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fabric, allowing it to fall in a crimson puddle at her feet.
    Bree squealed as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed, her arms holding onto his neck for dear life. He laid her down gently and then sat down beside her, his hands running through her auburn curls.
    She sighed contentedly as his strong hands firmly grasped the spaghetti straps of her red satin chemise. He lowered one of the thin straps slowly, revealing the smooth and creamy flesh underneath.
    He trailed kisses onto her baby-soft skin, beginning at the nape of her neck. The rough stubble on his chin tickled Bree as he began raining tender kisses onto her now-exposed shoulder.
    She closed her eyes at the rush of pleasure washing over her. It was like she was experiencing the joys of sex for the first time. And in a way she was. Scott had always been an attentive lover to her in the past, but after everything that had happened with Bryan, it was different, like her body had been awakened after a long hibernation. She felt like a new woman, and this woman was happy and loved.
    She pushed her hands against Scott’s muscular chest, knocking him backward onto the bed. He just lay there for a minute in stunned silence before grinning wickedly. She gave her husband a sly wink as she grabbed the hem of his navy polo shirt and pulled it over his head. Grasping it by the collar, she twirled it above her head before tossing it onto the carpet.
    He reached for her, but she quickly swatted his hands away.
    “Not yet, big boy,” she murmured with feminine satisfaction. She grasped the hem of her chemise and removed it in one swift motion. Using her discarded chemise as a rope, she tied her husband’s hands and then brought them up above his head, leaving him completely helpless against her.
    Bree pressed her body against his, her breasts heaving against his massive chest. She grabbed him by the shoulders, moving her body up and down in a fluid motion, causing her nipples to rub provocatively against his broad frame. Scott writhed in agony underneath her. He groaned, his body responding to her each and every touch. He tried to reach for her, but with his hands bound, his attempts were in vain.
    She chuckled as her fingers danced across his chest, his body tightening at her touch. Her fingertips grazed one dark nipple, her mouth coming down to encircle the tight bud with her tongue, and then continuing on to the other. Then she began to suckle greedily as her hands went farther south, reaching for the fly of his stone-washed blue jeans.
    Bree’s fingertips brushed against the coarse fabric, and she grinned with pleasure as he swelled beneath her hand. She unsnapped his jeans and then reached for his zipper.
    Her right hand traveled up his chiseled chest. She caressed his rippled muscles, her fingertips investigating each and every inch of his exquisite masculine body. Then her left hand wandered inside his jeans, exploring the rigid core of his masculinity. Her fingers stroked the length of his shaft, reveling in the size and strength.
    Scott groaned as his body shifted beneath Bree. “Woman, do you know what you’re doing?” he questioned, his voice rough.
    Bree gazed up at him innocently, her emerald green eyes wide with mischief. “I’m playing with my new toy,” she murmured with a devilish grin. She bit on her lower lip as she looked over at her husband. “Although, I would probably have more fun if I had somebody to play with me.” She pouted.
    Her husband grinned up at her as he held out his tied hands for her inspection. He sighed. “And I can’t play with you because my hands are tied. Literally,” he stated with a rueful look on his face.
    She leaned forward to untie the bonds around his wrists, her bare breasts pressing against his naked chest. She untied the knot expertly and then wrapped her arms around his neck.
    Scott flipped her onto her back, rolling on top of her. He stifled her laugh by pressing his mouth against hers.