Free His Revenge Baby: 50 Loving States, Washington by Theodora Taylor

hair.
    “Okay,”shesaid,eyestippingaway,andthenreturningrightbacktohis.Connecting withhim,despitehiswordstothecontrary,stillstrokinghissurprisinglysoftblack hair.Waitingforhimtotellhertostop.
    ChapterTwelve
    NOFOUNDhimselfhavingtoputeffortintonotrespondingtoherquestion,toher touch,whichwas…unusual.Normallyhehadnoproblem,whatsoever,keepinghis thoughtsneutralandmostofall,tohimself—especiallywherewomenwereconcerned.
    ButthisAmericanwomanwassoconfusing.
    Runningintotheapartmentlate,andonlyseemingtomomentarilyregisterthat she’dbrokenseveralcardinalrulesbeforeinquiringabouthisday.Hehadn’tbeen preparedforthequestion,orforthelookofconcernthatsuddenlyreplacedthe apologyinherlargebrowneyes.Andhertouch…
    Itwaslikenothinghe’deverknown,anditmadehimwanttoleanintoherhand, likeaweakdog,pantingforaffection.
    Buthewasn’tweak.Nakamuraswerenot, couldnot beweak.
    Soeventually,hetookherbythewrist,pullingherhanddownasheinformedher,
    “ThisisnotwhyIcamehere.”
    Andnowherconcernwasreplacedwithobviousembarrassment.
    “Yeah—Imeanyes,Iknow.Iknowthisisn’twhyyoucamehere.Youboughtmeall thatprettylingerie…”Sheseemedtobespeakingtoherselfmorethantohim,asshe straighteneduptoastandfromherformercrouchingposition.“Ishouldtakeashower andchange.Justgivemeaminute.”
    Finallyagood,properresponsetohertardiness.But…
    “ Iie ,”heanswered,usingaratherimpoliteformoftheJapaneseno,ashishand tightenedaroundherwrist.
    Hedidn’twanttobesoweakastoneedhertouch,butnordidhewantto completelygowithoutitnow.Especiallynotinthewakeofhisdisastrousdinnerwith hisfatherandbrother.
    “ Iie ,”hesaidagain,beforeadding,“Youhavealreadykeptmewaiting.Nowyou mustmakeituptome.”
    “Okay,”shesaid,staringdownatherslenderbrownwrist,claspedtightinhishand.
    “ButI’mnotexactlysurehowtopleaseyouwithoutallthestuffyouboughtme.”
    Astrangeconfession.Andheexperiencedthesamesensehe’dhadduringtheirfirst interview.Thatshewassomehowaninnocent,despitehavingbeenhiredasanOsaka Charmgirl.
    “Itpleasesmetowatchyou,”heexplainedquietly.“Thesamewayasbefore.”
    Andonlythendidhereleaseherwrist.
    Ana’seyebrowsraised,“Oh,youwantme,to…?”
    Shetouchedthehemofhert-shirt,seeminglyneedingreassurancetocontinuefrom No,whofeltlikehewasgoingcrazy.
    Shehadn’tpreparedproperlyforhim.Hadsofarseemedmoreinterestedinasking himabouthisdaythaninmakinghissexualfantasiescometrue.Innearlyadecadeof mistresses,he’dneverhadonestartoffsobadly.
    Andhe’dneverwantedonesobadly,either.Noalreadyknewhewouldn’tbeableto waitforhertogetready.Toprepareherselfforhimpertheinstructionshewascertain Miyukihadgivenher.
    HisearliererectionhadvanishedassoonasRiyuwalkedintohisofficetotellhim hisfather,Kazuo,andhisbrother,Hayato,hadcomefromTokyoforthedayand wishedtohavedinnerwithhim.
    ButNopulsedinsidehispantsnow.Thefleshbetweenhislegswakingupatthe meresuggestionofherhandalonghert-shirt’shemline.
    Andinsteadofsendingheraway,hegaveherasinglenod.“Keepgoing,please,”he toldher.
    Soshedid.Tentativelyremovingeachitemofclothinguntilshewasnakedbeneath hisintentgaze.Hewatchedherbendoverandpickuptheshoesshe’ddiscarded.
    “ShouldIputtheseaway?”
    “ Hai ,”heansweredwithaliftofoneeyebrow.“Whenyoucamein,youshouldhave takenthemoff.Thatistheproperway.Butnow…”
    Hecalledherforwardwithasimplehandmotion.Oneshehesitatedtoobey.Ittook heramomentbeforeshedroppedtheshoesandsteppedcloser,hergazerefusingto meethis.Hesoondiscoveredwhy.
    Thisinnocent-seemingAmericangirlwasalreadypreparedforhiminthemost importantway,hernakedmoundglisteningintheroom’slowlight.
    Abeatpassedashiscockoncemorepulsedwithunadulteratedlust.Andthenthey bothwatchedinmesmerizedfascinationasheraisedhishandand…
    Theinwardhissingsoundofherbreathwhenhetouchedherwasaseroticas anythinghe’deverheard.Hersexwaswarmtothetouch,andsodeliciouslywet,he foundhisfingersinstinctivelymovingdeeper,probingasheasked,“Haveyoubeenlike