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opened to caress the back of her head and down her back. “So then, I can assume you’ve followed my instructions to the letter?”
        His hand slid lower, over her ribs, into the curve of her waist, and then down over her ass. He squeezed, making her gasp.
        “No panty lines.” His smile was downright wicked. “Good girl, Leah.”
        “I could be wearing a thong.” Some devil of mischief made her want to tease him. His eyes sparkled with challenge as his lips curved upward and his hand roamed even lower, dragging up the short skirt of her soft blue dress.
        “You like to live dangerously, don’t you?” He pulled her closer, his other hand working at raising her skirt now as he grinned. “If you disobeyed me, you know I’ll have to punish you, don’t you? Or is that what you’re hoping for?”
        She gasped as his hot palms found the skin of her naked ass. He cupped her, stroking in a circular motion as he pulled her hard up against him. His cock burned her, a hot, long length pressing into the swell of her belly.
        His fingers moved then, as his gaze held hers, sweeping inward as he sought the dark crevice between her cheeks. At the first touch of his blunt fingers, she started, but he gentled her, drawing her closer as he swept his hand downward, trailing the crack of her ass provocatively.
        “I don’t feel a thong, but maybe I should inspect a little more closely.”
        His devil’s grin teased her as he lifted her clear off her feet. She wasn’t a small woman, but the easy way Michael picked her up and carried her around made her feel downright delicate. He walked her backwards, toward the overstuffed couch and lay her down upon it.
        “Michael, I—” She placed one palm against his muscular chest, but he stilled her objections with a light kiss.
        Before she knew it, she was on her back on the wide couch, Michael’s hard body pressing her in to the soft cushions. His mouth searched hers, driving her temperature higher and hotter. At length he broke away, his hands were under her skirt. In fact, the dress had been lifted clear up to her waist, exposing her lower body to rub against the soft fabric of Michael’s black trousers.
        “I meant to take this slow, but I can’t Leah. I want you too much.”
        The look in his eyes stilled her objections. She read real need there. Need for her.
        Touching his face, she reached up and kissed him lightly. “Don’t wait, Michael. We can talk later.”
        He groaned, but his eyes were torn. She knew every look, every nuance of his expression. She’d read them all over the past years of working with him. She understood his desire now, caught between having her and giving her the words he thought she wanted to hear.
        She stroked his beloved face again. “Make love to me now, Michael. I don’t want to wait anymore.” She took a breath for courage. “I’ve been dreaming of what it would be like for too long.”
        “You too?” A spark lit his eyes. “I thought it was just me, wondering how I would fit inside you, how you would scream when I made you come. I want to know, Leah. I’ve wanted to know for more than two years.”
        Her womb clenched as she read the truth of his words in his expression. To think, he’d wanted her too. It was a heady thought.
        “I’m going to make this so good for you,” he promised, kissing his way down her throat, over her breasts, still covered in fabric, and down to her bare waist. Stopping there for a moment, he leaned back, hovering over her as he looked downward. She’d groomed for him, trimming the curling hair she liked to keep short for comfort.
        Once upon a time, she’d shaved there all the time, but for the past few years, she hadn’t gone to that much trouble. She hadn’t been entirely sure where this night would end, but she’d wanted to be prepared. Still, she hadn’t