Page 29 of Live a Little!

Then he touched his tongue to her. Right on that needy little button of puresensation.

Her head fell back and she cried out as she began to shudder. She closed her eyes and saw stars. Her very blood seemed to sparkle as he played his tongue over and over her most sensitive part, sending her at long last soaring into thelight.

Maybe the game was over, or maybe he’d forgotten the rules, but he didn’t tell her what he was going to do this time, just rose above her and plunged. She was still shuddering on the tail end of her climax when he thrust into her, stretching her body and filling her as no one everhad.

“You’re so tight, so soft, so sweet,” he murmured, holding her head in his hands and staring into her eyes as he began to move inside her, long steady thrusts that built her up again toward that impossibly high peak. With her arms cuffed, she could only use her legs to wrap herself around him, arching up even as he thrust down, and this time when she flew off that mountaintop, she wasn’talone.

Hours later,Jake woke suddenly, his well-developed senses warning him of danger. Instinctively he reached for the Sig 9 mm under his pillow, but his hand wouldn’t move. He jerked awake to the sounds of metal clinking against wood, and soft, femininelaughter.

This time, he was the one handcuffed to thebed.

“If you’re very good, we might get to ‘Concubine Washing her Master’s Plinth,’” Cynthia promised. “Eventually.”

He groaned. His plan to make Cyn quit her job had backfired. Resoundingly. He’d have to think up a newplan.

But her tongue was drawing patterns on his chest, which made it difficult to plan. Then her mouth traveled lower, until thought was completely out of thequestion.

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