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little deeper into the state of grace she seemed to be able to put him in at will.
Warm, lubricated hands swept over his shoulder blades, down his back, and pushed his pants a
little farther down his hips. No tattoos for you, Major?
Uh-uh. I m not a big fan of needles.
She chuckled. Beauty knows no pain.
My ass knows no pain, and I d like to keep it that way.
This time, when her fingers wandered to the base of his spine and gently probed the gap between
his vertebrae, he didn t tense up. She offset the downward push at his lower back with opposite
motion at the base of his skull. The entire length of his spine underwent a slow, subtle stretch, and,
just like last time, the ache dissolved. He couldn t hold back a groan of relief.
Better? She shifted around until she faced his feet.
God, yes, he confirmed, in barely more than a two-syllable grunt.
Any residual pain darting along here? Her hands smoothed over the small of his back and then
down into his pants, moving lower as she massaging his hip.
The new direction of the massage managed to relax and energize him at the same time. Within
seconds, those nimble fingers of hers had his dick drilling a hole in the floorboards. Chloe?
Yes? Her hands stopped their slow, circular sweeps along his hip.
I m going to turn over now.
I m still feeling some impaction here at the abductor
I m going to turn over, he repeated and made good on the announcement. You, he hooked his
hand into the gap between her back and the waistband of her shorts, are going to shimmy out of
these. He gave the shorts a tug. Understand? Maybe they didn t have any condoms, but he was
ready to get creative.
She sat stock-still for a moment, not facing him, and he wondered if he d offended her by issuing
the lewd instruction while she was working on him. Then she stood, and, God help him, unbuttoned
the little shorts. She let them fall to her ankles, treating him to the sight of the hummingbird framed by
the frilly elastic of a lemon-yellow thong.
What next? she asked, as she stepped out of the shorts.
The shirt.
He watched, dry-mouthed, as she lifted the tank top over her head and tossed it aside. Only the
yellow thong and matching bra interrupted the smooth, lightly tanned expanses of skin before him.
Anything else you d like me to take off?
The word everything sprang to mind, but what actually came out of his mouth was, Put the shoes
back on.
She turned her head and offered him a perfect profile, and he saw her lips curve slightly. Yes,
sir. Then she bent down and slipped the shiny, leather heels on. He couldn t have spoken a word if
his life depended on it.
And now?
He took a ridiculous amount of pleasure in the fact that her voice wasn t quite steady.
Turn around, get on your knees, and straddle my face.
She turned, and trailed her fingers over the lacy edge of her bra cup. A pretty pink flush colored her
cheeks. Mind if I take this off first? It feels a little& tight& all of the sudden.
Not at all. Make yourself comfortable.
Thank you. A second later the bra landed on the carpet beside him.
Now, she shook out her hair and leveled her gaze on him, what was it you had in mind again?
He patted his chest. You, on your knees, straddling my face.
One light brow arched. Well, that gives you something to do, but what about me? How do I occupy
myself?
He wrapped his fingers around her ankle. I don t think you ll be bored. In about a minute you re
going to be fully occupied coming on my tongue.
The corner of her mouth rose in a challenging smile. One minute? You re awfully cocky for a guy
who s flat on his back.
Go ahead, put me to the test.
She moved to stand just beyond the top of his head. He felt the toe of her shoe brush his hair. Why
don t we see who s coming against who s tongue in one minute. With that suggestion hanging in the
air, she knelt and planted a knee on either side of his head. The pose left her thighs open and the damp
silk of her panties scant inches from his lips.
Game on, he managed as she walked her hands down alongside his body until her face hovered
over his lap. Her hands bracketed his hips. He raised his knees and planted the soles of his feet flat on
the floor.
She pressed her face against the front of his pants and nuzzled a groan out of him. Then she looked
down at him through the space between their bodies and smiled. Still think you re going to win this
battle, Major?
Chloe, do you remember everything I did to you yesterday with my mouth? How I licked and
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