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walked toward the king size bed and put her purse on the bureau. She turned and he was beside her, his body heat rising to her nostrils, and like a horse in heat, a sound rose from her throat. She expected niceties, a glass of wine, some more conversation, but he reached behind her and unzipped her dress.

    The black knit fell to the floor and left her in her thong and bra, her chest rising and falling as the excitement began to build as he stared at her. His gaze was hot and his hands large and hard as he smoothed his palms over her skin. He cupped her neck and moved downward over her shoulders to the swell of her breasts. Paused. Then over the lace to push in a gentle pressure that coaxed her nipples to harden and rise. Continuing down over her stomach, the curve of her hips.

    He didn’t speak, just drank his fill as he knelt before her and explored her naked buttocks, sweeping down her thighs, the backs of her knees and calves to her feet. She lifted her foot to kick off her sandals.

    His hand stopped the motion. “No, he said roughly. “Leave them on.” Grant straightened. Unclipped her bra. Then slid her panties down until she was naked.
    Arianna stood proudly before him, evidently aroused, her breath hitching as she reached for him.

    “Let’s play,” she said.

    Her fingers flew over the buttons of his shirt as she ripped it off his body. Corded muscles rippled down his arms, his chest and stomach. His olive skin was warm and a musky, manly scent oozed through his pores—like sex itself. A pull of the belt loosened his pants and she pushed them down. His erection sprang forward and her hands coasted, caressed him from hilt to the tip and felt him shudder.

    Her head bent and nipped at his shoulder, digging her teeth into his flesh. Her leg lifted to hook her ankle around his buttocks, feeling his erection tickle her, teasing her clit through the rough cloth of his underwear. His breath hitched hard, his hands grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up and yes, yes, yes. . . .

    She waited to be thrown against the wall and taken on a hard, wild ride, but she felt the softness of the mattress on her back and suddenly her hands were clasped over her head and he pinned her beneath his weight.

    Arianna gulped for air, shaking her head to come back to earth. “What are you doing?” she gasped.

    “Slowing down.”

    She arched upward then, grinning at his restraint. “You don’t have to. I like it quick, I like it hard, I like it—"

    “I don’t play that way.”

    Her legs lay splayed open on the bed, his shaft pressed against her entrance. “Grant, I want—“

    “Baby, you don’t know what you want yet." He laughed then, a low, husky growl of sound. "But I’m going to show you.”

    “I don’t understand.”

    “I practice tantra.”

    “Please tell me that’s sex.”

    He dipped his head and nuzzled her neck, biting the sensitive lobe of her ear. “Hell, yes.
    But it’s better than regular sex. And I’m going to show you every step of the way.” He reached out, slid a drawer open, and took out a pair of velvet handcuffs. Before she could protest, he slipped her wrists into them and clicked the cuffs closed.

    “Grant?”

    “Shhh, trust me.”

    Sliding off the bed, he dimmed the lights. He took off his underwear, then strode naked to the bed and lay beside her, one hand propped up so he could see her clearly. His fingers glided over her breasts, pinched her nipples lightly, coasted down on her stomach and traced the line of dark hair between her thighs. “Something tells me you approach sex like everything else you do.
    No holds barred.”

    She sucked in her breath as she felt his finger part the thick bush of hair and stroke her swollen lips. “I, I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

    “Not for men. But for you. I think you deserve more. You deserve to come a dozen times before I enter you. I want to lick your sweet pussy until you scream my name, I want to touch every part of