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Adam glanced at his watch and
frowned. She was late. A wicked smile curved his lips. He knew exactly what to
do about her tardiness.

He crossed to the counter and
fingered each of the items laid out. Handcuffs, a couple of different toys, a
bottle of edible lubricant and a satin mask lay sedately on the surface.
Tonight he wanted her thoughts on him and nothing else.

A tentative knock broke through his
thoughts. He snagged the mask and cuffs and slipped them in his pocket as he
headed to the door. He was willing to relearn any and every thing about her
body. He hoped she had on the outfit he’d laid out for her.

He twisted the knob and jerked open
the door. Kerry stood on the threshold her fist raised to knock again. She
lowered her hand to her side. He studied her a moment. A faint blush adorned
her butterscotch skin. Whether it was due to the walk from the elevator or
anticipation of things to come, he couldn’t be sure.

Her long black hair floated in loose
waves about her shoulders. Her heart-shaped face was devoid of make-up, just
the way he liked. She was beautiful regardless, but he preferred her without
the blush and eye shadow.

The navy trench coat she wore
accentuated her ample bosom and voluptuous hips. Lust simmered in his veins and
pooled in his groin. He couldn’t wait to see if she wore the outfit underneath.

She shifted her weight from side to
side and plucked at the knotted belt. Every now and then, her soft hazel eyes
met his then dropped away. A slow grin creased his lips. Even after their all
too brief rendezvous behind the school, she was nervous? Maybe because she was
dressed in his surprise.

“You’re late.” He stood on the
threshold.

Her hair slid over her shoulders as
she nodded. He followed the pink tip of her tongue as she licked her lips. For
a moment he could imagine what it would feel like to have her mouth wrapped
around his dick, sucking and licking at her leisure. He stifled a groan and
shifted his erection to a more comfortable position.

“Uh yeah. There was an accident on
the freeway.”

“I see. Open your coat.”

She glanced over her shoulder.

He stepped forward and peered into
the corridor. Though the room was on the end, anyone passing would be able to
see what they were doing. That wasn’t good enough reason for her to hesitate,
and he didn’t like watching her squirm.

“Look at me.”

The pulse in her throat jumped,
while her eyes widened at his quiet command. She focused on him and he could
see the flare of heat in her irises. Her fingers trembled as she slowly untied
the belt, her gaze never wavering from his. Now was the moment he’d waited for.
He allowed her to see just how aroused he was by running a hand over the bulge
in his slacks.

A tiny gasp was audible in the
silence, but she continued to work each button from its mooring then eased the
garment from her shoulders. It seemed like an eternity before she held the coat
open for his inspection.

She tossed her hair from her face
and fixed a seductive smile on her lips. “Will I pass?”

The red silk bodice of the baby doll
nightie clung to the ripe swell of her breasts, while the sheer lace billowed
out, just brushing the curve of her hips. Her nipples pointed and strained
against the material. He traced the top of her breast above the lace. Her
smooth skin was petal soft. He couldn’t wait to show her what all he had in
mind.

“I may be willing to forgive you
being late.” He hooked an arm around her waist, drew her against the solid wall
of his chest, and pulled her inside. The door whispered closed behind them as
her coat slid to the floor.

Her palms were warm and a little
damp when she pressed them to his bare chest. She tilted her head back, her
lips parting in soft invitation. “What would I need to do to make your
forgiveness a certainty, so I never have to face another ticket?”

He lowered his head until his mouth
was a breath from hers and slid the blindfold over her head. She let out a
little squeal while raising her hands to the mask. He grabbed her wrist, spun
her around and quickly cuffed her. She went still against him and for a moment
he wasn’t sure if he’d gone too far. This was something they’d never done, at
least not with his cuffs.

“Ad—Sarge, I—we…” She swallowed the
protest and gulped several deep breaths, her body trembling in his arms. “I-I’m
okay.”

He held her close, stroking her
hair. “Are you sure? I can take them off, if you’re uncomfortable.”

She shook her head. “No. Don’t do
that. You stepped outside your comfort zone for me. I can do the same for you.”
She stood a little straighter, her breasts almost spilling over the top. “I
want to do the same for you.”

His heart squeezed at her admission.
Indeed, even when they experimented with scarves, she was always a little
skittish. Knowing she wanted to please him left him breathless.

“I promise this will be a night
you’ll never forget.” He cradled her face between his palms and dropped a kiss
on her upturned mouth. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him. How
special she was and that she was truly loved. Tonight, he’d indulge in a
fantasy and in turn learn what turned her on. He stepped away and she stumbled
backward. With a hand at her waist, he steadied her.

A tender smile curved her kiss swollen
lips. “You haven’t kissed me like that in a long time.” Her voice held a note
of awe. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to beg,” he whispered in
her ear.

She gasped and stepped back. The
counter halted her retreat.

He surged forward, trapping her
between his body and the furniture. “There’s no sense in running.” He picked up
a hairbrush and one of the small vibrators, which he slipped into his pocket.
“You have nowhere to go.”

When he ran the smooth end of the
brush up and down her arm, she flinched. “I’d forgotten what we were like
together.” Her lips parted on a sigh as he skimmed the head of the brush over
her breasts and circled each taut nipple.

He glanced around, dismissing the
low ottoman for the next phase of his plan. He knew what he wanted. He flipped
to the bristled side and she arched toward him. “Like that?”

“Yes.”

Adam dug in his pocket and pulled
out a key. He set the hairbrush down long enough to reach around her and
release one wrist.

“You’re letting me go?” A slight
pout teased her lower lip.

Unable to resist, he lowered his
head and sucked the fullness of her bottom lip into his mouth, then kissed her
long and hard. “Not a chance.” He brought her hands to the front and locked the
bracelets in place. “Follow me.”

He scooped up the rest of his toys
and carefully led her into the bedroom. Once there, he sat on the padded settee
and dragged her face down over his lap.

She squirmed, her feet slipping as
she tried to find a toehold on the carpeting. “Sarge. Let me up. Please.” She pressed
her palms to the floor.

“Not a chance.” He admired her curvy
rear. The string of the lacy thong settled just so. “I like you just like
this.”

He smoothed a palm over one golden
globe. She stilled before pushing against his hand. His pulse quickened. Was it
possible that she liked this?

Leaning to one side he dug the small
vibe from his pocket. This should be a very interesting night. He continued
stroking her derriere, pausing long enough to trail a finger along the crotch
of her soaked panties. She was enjoying herself. He stroked those swollen folds
until her hips bucked against his hand.

He pulled the damp material aside
and used the little vibe. She moaned and thrust against him. A smirk teased his
lips as he flicked on the toy and pulled her panties back in place. The silk
would keep the toy where he wanted it.

“No. Oh. Mmm,” she muttered as the
muted buzzing filled the air.

The tingling vibrations traveled up
his leg and throbbed in his heavy erection. In a bit he’d find relief, but now
he wanted to keep her guessing.

He circled the smooth globe of her
ass and she pushed against his hand. He retrieved the brush then dragged the
bristles over her flesh. She sighed. Encouraged, he flipped the brush over then
brought it down on one cheek. He paused, gauging her reaction. Her hips thrust
up and down as if to ask for more. Again he spanked her, her bottom growing a
lovely shade of red. He dragged the bristles over her heated flesh and her body
undulated.

She let out a whimper. “Sarge, I-I’m
going to come.”

“Are you now?” He reached beneath
her and pulled the toy from her dripping pussy.

“No!” she wailed. She twisted on his
lap. He placed a forearm across her shoulder blades to hold her in place.

“What’s your hurry, love?” He
trailed his fingertips up and down her spine. “Did you forget what I said?”
Adam lifted her and set her beside him. A frown adored her pretty face. He
chuckled. “I see that you did. I want you to beg.”

He stood, shed his clothes and faced
her. “Scoot over just a bit.”

She complied, moving until she was
in the middle of the bench. He studied her a moment. A rosy flush bloomed over
her skin. He traced the curve of her lips. When she sucked his finger into her
mouth, he moaned, his cock jerking in envy. Well that was easy to remedy.

He knelt on the bench, a powerful
thigh on either side of hers. He rubbed the head of his dick over her mouth.
She stuck out her tongue and flicked it across the tip. Just that one little
lick and his body went rigid.

She rubbed first one cheek and then
the other along his shaft, teasing him with kisses each time she switched
sides. He watched the enjoyment and rapture on her face.

When she finally parted her lips and
sucked him deep, the breath stilled in his throat. He fisted a hand in her
hair, nearly dislodging the blindfold. She lifted her hands. Her fingers
cradled his balls and he surged forward, relishing the wet tightness of her
throat.

He’d forgotten how sexy her mouth could
be, how she could swallow him. Pleasure radiated from his cock, down his legs,
up his arms then zipped back again. A telltale tingle flashed at the base of
his spine and he tugged on her hair.

With deliberate slowness she
released him, but not before taking every opportunity to suck and swirl her
tongue around his shaft and head. When he finally slipped from her mouth, he
wanted to plunge in again.

As if sensing his thoughts, a smirk
creased her lips.

“This amuses you?” he asked with a
growl.

“Maybe I won’t be the only one
begging tonight.”

Adam fondled her breasts, rolling
her pert nipples between his forefinger and thumbs. “You think so?”

She gasped and arched her back. He
pushed her backward until her shoulders met the bed behind her. Her palms slid
over his shaft. He grasped the chain on the cuffs and dragged her arms above
her head. He looped the waiting tie around the cuffs then leaned back to admire
his handiwork.

“You are having way too much fun
with this.”

“And I’m not done yet.” He dipped
his head and closed his lips around a pebbled peak. She writhed beneath him. He
drifted a hand down her body and thrust down her thong. He flicked a finger
against her clit and her hips rose off the settee. He dragged the bodice of the
nightie down, exposing her breasts. Her nipples firmed even more in the cool
air. He laved her other tit until she whimpered.

He returned his fingers to her mons
then dipped inside her slick channel. She tried to close her legs, but he knelt
between them, keeping her open and exposed. Her cream coated his fingers while
his thumb tapped a light staccato on her pearl. He continued fondling her
breasts until the only sounds were her moans and the wet stroke of his fingers.

Perspiration beaded above her lip
and Kerry thrashed her head back and forth. She was riding his hand, her
muscles sucking at his fingers each time he withdrew. If her whimpers were
anything to go by, she was getting close. He pinched her nipple and her cream
drenched his hand.

“Sarge,” she gasped. “Oh God.”

He slowed his pace, easing from her
slick folds.

“No!”

Adam chuckled. “You can end this at
any time.” He backed off the bench and knelt on the floor between her thighs
then held her labia open with his thumbs and blew a gentle breath across the
damp folds.

A shudder rippled through her body
and she wriggled away. He gasped her buttocks and pulled her back. With
infinite care he dragged his tongue along her honeyed goodness, not daring to
miss a single drop of her sweet buffet. She cried out, her body quivering in his
hands while her hips thrust to his mouth.

He sucked at her clit then lapped at
the hard bundle of nerves before spearing deep. Over and over he led her to the
brink of ecstasy only to back off and begin his assault anew.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please. I
can’t take much more of this.”