Under Wraps by Joanne Rock

pleased him to no end. Her hands found his waist. Fingers spanning his sides, she glided a light touch up his chest, her hips swaying closer as if she danced to a song only she could hear.
    â€œPromises, promises,” she whispered over his chest as she bent to kiss him there.
    She was as sexy and sensual in real life as she’d appeared in hours of secret surveillance. And right now, she seemed as keyed-up and ready for this as him.
    â€œNever let it be said I don’t deliver.” Stripping off his shirt, he tossed it on the ground behind her. Then, scooping her off her feet, he laid her on the rug in front of the hearth, carefully spreading the shirt out beneath her.
    He stayed on his feet long enough to remove his pants and retrieve a condom. Marnie watched his every move,lifting one leg to slide off her stocking with all the finesse of a showgirl. When she had it free, she wound the silk around her wrists and extended her bound hands to him.
    â€œWant to take me into custody?”
    He carefully raised her arms over her head and held them there while he stretched over her.
    â€œNot yet, but there’s no telling what might happen if I find a strange man in our room again.” He slid a hand down her back where a row of endless hooks kept her delectable body captive. One by one, he began easing them free.
    â€œHe only poured my tea,” she assured him, wrapping her bare leg around his and massaging the back of his calf with the ball of her foot.
    â€œI don’t care about the tea.” He loosened the corset enough to expose the plump swell of her breasts and he flicked his tongue over one taut nipple. Then, leaving the remaining hooks for the moment, he palmed the warmth between her thighs. “As long as you leave the cream and honey for me.”
    Her body quivered as soon as he touched her. Impatiently, he brushed aside her panties and sought the slick center of her. Circling the tight core with his finger, he mirrored the movement with his tongue along her nipple. Her breath grew short, her back arching under him as she sought more.
    Drawing hard, he took the tight peak deep in his mouth as he slid two fingers inside her. She bucked and cried out, her release coming fast. The spasms went on and on as he coaxed out every sweet response.
    Freeing her wrists from the slippery stocking bondage, she looped her arms about his neck and whispered a new demand.
    â€œCome inside me.”
    Marnie willed Jake to comply with her request, her whole body crying out for his. She’d never peaked so fast or so easily, but then she’d been on fire for this man for days. The steamy atmosphere of the Marquis had only made it worse.
    He stared down into her eyes, his strong features cast in stark shadows from the fire. The red light illuminated his sculpted muscles in deep bronze, every sinew visible as he positioned himself between her legs.
    Tracing the outline of his hard flesh with her hands, she absorbed his heat and his strength as he rolled on a condom. The aftershocks from her release intensified as he entered her, sending her hips into motion as she rode them out. Jake stilled, splaying one hand on her waist to hold her in place.
    When he moved again, it was to roll her on top of him. With both his hands now free, he unfastened the last of the hooks on her confining corset and slid it off. Then, taking her hips in his hands, he guided her where he wanted, pulling her close as he thrust deep inside.
    The slow, satisfying rhythm made her rain kisses all over his chest and his face, the bliss of being with him so overwhelming she didn’t know what to do with it all. Too soon, the steady, delicious dance built a new ache inside her; she could hardly stand the discipline of each measured thrust. Seizing his shoulders, she arched backto take her pleasure in her own hands and give her hips unrestricted access to every inch of him.
    He called her name as she spiraled over the edge of the