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into the corner of the elevator and lifted me up against the railing...
    “You are strong-willed, Sarah,” he whispered again, but now his voice had a new edge to it. There was a sharpness to it—a hint of growing desire—and I knew exactly what I was hearing when he delicately touched my cheek with one finger and traced a line down and along the curve of my neck.
    “You’re a strong woman, and that’s what I love about you,” he continued quietly. “It makes me want to fight back against you, to claim you and bend you to my own desire.”
    His voice sent a tingle from my ear all the way down my spine. It was like we were alone in the meeting room again, and he was just about to push me down on the table and take me. Just thinking about it was turning me on, and I felt my face flush as he kissed me softly on my neck.
    Peter took my hand in his and slid it off the dividing armrest between us and down onto his lap. My breath caught in my throat and I tensed up for one brief instant as he pressed my hand firmly against the growing bulge in his trousers. He was as hard as a rock and seemed to be getting harder all the time.
    “I want you again, Sarah, and I want you my way this time,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I felt my pulse quicken as he leaned down and again sent a line of hot kisses down the curve of my neck.
    What did he mean, his way? What was he talking about? As far as I could tell, it had all been his way so far. Damned if I didn’t love every second of it, but he’d hardly been wanting for input on it! Which way did he think was his? I wanted to know. I was getting more and more turned on as I remembered all the delightfully dirty things he’d whispered in the elevator—all the different ways he’d wanted to fuck me—and I wondered which one he was talking about.
    Whichever way he meant, the idea of fulfilling both of our fantasies while thirty-thousand feet up in the air only made it seem even more scandalous.
    Peter lifted the arm rest between our chairs and scooted over closer to me. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt his leg press against mine and his arm wrap around my waist, drawing me close. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the strange and wonderful tingle as his lips found mine. My body was starting to get hot, and my breathing quickened as he ran his hands slowly up my back.
    “Turn around, Sarah,” he whispered when our lips finally separated again.
    I turned and faced away from him, toward the edge of the plane. What was he planning? Why did he want me facing away from him? In a blink of an eye, my mind created hundreds of steamy possibilities, each more amazing than the one before it, and I had to pull myself back down to reality as excitement and anticipation threatened to sweep me away.
    I shivered and let out a quiet giggle as I felt his breath against the back of my neck. His lips brushed delicately against my skin as he left a trail of soft kisses from the collar of my blouse all the way up to the base of my scalp. Exquisite, glorious tingles ran up my neck and bounced from hair to hair all the way around to my forehead as he kissed me.
    Peter began to massage my shoulders, loosening up my stiff muscles with his strong hands, and I wanted to melt into him. Somehow, he was mixing the relaxing pleasure of a fantastic massage with a hint of passion, and I couldn’t think of a better combination of feelings in the world. At least, not at the moment I couldn’t.
    He ran his hands firmly down my back, skipped lightly over my bra strap with his massage, and then stopped at the small of my back. Peter slid his hands along my body, reminding my hips how much he’d liked grabbing them earlier, and then worked his way back up my sides. I couldn’t help but sigh as a wave of wonderful pleasure followed behind his fingers, finally catching up to them when they stopped just beneath the underwire of my bra.
    He released me for a brief moment to move his hands up to my neck