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“Oh, I’m ready.” She let out a quiet sigh. “Please.”

His smile widened. “Ah, you say that so nicely. It makes me want to do very bad things to you.”

She smiled back, her mind sinking lower and lower into that floating place where everything was pure, dark, velvety pleasure.

“Did you dress as I told you to?”

“Yes, Adam.”

“Show me.”

Her brows drew together, then she smiled and took a small step back. She unbuttoned her blouse, her liquid brown gaze on his as she slipped the white cotton from her shoulders, revealing the simple white lace of her bra. The lush rise of her breasts spilled over the top edges, making him want to fill his hands with them. And he would, later.

He gave a nod of his chin, and she unzipped her tight pencil skirt, letting it slide down over her long legs until he could see the white lacy garter belt, the matching thong, the sheer white stockings contrasting with the high red heels she wore. She stepped out of the skirt, and he took it from her, tossing it onto a chair.

“Perfect,” he murmured. “Turn around and brace your hands on the wall.”

She raised an eyebrow, then he saw the shift in her features—the loosening that signaled her yielding. She turned around and did as she was told with absolute grace. Beautiful.

He came up behind her and traced a finger down her spine, felt her shiver in response. Gorgeous, silky skin. He smoothed his palm around her waist, over her stomach, felt her pulling it tight before he moved his hand up higher, over her lush breast.

She moaned quietly.

“Do you like my touch, Skye?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, please Adam.”

He cupped her full flesh through the lace of her bra, squeezing as she pressed into his palm.

“What is it, Skye?”

“Touch me,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Like this?”

He reached into her bra and tweaked her nipple hard.

“Oh! Yes…”

He moved in then, yanked her body hard against his and her round buttocks against his growing erection. She surged back into him, and he allowed it for a moment before releasing her. She groaned.

“Stay perfectly still. I’ll be right back.”

He went to the leather case he’d left sitting next to the couch, pulled a few implements from it, chose one and set the rest on a side table.

Reaching out to stroke the soft skin of her gorgeous ass, he pinched the flesh here and there. She squirmed, which made him smile. He slipped his hand up to her side, grabbing and pinching the skin hard enough to make her pant, to make her squirm harder. He knew it hurt, but she was bowing back into him, then pulling away, bowing back again. She was obviously loving the pain, handling it in a way that told him she needed to feel it as much as he needed to give it to her.

Yes, need to give her what she needs. Now.

He paused.

“Brace yourself again. And hold still, Skye.”

She was out of her head just handing herself over to him. Of course, the way he was handling her, so roughly yet so carefully, was the loveliest mind-fuck in itself and she loved it. She couldn’t help it. She was exactly where she wanted to be.

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