Page 12 of Wicked Fantasies

“Man sounds like a slave driver,” Ross joked, thrilled to be teasing a half-naked Jules in bed.

She laughed. “Well, with any luck he is.”

Ross’s cock rose another three inches. “Talk about tugging on the tiger’s tail. Are we finished talking now?”

“Yes, we’re finished talking.” She snuggled closer to him.

“There’s this saying that comes to mind.” Ross lifted Julia and placed her on her back in the center of the bed.

“What saying?” Julia asked breathlessly.

“Start as you intend to finish.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, get ready, Brown Eyes, because I’ve had ten years to think of all the ways I want to take you and I intend to try every one of them before we leave this cabin.”

“Oh my,” she answered breathlessly as Ross leaned over to claim her lips again in his possessive kiss.

Nipping lightly on her lower lip, he pushed his tongue into her mouth forcefully, showing her in no uncertain means how he intended to have her.

Fast and hard.

He paused briefly to lift her T-shirt over her head and watched Julia blush all the way up from her toes. She looked sexy as hell, lying beneath him, totally naked while he was still fully dressed.

“No bra?” he asked, his fingers skimming the tops of her breasts.

“I wasn’t expecting company.” Her breath caught on the words as Ross bent and took one nipple into his mouth.

“I like knowing you’re naked underneath your clothes. Ready for me.” He lightly bit the sensitive bud and was pleased by the moan that escaped her lips.

“Oh my God,” Julia muttered again as Ross laughed.

“I think I’d prefer ‘Oh my master’, but whatever works for you,” he teased, pulling away to kneel beside her.

Julia flushed once again at his close scrutiny. She lifted her arms slightly to cover her body with her hands before apparently changing her mind and lowering them again. He loved all of her many facets—innocence wrapped in a sexy package, shyness mixed with just enough minx, and curiosity overwhelmed by full-blown desire. Her brown eyes asked questions his body couldn’t wait to answer.

Suddenly the intensity of the moment seemed to catch up to her and he watched as she attempted to stifle a giggle.

Grinning, Ross asked, “What’s so funny?” as laughter shook her body.

“I’m sorry,” Julia said after a few moments, gasping for breath as her laughter became even more unrestrained. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”

“Why not?” Ross was pleased to see her so happy. He loved Julia’s sense of fun and having her laughing in his arms, nude in his bed, was probably as close to heaven as he’d ever been.

“It just seems so strange. I mean, it’s us.”

“Us?”

“You and me,us,” she answered as if her explanation made perfect sense. “I mean, I’m lying naked in bed with you. You’re my editor, for God’s sake. My best friend and self-appointed big brother. We’ve known each other forever and a day and, I don’t know—” she stumbled, struggling to find the right words, “—I suppose I never really thought we’d do something like this.”

“Never?” Ross asked suspiciously. He’d caught his shy little writer casting glances at him before when she thought his back was turned. He refused to believe this attraction of his was totally one-sided.

“Well,” Julia began, a fresh blush staining her lovely cheeks, “I mean, I wondered what it would be like.”

“Just wondered?” Ross teased. “What about those hot fantasies?”

“Ross.” Julia playfully slugged him on the shoulder. “You’re my editor. That would hardly be professional.”

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