Free Desire: Love and Passion by Lesia Reid Page B

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                  “Thank you.”
                  James pressed the button again and turned his attention back to her. He lifted her easily off his lap, despite what his raging hormones wanted him to do.
                  “So the corset got you."
                  “Actually garters and laced top stockings on the day we met.”
                  "That was naughty," she whispered.
                  "I tried to be a gentleman."
                  Her right hand fell across his leg and she gave him a gentle squeeze b efore her hand slid higher up his thighs.
                  "Stop," he said. He put his left hand over hers and removed her hand.
                  "You don't want me to touch you?"
                  "Oh, I do, but I am considering your privacy. You certainly don't want me leaving the car with an open zipper, do you?"
                  "Okay, your way it is then ."
                  "All the way?" h e asked.
                  "We'll see."
                  It was a good thing he stopped her because the car came to a halt within two minutes.  Willow was surprised to see a bodyguard exiting the front of the car. She hadn ’ t seen him at all, that was how dark the partition was inside the vehicle.
                  James took her hand and they went inside the house. He led her directly upstairs to the master bedroom. The lights came on automatically. He kicked the door closed and pulled her into his arms. Her hands went around his neck as she pulled him in close for the kiss. His left hand slipped through the strands of her pony tail while his right hand went around her waist.  He tilted her head as he explored her mouth.
                  She pressed up against him feeling the hard strain of him against her belly.
                  "I want you so badly," he whispered against her mouth.
                  He tugged the ruffled designer shirt from her skirt and started undoing the buttons. She pushed the jacket from his shoulders. He paused for a second to let the garment fall on to the floor. She tugged at his tie until it came loose. She was about to drop it on the floor when he reached out and stopped her.
                  "We might need that," he said.
                  He took the tie and put it around her neck. She giggled and started on the buttons of his shirt.
                  He finished unbuttoning her blouse and gently pushed it from her shoulders. He stepped back for a minute to take a look . She was in a satin smooth black corset. Her c-sized breasts looked plump as they teased the top of the garment. The garment had maybe thirty or so golden eyelets down the middle. 
                  He again pulled her close and kissed her. He reached behind and undid the zipper of her mini-skirt. It fell away from her waist immediately. His hands felt laced panties as he moved them over her buttocks. He didn ’ t trust himself to look again just yet. Looking might hasten the moment and he wanted it to last.
                  He kissed across her cheekbones to her earlobe. Her warm breath on the side of his face was tantalizing. He kissed down her neck and to her collarbone. She shuddered, her hands tightened on his neck and a low groan escaped her lips. 
                  Feeling her excitement, he pushed the necktie out of the way, titled her head even further and gently nipped at the skin just at the base of her neck. She moaned again and pushed even closer against him. He lifted her off the floor easily and carried her to the bed where h e lowered her slowly, his mouth never losing contact with her skin.
                  When at last he stopped kissing her, he looked down. He gently removed the necktie from her neck.