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He leans down to kiss me, a punctuation to our agreement. I open up to him as our lips make contact, and he groans in response, bringing his hands up to cradle my face.
The kiss deepens quickly, and I find myself leaning into his strong, warm body, my own arms tight around him.
A minute passes by, our mouths staking their claim on the other. I feel him going hard against me again, and it triggers my own deeper need for more, nerve endings getting fired up in my most sensitive areas.
I want this man so bad. I can’t remember ever feeling this way about someone.
Maybe we should chuck the list in the bin, do this all night?
He breaks apart our kiss a few moments later, apparently also aware we’ve gotten off track. “We should probably head to the TV room if we’re going to stick to the plan?”
I nod and he takes my hand, leading the way.
Once we’ve switched to the TV room, I can’t help giving into my curiosity. “How’s this going to work exactly?”
He looks dangerously excited by my question.
“This is the part I might regret, but rule number one—we can’t touch one another. I’m going to be dying, I can tell already. But that’s the rule.”
I nod, getting turned on already by what he’s suggesting. “I’m a good rule follower.”
He chuckles. “As am I. I’ll guide you from there, if that’s okay? This is going to be so fucking hot, Goldie.”
He gives me one more scorching kiss on the lips and then releases me. “Okay, no more touching. Do you want to start now?”
I nod, and he gestures towards our bodies. “Okay, first step…is to get rid of all these clothes.” The look on his face indicates he’s a little nervous about how I’m going to react to that.
But I’m not. I answer without words, by beginning to unbutton my blouse. I’m standing only two feet away from him, and his eyes watch every movement of my hands.
After two buttons, the front collar of my shirt parts widely, and the satin cups of my lilac bra are visible.
His nostrils flare as he unabashedly takes in the newly exposed curves of my body.
I keep at it, loving that he’s so affected by me.
One, two more buttons undone.
He licks his lips as my stomach is now exposed.
The final button undone.
And then I let the blouse slide off my shoulders and fall to the floor.
His eyes molten, he takes a seat on one of the sofas. His erection is now prominent in his shorts, even more than at the preserve.
“You want more?” I tease him.
“Yes,” he growls out.
I reach the waistband of my denim shorts. His eyes are glued to my hands.
First, I undo the snap, and then I roll down the zipper.
A quick shimmy—poof, they’re gone too.
Leaving me only in my matching bra and thong.
“Fuck me,” he says, his eyes now pitch black as helooks his fill.
