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While he retrieved her dress from the foyer, she went to the bedroom
to grab her shoes and undergarments. She slipped on her bra, garter belt
and heels. Her thong, or what was left of it, lay on the floor. Her now-
tattered stockings were still draped around the bedposts.
The door swung open and Ryan entered carrying her dress. He slung
it on the bed and went immediately to her side. Damn. You re hot. His
hand reached out to grab her, but she evaded his grasp. Come here. I
need a taste of your honey.
She ducked, dodging another lunge to catch her. Down, boy. You
have company.
His brows pulled together as he gave her the most boyish look. His
dimples were simply adorable. Come on, Angie. How about a quickie?
Not on your life. She wasn t touching that one with three other men
in the house.
Then just a kiss? His voice dropped, becoming low and sexy.
Yeah. I m not falling for that one either. Still she let him catch her
this time. No way would she d turn down one of his kisses.
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There was something extremely arousing being almost completely
naked and pressed to a fully clothed man. Ryan s cotton T-shirt rubbed
softly against her silk-covered breasts. His jeans pressed to her hips and
legs. The friction between their bodies made her nerve endings tingle.
Add to that the wicked spell he was weaving with his kiss and she was a
goner.
Angie didn t want to spend Christmas alone. She wanted to spend it
with Ryan.
Ryan steered his Hummer into the parking lot of Angie s upscale
condominium complex. Lush green landscape surrounded the stucco
structure. She had been quiet during the drive, only giving directions
when required. Before leaving they had fought. She insisted on driving
herself and he refused, knowing there was a fifty-fifty chance she might
not return and that was unacceptable. For whatever reason, he wasn t
done with this woman. There was so much more he wanted to explore
with her.
Right here. You can park next to that tree. He pulled the Hummer
into the parking space she identified. After he exited, he went to the
other side of the vehicle and opened her door. She stepped from the car
and led the way, stopping before a door with a bright, cheery wreath
hanging from it.
When she turned the key and pushed the door open, the light scent
of pine greeted him. Further in the room he felt like he had walked into
Wonderland. Her small living room was a tribute to Christmas. Above her
mantle a nativity set was neatly arranged. Her Christmas tree was small,
maybe five feet, but the care with which each strand of tinsel was draped
and the symmetrical design of white and red bulbs made it look like a
candy cane.
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It appeared she took great pride in every aspect of her life. He liked
that quality. His mom was like that.
She hung her purse on a coat rack just inside the door. Give me a
minute. The bar is over there. He followed the path of her finger to a
quaint little makeshift bar decorated with garland and fairy lights that
twinkled softly.
The wine cooler door creaked as he opened it and retrieved a beer.
With a twist of his hand, the bottle cap came loose and a hiss followed.
He tipped the bottle to his mouth. The amber liquid was cold, chasing
the dryness in his throat away as he swallowed.
Casually, he walked about the room. Pictures of her family hung on
the wall. One picture caught his attention. Angie was held in a bear hug
by two young men. A tinge of jealousy surfaced. When the same men
appeared in what looked like a family picture, he realized they must be
her brothers.
Ryan chuckled at his illogical behavior. Still he couldn t help but
admire how happy they all seemed, especially the one where she was
laughing, wrestling on the ground with her brothers.
Obviously, family was important to her. He liked that quality, too. In
fact, like him he bet it was hard spending Christmas without family
around.
He heard Angie s footsteps before he saw her. Her makeup had been
refreshed. She wore a tight pair of blue jeans, a spaghetti-strapped white
T-shirt that showed off her bellybutton and a pair of tennis shoes. She
was dragging a sweatshirt jacket over her arms when he approached her.
Cupping her face, he pressed his lips to hers.
It thrilled him to feel her reaction each time he touched her. She was
putty in his hands as her body folded into his. Slowly, he began to push
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her jacket from her shoulders. It fell to the floor and he inched her shirt
higher. When he didn t come in contact with a bra, he smiled.
Her eyes held a dreamy state, a sexy innocence. Ryan. Her voice
cracked as he bared her a little at a time.
He knelt so that he could caress her abdomen with his lips. As her
shirt rose so did he, kissing a path until he sucked a firming nipple into
his mouth. He flattened his tongue against the hard nub, intrigued with
the rise of bumps surrounding the swollen flesh.
What, baby? He cradled the weight of her breast in his hand,
kneading, as he flicked his tongue across her nipple. He pulled her shirt
over her head and tossed it aside. Then he slipped his fingertips into the
waistband of her jeans and jerked her to him. It wasn t an easy feat, but
he squeezed his hand further down her pants until he cupped her pussy.
She gasped. I need you.
She was soft beneath his touch as he rubbed his cheek against hers.
Then he slipped a single finger inside her. Need me?
Dammit, Ryan, she whined, reaching for the zipper of his jeans.
Shut up and fuck me.
I thought you d never ask.
Within minutes they were both naked and in each other s arms. She
arched her neck as he bathed it with feather light kisses. He only paused
when she breathed, Condom. Bedroom. This way.
She led he followed.
The small room was all woman pink and lace. Sheers hung from the
window, the carpet a rich mauve. The comforter on her queen-size bed
was a patchwork quilt of different shades of pink. Her closet doors were
large sliding mirrors.
As she pulled the bedding back, she said, There s a condom in the
top dresser drawer.
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That wasn t the only thing in there Ryan discovered. From the drawer
he extracted a vibrator with an attached clit stimulator that looked like
little rabbit ears, and a flogger.
Oh my God. A stream of nervous laughter erupted from her, as he
held them before him. Those were gag gifts from a Christmas party I
attended the other day.
Never tried them? he asked, approaching. The thought of her lying
upon her bed, her thighs spread wide, pleasuring herself made him rock-
hard.
Color heated her face. Well, maybe the vibrator.
Maybe? He grinned, snapping the flogger. Her eyes brightened, as
she watched the thongs move through the air. Don t lie or I ll punish
you.
Crack! The sharp, sudden movement of the flogger next to her body
made her jump.
Okay. She yanked her heated gaze back to his. Yes. I ve used the
vibrator.
Another step brought him nearer where she stood. But he didn t
make contact, allowing the heat of their bodies to simmer. Baby. His
voice deepened as he let the straps of the whip dangle down her chest
between them.
Gently, he placed his mouth near her ear. Did you enjoy using it?
There was no hesitation in her answer. Yes.
With a nudge, he pressed the vibrator into her hand. Pleasure
yourself for me. He didn t touch her until his tongue slid along the shell
of her ear. Their bodies met. His arms circled her.
But
With a kiss Ryan silenced her objection.
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Vibrator in one hand, Angie slid her free hand across his ass, loving
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