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things first. I want this dress off.”
    He lowered the metal tab, inch by inch, all the way to the base of her spine. He pushed the sleeves off her arms, and the silky material slid down her body on its own and pooled around her feet, leaving her in just a pair of lacy, sheer black panties. She stepped out of the dress, then bent to take off her strappy high heels.
    “Leave them on,” he said, the brusque tone of his voice startling her.
    She straightened, and before she could turn around to face him, he came up behind her again. This time when he pulled her back against him, it was all skin-on-skin contact. The heat of his chest along her spine and the firm press of his flattened palms gliding up her abdomen felt heavenly, the strength of his touch both arousing and relaxing her so that she leaned more fully into him.
    If she were a cat, she would have rubbed shamelessly against him and purred.
    His hands reached her breasts, cupping them, molding them, squeezing them until her nipples were tight and hard and aching. “Look around,” he said as he plucked and rolled those sensitive peaks between his fingers in such a wicked way she felt the pull all the way down between her legs. “Is there anything in this room that you’re curious about or that you’d like to try? Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”
    Another pinch of his fingers and her knees nearly buckled. She pressed her hands back against his thighs and gripped the fabric of his slacks in her fists so she had something, anything, to hold on to while he continued to tease her breasts. Her half-lidded gaze slid across the room to the St. Andrew’s Cross, then the sex swing, and finally the spanking bench. She felt completely out of her element.
    “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted and, in that moment, wished she was more experienced. More worldly, instead of so vanilla. But conventional sex was all she knew and was the sum of her ten-year marriage.
    His hands fell away from her breasts. Turning her around, he maneuvered her backwards a few steps until she was pressed up against the nearest wall. He splayed his palms on either side of her shoulders, his gaze so heated and hungry, his demeanor so dominating it took her breath away and sent a secret thrill spiraling through her.
    “It’s all about what feels good and turns you on,” he murmured as he skimmed his fingers along her collarbone, slowly trailed them down her chest, and lightly circled around her areole.
    God, his touch alone felt good and turned her on. Her nipples were puckered so tight they hurt, and arousal thickened inside her. “I don’t know what I want,” she said, which was the truth. At this moment, her thoughts were much too scattered to process everything this room had to offer. “It’s all so overwhelming.” He was overwhelming.
    He lowered his head and nuzzled his warm lips against her throat. “Then let me help you figure it out,” he said as he slid his hand down her torso and directly into her panties.
    With his knee, he nudged her legs farther apart to make more room for his hand to move between her thighs, for his long, talented fingers to stroke along her sex and drive her mindless with need. Her head fell back against the wall, and she released a strangled moan as her hips rocked shamelessly against his deliciously wicked touch.
    His teeth scraped across her neck and up to her ear. “Tell me, when you’re lying in bed at night and you’re touching yourself like this, what do you think about to get your pussy hot and wet?” He caught her sensitive clit between his index and middle fingers and gave it a gentle tug that made her jolt and gasp. “What deep, dark fantasies do you spin in your mind that makes you come long and hard and scream from the sheer force of your orgasm?”
    She was panting for breath, her body on edge and clamoring for the release Jase held just out of her reach. And now he wanted her to spill those