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course, witches aged slowly, and she didn t look a day over thirty, but still&
I had a series of unexpected calls at the office and had to finish up at home. I m
sorry -- did we have plans? She didn t usually forget things like that, but today had turned
her world on its head.
You re kidding, right? Concern lining his forehead, Ty sank down beside her on the
couch and released her hair from the knot at the back of her neck. Fluffing the chestnut
brown curls across her shoulders, he bent down to kiss her. Your altar s not set up. You re
not kidding, are you? You forgot?
Oh! In all her life, she d never forgotten one of the fire festivals. Lughnasadh. And
she hadn t so much as baked a loaf of bread to mark the summer harvest.
Hey, all the blood just rushed from your face. Buck up, Mrs. Robinson, all s not lost. I
have a feast packed -- thought you might like to eat out in the pagoda.
Sylvia fought a smile at the familiar jest. Don t call me that. Never could stand The
Graduate, anyway. And yes, to the picnic in the gardens. Thank you.
Back in a minute.
She watched him lope off toward the bedroom, her heart squeezing tight at the
thought of telling him. When he returned with an armful of summer clothing, she let him
undress her without protest. His fingers brushed the lacy outline of her bra as he struggled
with the tiny pearl buttons on her blouse, and she flushed at the contact. When he undid the
catch on her skirt, she rose to let the crisp fabric fall to the floor.
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Circling his arm around her small waist, he held her a moment, and she could almost
feel his eyes sweeping over her body. She d chosen royal blue lingerie to accent her pale skin,
and she suspected the effect of her skimpy bra, garter belt, nearly translucent panties, and
silk hose wasn t lost on Ty. Her breath came faster, and she wondered if he d take her here,
on the sofa, as he had hundreds of times before.
Tonight, he could have her any way he wanted. And when they were done, she d set
him free.
You re quiet tonight. Skillfully removing her bra, silk garter belt, and hose, he slid a
pair of indigo shorts up over her panties and tugged a barely-there white top down over her
head.
Rather than answer, Sylvia leaned into the heat of his chest and ran her hands over the
slope of his neck, tickling along the edge of his close-shaved hair with her fingertips.
Right, a quickie on the couch before we go out, then. Scooping her up and easing her
onto her back, he grabbed her legs and pulled her toward him, shoved her shorts around her
ankles, shed his own shorts and silk boxers, and tugged the edge of her panties aside.
She almost issued the familiar admonishment that he couldn t come on the sofa, but
tonight, stains on the furniture were the least of her worries. Arching against the warmth of
his body, she closed her eyes and let herself drift on the scent of salty, musky male, mixed
with earth, mint, and summer roses.
Sylvia felt him trail his fingers along her labia, making sure she was wet, then he sank
his swollen length into her without further preliminaries. Two years after she d seduced him
in the garden, it was still a challenge to take him all. A challenge she relished. Moaning like a
wanton cat, she arched higher and wrapped her legs around his broad back, digging her heels
into his spine every time he claimed more ground.
All?
Yes. Sweet goddess, yes!
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This was one of those moments she wished she d been graced with her older sister s
broad hips, rather then her own wraithlike figure. Stretching became burning as he struggled
to fill her, and she willed herself to relax. She grabbed his ass, sinking her nails into his skin
as she urged him deeper still. More than anything, she wanted to sear this encounter into her
memory, ensuring she d never forget.
Once she was as full as nature would allow, claimed and sated and shaking, he held still
and traced his fingers over the curves of her breasts. Cupping the mounds of flesh in his large
hands, he covered her completely, then squeezed until she whimpered against the pressure.
Shifting his strategy, he toyed with her nipple, pulling it forward until her skin
flattened between his thumb and fingertip. He rolled and pinched the areola, then finally
pinched the nipple itself as blue sparks exploded behind her eyes and licks of wet fire
traveled through her belly to her clitoris.
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