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lowered to the zipper of her skirt. The waist loosened as he pulled the zipper downward, but he didn’t let the skirt fall. Instead it slid every so slowly down her hips as he pulled. Finally it pooled around her ankles and he took her elbow and helped her step out of it.
    He walked around until he faced her again, and she could sense him looking at her.
    “You are so damn beautiful,” he uttered. “Every man’s fantasy. A gorgeous woman standing in front of him in heels and thigh-high hose. And pink lace panties and bra. How you manage to look so delectably
    feminine and devilishly sexy at the same time is beyond me. I alternate between wanting to make slow, sweet love to you and fucking you hard and hot.”
    His words sent a sharp bolt of arousal flooding through her body. Her legs shook and the burning between her legs intensified. Her clit swelled and ached, and anticipation fluttered deep in her belly.
    He moved closer until his chest pressed against her breasts. Wrapping his arms around her, he walked her backwards until the backs of her knees bumped the bed. Now she knew how he’d felt when she’d done the same to him.
    “Lay down,” he murmured.
    She complied, sinking onto the soft bed. He pressed his mouth to her belly, kissing her once, the brush of his goatee tickling the sensitive skin.
    He stepped back and raised one of her legs. His fingers glided down her limb, rolling underneath to brush the backside. When he reached the heel of her shoe, he tugged, pulling it free. The shoe slid off and fell with a clunk to the floor.
    He repeated the same, slow tease with the other leg until both shoes had been removed.
    Her fingers curled into the bedding as he began removing her hose. Each touch, each whisper across her skin sent a delicious shudder up her body. Then he bent to press his mouth against her leg, following the downward progress of her hose with his lips.
    She moaned, surprised at the torturous, needy sound spilling from her throat. Unable to see his movements, not knowing where he’d touch her next heightened her anticipation to a nearly painful threshold.
    He eased one leg down and then lifted her other, giving it identical treatment as he removed the stockings. She was awash in desire, her pulse beating frantically, her blood racing, and he had only just begun.
    When his fingers slipped underneath the thin lace of her underwear, she arched into him, aching for him to touch her, wanting his fingers to slide between the wet folds of her pussy.
    Instead, he eased the underwear down over her hips and kissed the skin just above the nest of curls. She flinched in reaction, gasping at the electric shock.
    He worked her underwear down her legs until he tugged it free of her feet.
    “Roll over,” he commanded.
    She rolled to the left and was aided by his firm hands. Hands that caressed her back and slid down to cup the globes of her ass.
    Her fingers curled tighter into the bedding and she clenched her teeth, sure she’d go nuts if he didn’t stop his sensual assault.
    Her bra loosened as he freed the hooks. Then he eased her back over, pulling the bra from her body.
    “Beautiful,” he breathed.
    He left her again, and she heard the water turn off. A gentle splash echoed over the room and a second later, he took her hand and guided her up from the bed.
    “Over here,” he said, leading her a few steps. Then he reached behind her head and untied the blindfold.
    She blinked as the room came into focus. She took in dozens of flickering candles, a huge Jacuzzi filled with sudsy water. And roses. There were roses laid carelessly about the room, intermixed with the candles.
    “Your bath awaits,” he said with a small smile.
    She continued to gape around the room as he pulled her toward the tub. He helped her up the step and didn’t release her hand until she eased into the water, sitting down as the suds climbed higher up her body.
    “Wes, this is beautiful!”
    “Glad you like it,” he said.
    She