Dear Sir, I'm Yours
““There’s not room for you, let alone both of us.”
Sitting up, he reached out, grasped her hands, and drew her to him. “You think so, darlin’?” Hands closing around her waist, he lifted her onto his lap. Then he lay back on the bed, shifting deliberately beneath her until she felt his erection nestled hard between her legs.
As a result, the silk sheath rode up high on her hips.
Concentrating on breathing slowly and evenly, and not ripping his shirt open, she could hardly recognize her thick, raspy voice. “I never imagined you’d let me be on top.”
“Darlin’, I’ll let you take any position you want as long as I’m inside you.” He feathered his fingertips over the curves of her breasts bared by the low-cut black silk bodice. “You look amazing. Is black your favorite color?”
“Nope.”
His mouth quirked, eyes darkening. Sliding his hands down, he hooked his thumbs beneath the hem of the dress. “Are you going to let me see which ones you picked?”
Her breath caught in her throat, her stomach fluttering.
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