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warmed her pussy with his tongue that Rachel got goose bumps.
    Rachel raised her hips to his mouth as he settled between her tied spread legs. The ice cooled her flesh, but his tongue heated her blood. Her body shivered then trembled as his fingers pushed inside her, thrusting and twisting, while his tongue covered her clit. Heat shot through her limbs and she cried out, arching off the bed. Her clit throbbed under his tongue. It was too much. She tried to pull away from him but he held her down and made her cum again and again. It was good…so good. And yet, she wanted something more. “Fuck me, James. Fuck me now.”
    That wasn’t how their game was supposed to be played. He was supposed to be the one in control. But he was too close to losing control to argue with her. In one quick, violent motion he was on top of her, pounding into her. He was amazed at how quickly she came again. But he wasn’t finished with her. James untied her ankles and lifted her legs over his shoulders, driving in deep. Rachel gasped and squirmed under him, twisting her hips in ways that brought him to the edge and back again. If she moved like that one more time…. “Fuck, Rachel! Fuck!”
    Rachel lost count of her orgasms. Four? Six? Or was it one long continuous ride? “Oh god! Oh James. Red. Red!”
    Red? What the– His eyes flew open as he suddenly realized what that meant. “Did I hurt you, baby?” He pulled out and untied her, holding her close.
    “ No, I’m fine. I just couldn’t possibly have any more orgasms. I asked you to stop but you didn’t hear me, so I said red.”
    “ I guess the safe word did its job. Snapped me right out of it.” James collapsed next to her.
    Rachel giggled and curled up in his arms. “Maybe next time you won’t be so worried about playing rough.” She could see wicked thoughts dancing in his eyes.
    “ Next time, baby, your ass is mine.”

Daydreams
     
    Getting on the elevator to go home was the best part of my day. Fortunately, the small metal cube was empty, so I leaned back against the wall and let my purse slide to the floor. God, I hate my job. I’m a receptionist at a deadly dull accounting firm. The phone never rings. I wouldn’t mind if I had other duties to occupy my time, but the guys I work for are control freaks—they never give me anything to do. So, I spend my time daydreaming, and when the phones switch over to the answering service at five o’clock, I am ready stop dreaming and start living.
    The elevator pinged and slid to a stop at the fifteenth floor. I bit my lip to hide a smile and waited for my favorite fantasy subject to step through the open doors. Alex Masters, junior partner at the Law Offices of Jacobs, Bradley, and Barnes, looked up from his Wall Street Journal and straight at me.
    “ Hi, Carrie.”
    Geez, I hope he didn’t hear me gulp. “Hi Alex.” Say something witty Carrie. “Some weather we’re having, isn’t it?” I’m not usually such a dope, but put me in the presence of that hunk and all my mental faculties break down—except for the pleasure stimulating ones. He was at least six foot three, maybe more, and built like a Greek god. Yeah, yeah, cliché, but damn—he fit the bill!
    A wicked stroke of lightning flashed in those gorgeous blue eyes of his as the elevator doors closed. “No kidding.”
    “ I love thunderstorms. I love watching the storm clouds roll across the mountains, watching the lightning strike, hearing the thunder rumble as it gets closer.” I had to stop for breath. “A stormy day holds so much potential for excitement.” As if confirming my words, the elevator lights flickered, making my heart skip.
    Alex just stared at me, and I wondered if I showed a little too much excitement. I felt my face get warm, but it didn’t stop there. The heat flowed down my neck, trickled over my nipples, and pooled between my legs.
    His eyes roamed over my body then met mine. “Sure does,” he said with a thoughtful look on his