delicate sensibilities,” he finished, allowing himself a slight smile.
Jezebel laughed, a sound as sexy as the name he’d given her. “Delicate sensibilities? What are you? Mr. Darcy?”
Scott tipped his head.
“From the movie? Pride and Prejudice .” She laughed again. “Or maybe it was Clueless .” Then she shook her head. “You don’t get it anyway, so forget it. Take off your pants.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He toed off his dress shoes, then shucked his slacks, only his underwear left.
“Ooh,” she cooed, “I figured you for a briefs kind of guy.”
Under the white cotton, his cock was already hard. “What is a briefs kind of guy?”
She bent both legs at the knee, waving her feet in the air, twining her ankles. “Someone who is controlled,” she said while his gaze was riveted on her gorgeous ass, “but waiting to burst free.”
His cock wanted to burst free, all right.
She nodded with her chin. “Take them off,” she whispered. It was the hottest damn sound he’d ever heard.
When he was naked before her, next to the bed, she took in every line of his body from chest to thigh. His erection grew under her scrutiny.
“Very nice.” She licked her lips. “Stroke it.”
He wondered if it was payback. Whacking off for a woman wasn’t part of
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