Page 30 of Fallen Roses

She follows me inside and says with a soft smile. “I love your apartment, James.”

“That’s surprising.”

“Why?”

“Because there is actual color in here, unlike the white tomb you prefer.”

I smirk as she laughs softly. “I like color, just not in my personal space.”

“Why not?”

I’m intrigued by this woman because her home is nothing like her. She is vibrant and sexy and her apartment is cool and enigmatic. Kind of like the accountant in her, the businesswoman if you like. Not the sexy woman who writhes beneath me and has more personality than any other woman I’ve fucked before.

She shrugs in answer to my question. “I like to keep a clear mind. When I return home, I can relax with no distractions. I prefer things in their place. It helps focus my mind.”

“On business?”

I raise my eyes and she nods. “I don’t entertain at home, James. Not usually. When I’m away from home, it’s all about business.”

“Where is home?”

She doesn’t answer me and heads across to the window and gazes down on the street below.

“You must have done very well to afford this apartment. It’s in a desired location and I know these don’t come cheap.”

She is purposefully changing the subject and I’m guessing her question is designed to anger rather than compliment, a distraction tactic that I’ve used myself on numerous occasions.

Annabelle Starling is hiding something and if I wasn’t so achingly attracted to her, I would insist on discovering it.

Well, if she wants a distraction, I can certainly offer that and I head toward her, catching her eyes in the reflection of the glass and when I reach her, I remove the jacket from her shoulders.

The silence stretches between us loaded with anticipation and as my fingers drift against her neck, her breathing intensifies along with the anticipation.

I bend my lips to her slender neck and press a light kiss on the soft skin. Her gasp echoes in the silence as I tug the zipper down on her dress, the gentle thud as it hits the floor the only sound in the room.

Gently, I push her forward until her hands reach out to steady herself against the glass and I wrench herpanties down and unhook her bra, ridding her body of anything that could get in my way.

She presses her face against the glass as I kiss her slowly, intent on taking my time and then I reach out and flick the remote, effectively closing the blinds.

I’m not averse to putting on a show, but for some strange reason I am protective of my mysterious lady.

I reach her thighs and bite each one firmly, making certain to leave my mark, loving her soft moan of pain as I prove I’m not the gentleman here.

My tongue gravitates to her sweet pussy, and as it enters her from behind, it’s rewarded with the finest dessert I could have wished for.

She is so wet, so ready and my cock throbs as it’s reminded of the delectable delight waiting for it.

But not yet.

We have all night and as she gasps and her legs shake, I pull away and say gruffly, “Do you trust me, Ana?”

“Yes.”

Her whispered response is as sure as what will happen next and as I remove my tie, I growl huskily, “Place your hands behind your back.

She does as I say and I bind her wrists together, my rough fingers pulling the bonds tight.

Her gentle hiss of pain excites me, which merely demonstrates how depraved my tastes are, and I growl, “Spread your legs.”

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