mosi
Banned
Romance Novel 2011 Edition...
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He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into
a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He
approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring
voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
Without warning he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands
start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves
slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be
afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers
caress my abdomen, my rib cage.
And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled
sharply.Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his
hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my
panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me
what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ............
"Okay, ma'am, all done. You can board your flight now.
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.
.
.
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into
a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He
approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring
voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
Without warning he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands
start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves
slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be
afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers
caress my abdomen, my rib cage.
And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled
sharply.Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his
hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my
panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me
what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ............
"Okay, ma'am, all done. You can board your flight now.