Free Perfect Alignment by KB Alan Page B

feet, followed by the panties. He loved that while she was clearly not an exhibitionist, neither was she terribly shy about her body. She’d been embarrassed to be in front of the mirror at his house, but she stood in front of him now and she smiled. Oh yeah. He liked that a lot.
    He directed her to remove her shoes and hang up the dress, then rose to stand in front of her.
    “Now you can undress me.”
    She didn’t hesitate, but reached for the knot of his tie. It occurred to him he’d never worn a suit and tie to a club, though it had seemed like a natural choice for picking her up at a nice hotel. He’d never had feminine hands loosen the knot at his throat and release the silk from around his neck. It was sexy, but somehow sweet. She slipped it over his head, bringing her mouth so very close to his, letting her breasts tease his chest.
    He narrowed his eyes at her when she leaned in even closer, but she just smiled serenely and laid his tie over the back of the couch. It took more effort than it should to hold back the smile he wanted to let escape. She stepped back, though only a very small step, and brought her hands between them to work on his shirt buttons.
    It was torture, one he nearly ended a number of times by pulling back and taking care of the job himself, but he maintained control and forced himself to savor the feel of her warm hands making their way down his front. When she’d released the last button, she followed his example and ran her hands up his chest to separate the shirt panels. He took in a deep breath and her fingers responded by digging into the muscles of his chest. Ten small points of contact that made him ache.
    When she seemed inclined to linger, he forced his brain to clear.
    “Emma.”
    “Hmmm.”
    “You’re supposed to be doing a job.”
    She blinked up at him and stopped her explorations of his chest through his undershirt. The blush she’d held back while he’d examined her naked sprang to her face and he had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing.
    “Sorry, Sir.”
    She yanked her hands from him and moved them to the hem of his shirt, sliding it up his chest with a bit more speed. He raised his arms until she had the shirt clear of his head before he took over the job and dropped the shirt to the chair behind him. Her attention had already refocused on his belt.

    Emma wanted to rip the belt from Drew’s pants and get down to business, but she was pretty sure he’d see that as disobeying his orders. Instead, she forced herself to remove the belt slowly and add it to the growing pile of his things. She resisted the temptation to curl her fingers into his waistband while unbuttoning his pants, and instead held them as far away from his skin as was possible while sliding the zipper down. She let the pants fall to his ankles while she dealt with shoes she’d forgotten. She untied the laces and held the shoes steady while he stepped clear.
    “Hang the clothes up,” he directed.
    She did as she was told and turned to find him sitting at the foot of the bed, the throw pillow again on the floor at his feet. Licking her lips, she didn’t need his pointed finger to know what her next task was. Sinking to her knees, she waited for his instructions though her mouth watered in anticipation.
    “Tell me what you want,” he said.
    She blinked. Okay, not the order she’d been expecting. “I want to take you in my mouth.”
    “Be more specific.”
    “I want to lick your cock and wrap my lips around you. I want to hold it in my hands and play with your balls. I want to smell you and taste you and swallow you down.”
    He gripped her hair in his hand, wound the length around his fist and pulled until she was forced to look up at him. The heat in his eyes matched the fire racing through her system. Without rushing, he lowered his face and kissed her. It was slow and easy, when she expected hard and fast. She wanted to run her hands through his hair, over his body, pull him closer and