Page 38 of Bound in Lingerie (Bare Naked Designs 3)

A look of understanding stared back at her. “Marilyn?”

Amie nodded.

“So you’re mad at me.”

“I’m not mad. I… Why didn’t you tell me? You made me believe all this time that you were the big bad wolf.”

“Why does it matter? You liked believing that. There was no reason for you to believe otherwise.”

Other than the fact that I might be falling in love with you?

“You’re nothing like I thought you were. And I’m sorry for thinking the worst of you.” Amie cupped his face and leaned in for a kiss.

Out of the corner of her eye Amie saw the press box. She pulled him in that direction.

“Whoa! Where are we going?” Milton asked.

Amie pulled him along, his breath hitting her skin. Upon learning the truth about Milton’s character Amie could barely fend off the overwhelming urge to please him. It could be a result of the guilt that nagged at her for thinking so poor of him in the first place. Or it could be the fact that she could now reconcile her feelings for the man. The feelings she tried to push aside that went against everything she believed in.

They approached the makeshift press box. It was conveniently unlocked. Amie pulled him inside the metal shed and closed the door behind them. The small room was bare except for a desk and some chairs, and a bunch of buttons and tabs that no doubt controlled the lights for the diamonds.

Amie pushed Milton against the desk.

“Woods, what is going on with you?”

It was a different kind of kiss. Soft and slow. Not as fierce as their other encounters. A kiss of love. His hands gripped around her, and he pulled her tighter to his body.

“We only have one more night together,” she whispered against his lips. “I have something special planned.”

Their lips nipped at each other and he bit her bottom lip. A signature move. A move she loved, one that made her insides quiver.

“I have to do everything you say, don’t I? I’m in for whatever you have up your sleeve.”

“Hmm...” A tiny smirk curled at the side of her lip when she noticed the bulge in his pants. She loved that a simple kiss got him hard.

“What’s going on in that dirty brain of yours?”

Amie attacked the fly of his jeans.

“Amie, what–”

She rested her finger against his lips. “Shh…” Her hands released his cock from his pants. Amie reached inside the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a condom.

“You played baseball with a condom on you. In front of the children, Amie.”

She laughed and ripped open the packet, wasting no time before she smoothed it down his shaft.

Milton sat on the desk with a soft curse. “Damn, there are buttons up my ass.”

Amie chuckled.

“You think that’s funny?” He grabbed her by the hips and turned her around until she rested against the desk.

He undid the button, then the zipper of her jeans. The next thing she knew her pants dangled from one leg. He lifted her onto the desk and filled her in one fluid motion. Amie moaned as his length hit just the right spot. She fumbled behind her, trying to find a flat section to rest her hands on. He pumped in a steady motion. Each time their pelvises met they let out a hard breath.

“Milton,” Amie whispered.

He rested his head in the curve of her neck and continued to fuck her. A wave of heat flowed through her body. Both of them tensed as a loud knock on the door sounded behind them.

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