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He tipped his head down to look at her. “Definitely.”

Licking her lips, she asked, “Are you into S&M or BD… um, I can never remember the rest of it.”

“BDSM, and no. I don’t get pleasure from pain. I do like control—as I do in all aspects of my life—but I wouldn’t call myself a dominant. It’s my way, not a lifestyle choice. So, while I do like the idea of having you at my mercy,” he pressed himself against her ass proving how much he liked the idea, “there won’t be any whips, chains, or crops to accompany it.”

Thank goodness for that. While she was up for exploration in the bedroom, she didn’t like pain and couldn’t see it as something that would turn her on.

“No ropes now, though. It can be something we work up to.”

Again, she was relieved and nodded in full agreement. Although she trusted Blake—she wouldn’t be there with him if she didn’t—being at someone’s complete mercy was a whole other level of trust, and she wasn’t ready for that yet.

“For now, I want to learn what you like, explore all ofyou.”

His hand left her panties, and she felt a moment of disappointment until she realized he did it to remove her top, grabbing it by the hem and whipping it over her head. He pinched the clasp of her bra at her back, letting the straps fall over her shoulders then slide down her arms.

His hands came up to cup her bared breasts. “Beautiful,” he whispered into her neck, his tongue coming out to trace the line of her pulse.

She tipped her head, giving him better access, and his lips continued upward, stopping long enough to nip her jaw before finding her lips. And there they stayed for a long deep kiss. His mouth devoured hers as though he’d never get enough. And it was a heady feeling, knowing he wanted her so badly.

As badly as she wanted him.

His hands moved down her torso to her jeans. Hooking his thumbs in the waist, he pushed them over her hips, until they fell down her legs. “Step out.”

She did, kicking them to the side until she was left in her panties and at Blake’s mercy in a whole other way.

“Turn around.”

He looked his fill as she spun before him with nothing but a pair of lacy underwear covering her pussy. He’d envisioned her like that, many times, but his imagination hadn’t done her justice.

She was perfect.

He took his time looking at her, memorizing every detail. Smooth, flawless skin, full, rounded tits, slim waist, flaring hips, a fucking great pair of legs.

“Sit.” His voice was gruff, matching the hunger coursing through his veins.

She did, looking over her shoulder to gauge the distance before taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

He knelt before her, taking the socks from her feet before his hands traced a path up her thighs. Fuck, her skin was soft, like the smoothest silk.

“Lie back.”

His dick throbbed when she did as told with no questions or hesitations. Leaning in, he spread her thighs and breathed in her scent, his dick choking in the confines of his jeans.

He traced the tip of his finger over the dark spot on her underwear, feeling the moisture that had seeped through the silk. “So fucking wet, and I haven’t even started yet.”

She issued a small whimper, and that went straight to his dick, too. He undid his pants, giving himself extra room. He had a feeling he’d need it once he got his mouth on her pussy.

Grasping the thin elastic bands at her hips, he slid the last barrier that separated him from what he wanted, down her legs.

He took a moment to look, his thumbs brushing the soft skin of her inner thighs. She had a little tuft of downy hair teasing the start of lips shaved smooth. Her wetness caught the light invitingly and had his mouth practically watering for a taste.

“Blake?”

He moved his eyes up her body. She’d lifted her head, staring down at him. “Just savoring the moment, sweetheart.”

“Can you savor it while putting thoughts to actions?”

He chuckled. That mouth of hers was going to get her into trouble. He removed one of his hands from her thigh to free his cock from his underwear and fisted it. “What action would you like me to start with?”

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