Page 71 of The Director's Daughter

He guided her into the living room, through the dining room and kitchen, then up a back flight of stairs to the second floor.

“Your house is amazing. It has so many nooks and alcoves.”

“It was built in the forties, but when the previous owners renovated they left in all the wonderful, old-world detail. That’s what sold me. Wait until you see my room. It has incredible crown moldings and exposed beams. They flew in the fireplace mantle from Italy.”

As he opened the double doors that led into the bedroom, Emma walked in, then stopped and stared. The paned-glass, bay window offered a lemon and white padded window seat, complimenting the papered walls boasting narrow stripes of lemon and white, with the exception of a white wall behind the antique four-poster bed. Etchings in narrow gilded frames graced the walls, and the white marble fireplace was elegant without being pretentious.

“My, gosh, Zach, this is gorgeous.”

“I can’t take any credit. I haven’t changed anything since I moved in, and why would I? It’s so fresh and light. That bed was my first serious furniture purchase a while back.”

“Of course it was! A young man running around Hollywood must have a serious bed.”

“I’ve never been a young man running around Hollywood,” he said with a chuckle. “I was working too hard to run around anywhere. How do you think I ended up with all this? I didn’t just snap my fingers.”

“It’s beautiful, and so peaceful. It really is something special.”

“Thanks. Let me show you the rest of the place.”

“Why don’t we just stay here?” she said softly, lifting her arms around his neck. “I need something to stir my appetite.”

“Like...?”

“I brought my homework.”

“Did you now?”

“I did. The list is in my bag downstairs, but there’s one fantasy I could tell you about right now.”

“I’m listening,” he murmured, moving his arm around her waist and jerking her against him.

“Ooh, Zach, how can I concentrate when you do that?”

“Try.”

“I do a slow strip for you until I’m totally naked, but you’re still fully dressed, and, uh...”

“Is it my imagination or are you feeling shy?”

“It’s not your imagination.”

“Keep going. I’m loving it so far. You naked, me dressed. That by itself is hot.”

“It is?”

“Can’t you feel it?”

His cock was standing at attention, and shifting his body, he pressed it against her. Sighing, she leaned her head against the soft wool of his cashmere sweater.

“You have to tell me the rest. Once you start, you have to finish. That’s the rule.”

“I love that you have rules,” she said softly, pulling back and gazing up at him.

“And they must be followed. Keep going. You’re naked, I’m dressed. What happens next?”

“You put me across your knee, and after you spank me, you make me get on my knees in front of you and, uh, suck your cock until you’re almost ready, then you throw me on the bed and ravage me. What do you think?”

“I’ll show you what I think,” he said huskily...

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