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THERE HADN’T BEEN a lot doubt in Mike’s thoughts of precisely what Lindsey needed and wanted, even when she didn’t understand it herself. However till she truly agreed, he’d held his breath.

The second the phrases left her lips, he launched that breath with a self-satisfied groan. “You gained’t remorse it,” he promised her, intending to maintain that promise it doesn’t matter what it took.

Not giving her any extra time to rethink, he headed for her room. Kicking the door open so he might carry her by it, he crossed to the mattress, tossing her down upon it.

Lindsey landed amongst a pile of pillows, half reclining. She was now coated solely by a skimpy pair of panties and a tiny, wispy gentle blue nightgown that was pulled down low on her breasts, not even masking one well-sucked nipple. The material floated up over her hips when she landed, so now it coated solely her center.

He didn’t observe her down, as an alternative he stood by the mattress, wanting down at her. She reached towards considered one of her spaghetti straps—to drag it again up or push all of it the best way off? Didn’t matter. He hadn’t mentioned she might.

“Ah-ahh,” he tsked. “I didn’t inform you to do this.”

Her hand froze; she eyed him with uncertainty. A beat. Then she lowered her hand onto the mattress. Obeying.

Although he knew she was nonetheless uncertain about this, her eyes glowed and her face was flushed with starvation. Her kiss-reddened lips trembled. These lovely nipples he’d suckled had been onerous and moist, and he’d lay cash she needed to carry her personal hand to tweak them, simply so she might have a second’s satisfaction.

She didn’t transfer, nevertheless. She merely watched. Waited.

“Good lady.”

“I’m not calling you grasp,” she mentioned with a tiny, playful smile, although her phrases sounded uncertain—compelled.

“You’ll if I inform you to,” he mentioned, his voice low, silky, brooking no disobedience. He reached down and pushed her hair away from her face, brushing his thumb over her lips. “Gained’t you, Lindsey?”

She blinked, her cheeks reddening, from anger? From pleasure? Was a battle occurring behind her inexperienced eyes? He couldn’t make certain, not till her tongue flicked at his thumb, as if she merely needed to style him. After which she slowly nodded.

He had no intention of constructing her name him grasp; nevertheless, she’d simply agreed that he might. Not ceaselessly, definitely not outdoors this bed room. However right here and now, oh sure, he might, and he or she knew it. Progress.

He started to unbutton his shirt, pulling it freed from his pants. She watched intently, her breaths rising audible as she parted her lips and inhaled over them. When he undid his cuffs, pulled the shirt off and dropped it to the ground, she groaned, approval and starvation warring in her expression. Her hips thrust the tiniest bit, indicating she had no management over her physique’s response. She needed him desperately. Needed to the touch him and discover him, as he needed to discover her.

However not but.

“Take that off,” he ordered, nodding towards her nightie.

She didn’t refuse, didn’t inform him he forgot to say please. Lindsey was getting caught up on this. She was having fun with it.

Crossing her arms over her breasts, already largely revealed to his hungry gaze, she pushed the straps down, pulling her arms free, and letting the robe float right into a puddle on her lap. Her breasts had been artworks, spherical and full, however not too heavy. He might nonetheless style these rosy nipples on his tongue.

He watched as she pushed the robe down over her hips, then her thighs, till she might kick it out of the best way. It fluttered to the ground close to his ft, a wisp of a factor, easy however so very erotic when it was taken off.

He stared, rubbing his hand on his jaw, noting the scratch of his 5 o’clock shadow. For a protracted second, he checked out her, selecting out all of the locations on her physique the place she’d quickly really feel that scratch. These breasts, that throat, that abdomen and the hole beneath it, proper above her pelvis.

And oh, these legs and what lay between them.

“The panties, too.”

She licked her lips, apparently just a little unsure about stripping bare whereas he simply stood there watching.

“Do it.”

Her eyes flared, however not in annoyance. She was excited as hell. It rolled off her in waves, electrical and thrilling.

Lindsey won’t have understood she needed this, however he had.

Ever since he’d met her, he’d caught mentions and hints about how a lot she wanted to take care of management. She’d made it clear she didn’t let down her guard, that she made guidelines and set boundaries. Her personal finest pal had tried to show her how you can settle for actual, real intimacy by giving her that ebook.

All of which simply advised him one factor: she wanted to be fucked by any individual who wasn’t scared to say no to her.

Someone who wouldn’t let her cover behind her fast humor or cease issues from going past her predetermined acceptable level of intimacy. The choice needed to be taken out of her fingers so she would simply expertise this, slightly than having to orchestrate each facet of it.

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