remember?”
“I remember.” She wasn’t sure what to do, though. She sat astride him, looking at him with his arms behind his head, a grin curving his sexy lips, and Grace suddenly felt vulnerable and unsure. Two things that usually had sarcastic comments spilling out of her mouth. For once, she had nothing to say. She could only stare at the male perfection stretched out beneath her.
Jackson reached up and cupped her cheek, sliding his thumb over her bottom lip. “Take off your dress, baby.”
Right, lose the clothes, good idea. She forgot about the zipper this time and yanked the black material over her head. After tossing it to the floor, Grace cupped her breasts and squeezed. “I can still feel the rope against my skin. My nipples tingle when I think about it.” Jackson leaned forward and wrapped his powerful arms around her upper body. He placed a gentle kiss to each hardened tip. “I woke and you were gone, pet. The next time I bind you, I’m going to spank these pretty tits until they’re nice and pink.”
The use of that hated nickname should have doused her desire, but all it did was send her into a whirlwind of lust. God help her, she liked the idea of being his pet. At least in the bedroom.
“I think I’d rather tie you up instead. Have you ever been tied to the bed, Jackson?”
“No,” he stated firmly. “The rope is for you, not me.” She frowned. “Speaking of rope… How did you manage to get that through airport security?” He smoothed his palms over her ribcage, then down to her thighs. “I didn’t want to chance it. I can just see explaining that one.” They both laughed. “No, I bought it after we arrived.”
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Grace’s blood ran hot in her veins when Jackson let his fingers journey toward her clit. He stopped short of touching her where she needed him the most, which made her crazy. As she braced herself on his chest, his words hit her. “Wait, you’re telling me you went out and bought rope?”
“No, I called down to the desk.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“This is Vegas, baby, they’ll get you damn near anything for a price.” He winked. “Now, can we please talk about the rope later?”
His fingers came dangerously close to her mound again, but not close enough. Grace wanted to beg him to touch her pussy, to put her out of her misery. She wouldn’t, though, not this time. She was determined to make him plead a little for a change. Smoothing her fingertips over his muscular pecs and on down to his six-pack abs, Grace knew she’d never get enough of touching him. He was so big, so strong.
She felt safe with him. As she came to the waistband of his black boxers, she laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I can’t believe you walked through the hotel in your underwear.”
“It was only the hall, no one saw.” He swatted her thigh and ordered, “Lift up so I can take them off.
They’re becoming a nuisance.”
Who was she to say no? Grace lifted to her knees and let Jackson skim out of the only thing keeping her from her goal. He tossed them to the end of the bed and pulled her down until his cock was aligned with her pussy. “Mmm, much better.” He started to move back and forth, rubbing against her swollen clit. She already wanted to feel him buried deep, but there was something else she craved even more.
She clenched her thighs tight. “Not so fast, big guy. I’m running this show, remember?” He stopped and frowned up at her. “Just trying to move things along. You seem a bit slow this morning.”
“I haven’t had my coffee,” she whispered as she licked his chest. The flavor of his warm, male skin had her suddenly ravenous for more. She trailed kisses down his torso, tasting and licking as she went. She lifted off him and lay down between his legs, eye level with his cock. It was huge. Veins traveled the engorged length, and a drop of moisture dripped from the slit in his tip. She dipped her head
“I remember.” She wasn’t sure what to do, though. She sat astride him, looking at him with his arms behind his head, a grin curving his sexy lips, and Grace suddenly felt vulnerable and unsure. Two things that usually had sarcastic comments spilling out of her mouth. For once, she had nothing to say. She could only stare at the male perfection stretched out beneath her.
Jackson reached up and cupped her cheek, sliding his thumb over her bottom lip. “Take off your dress, baby.”
Right, lose the clothes, good idea. She forgot about the zipper this time and yanked the black material over her head. After tossing it to the floor, Grace cupped her breasts and squeezed. “I can still feel the rope against my skin. My nipples tingle when I think about it.” Jackson leaned forward and wrapped his powerful arms around her upper body. He placed a gentle kiss to each hardened tip. “I woke and you were gone, pet. The next time I bind you, I’m going to spank these pretty tits until they’re nice and pink.”
The use of that hated nickname should have doused her desire, but all it did was send her into a whirlwind of lust. God help her, she liked the idea of being his pet. At least in the bedroom.
“I think I’d rather tie you up instead. Have you ever been tied to the bed, Jackson?”
“No,” he stated firmly. “The rope is for you, not me.” She frowned. “Speaking of rope… How did you manage to get that through airport security?” He smoothed his palms over her ribcage, then down to her thighs. “I didn’t want to chance it. I can just see explaining that one.” They both laughed. “No, I bought it after we arrived.”
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Anne Rainey
Grace’s blood ran hot in her veins when Jackson let his fingers journey toward her clit. He stopped short of touching her where she needed him the most, which made her crazy. As she braced herself on his chest, his words hit her. “Wait, you’re telling me you went out and bought rope?”
“No, I called down to the desk.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“This is Vegas, baby, they’ll get you damn near anything for a price.” He winked. “Now, can we please talk about the rope later?”
His fingers came dangerously close to her mound again, but not close enough. Grace wanted to beg him to touch her pussy, to put her out of her misery. She wouldn’t, though, not this time. She was determined to make him plead a little for a change. Smoothing her fingertips over his muscular pecs and on down to his six-pack abs, Grace knew she’d never get enough of touching him. He was so big, so strong.
She felt safe with him. As she came to the waistband of his black boxers, she laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I can’t believe you walked through the hotel in your underwear.”
“It was only the hall, no one saw.” He swatted her thigh and ordered, “Lift up so I can take them off.
They’re becoming a nuisance.”
Who was she to say no? Grace lifted to her knees and let Jackson skim out of the only thing keeping her from her goal. He tossed them to the end of the bed and pulled her down until his cock was aligned with her pussy. “Mmm, much better.” He started to move back and forth, rubbing against her swollen clit. She already wanted to feel him buried deep, but there was something else she craved even more.
She clenched her thighs tight. “Not so fast, big guy. I’m running this show, remember?” He stopped and frowned up at her. “Just trying to move things along. You seem a bit slow this morning.”
“I haven’t had my coffee,” she whispered as she licked his chest. The flavor of his warm, male skin had her suddenly ravenous for more. She trailed kisses down his torso, tasting and licking as she went. She lifted off him and lay down between his legs, eye level with his cock. It was huge. Veins traveled the engorged length, and a drop of moisture dripped from the slit in his tip. She dipped her head
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