e-mail, the bedroom door opens and Christian freezes on the
threshold. His mouth pops open and his eyes widen. Holy crap . . . this could
go either way.
“Well?” I whisper.
“Ana, you look . . . Wow.”
“You like it?”
“Yes, I guess so.” He’s a little hoarse. Slowly he steps into the room and
closes the door. He’s wearing black jeans and a white shirt, but with a black
jacket . . . he looks pine. He stalks slowly toward me, but as soon as he
reaches me, he puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around to face
the full-length mirror, while he stands behind me. My gaze finds his in the
glass, then he glances down, fascinated by my naked back. His finger glides
down my spine and reaches the edge of my dress at the small of my back,
where pale flesh meets silver cloth.
“This is very revealing,” he murmurs.
His hand skims lower, over my backside and down to my naked thigh. He
pauses, gray eyes burning intently into blue. Then slowly he trails his fingers
back up to the hem of my skirt.
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Watching his long fingers move lightly, teasingly across my skin, feeling the
tingles they lea一ve in their wake, my mouth forms a perfect O.
“It’s not far from here.” He touches the hem, then moves his fingers higher.
“To here,” he whispers. I gasp as his fingers stroke my sex, moving
tantalizingly over my panties, feeling me, teasing me.
“And your point is?” I whisper.
“My point is . . . it’s not far from here”—his fingers glide over my panties, then
one is inside, against my soft dampened flesh—“to here. And then . . . to
here.” He slips a finger inside me. I gasp and make a soft mewling sound.
“This is mine,” he murmurs in my ear. Closing his eyes he moves his finger
slowly in and out of me. “I don’t want anyone else to see this.”
My breath stutters, my panting matching the rhythm of his finger. Watching
him in the mirror, doing this . . . it’s beyond erotic.
“So be a good girl and don’t bend down, and you should be fine.”
“You approve?” I whisper.
“No, but I’m
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