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can see, touch and play with your delicious wet pussy.
And trust me, you’ll be dripping. Your arms are secured to another rod for me
to position you for our pleasure.”
    She groaned, wanting what he offered without any further
delay. Did he read minds? How was it possible that he knew what she liked?
    “Maybe this bar will hold you bent in half, placing you in
the perfect position to suck on my cock with your beautiful mouth. Or so I can
fuck you from behind. It could be your arms are stretched far above your head—”
    “Stop!” Grace called out with a rasping voice. “Please,
Hamish, stop talking.” He was too much, what he was saying was too much for her
to take in. She could feel the heat of her need rushing to her cheeks. They
were so close, his body held no secrets from her. She felt exactly how much he
wanted her and was thrilled to have the ability to bring him to this state. He
gently held her head in his big hands and looked deeply into her eyes, her very
soul.
    Before they went any further, she needed to understand how
he knew exactly what was going on inside her. Had he figured out what she
wanted and given her the words to bring her to him, or did he really want what
she did?
    Her gaze felt heavy with need as they rose to meet his.
There was no way to hide what his words did to her, nor did she want to pretend
otherwise. She could feel moisture gathering low in her pussy, preparing the
way for his possession and didn’t doubt he’d take her to unimagined heights.
    “How did you know?” She finally whispered, smoothing a
shaking finger across his full lower lip.
    He caught and held her the digit in his mouth, then softly
bit down, trapping the tip between his teeth. His tongue teased the finger and
sucked, all the while watching intently to see what effect his actions had on
her.
    “How?” She whispered again, unable to look away from his
mouth where he gently worked on her finger.
    “I told you what it was I wanted, nothing more,
nothing less. Your saying you might want “something different” merely confirmed
what I wanted was similar to yours. You see, we are well matched for each
other.”
    Finally the small distance between their lips was bridged.
He kissed her, pressing against her plump folds, testing their suppleness. The
need to taste her was difficult to ignore. The woman was perfect for him. He
wanted to go slow and savor every moan, every flavor, every move she made
against his body, only it was difficult.
    Soft, delicate arms slid up and wrapped around his neck.
Hamish felt her ankle hook around one of his, in return his entire body
tightened with need. It felt like she wanted to climb him, surround and consume
him.
    He loved it!
    This wasn’t how he’d expected their meeting to go. He’d
planned to apologize, give her flowers and invite her out for lunch. Get to
know her, but he wouldn’t complain about how it’s changed.
    The side of him that had felt a desperate need to hunt was,
for the moment, content. He felt more at ease because his quarry wasn’t merely
in sight, but in his grip.
    Late last night, he’d received all the information he needed
to know exactly how wrong he’d been about Grace Strachan. In fact, he felt a
great deal of pride in how, under her own initiative, she worked to become an
extremely successful entrepreneur in a reportedly cutthroat industry. Then
there was when she’d said she wanted something different. It couldn’t be more
obvious they were meant to be together.
    Through her skirt, he stroked her lush bottom and thought
how, like his own tragic start helped mold him, her life helped make her into
the woman she was today.
    All the passion he’d experienced upon first seeing her had
combined with what he now knew about her and warmed the possibilities before
them. The desire to possess her ruled so much of his mind, Hamish found it
difficult not to strip her naked and bend this beautiful woman across her desk,
claim her as his, as was his