Secret Ties ten heat jolted through her . . . straight to her vagina. She stroked the other breast, then glided over the hard nipple. His heated gaze followed every movement of her fingers, driving her excitement to a sizzling level. She licked her fi ngertips and stroked over one hard nub, then the other, wishing the dampness were from Max’s tongue. “Very nice. Take off your panties.” Summer stood up and tucked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties, but she hesitated. Could she really do this? Get totally naked in front of this man while he sat there fully clothed and watched her? “Take them off,” he said firmly. Her fingers worked the panties down her legs to her ankles without waiting for her brain to catch up, then she kicked the fl imsy garment away. Now she stood practically naked in front of him. In fact, she felt more exposed wearing just the black garter belt and stockings. Her cheeks began to burn as his gaze stroked over her auburn pubic curls, framed in lace and silk, then meandered over her breasts again. “Good girl. You have an exceptionally beautiful body, Summer. I love looking at it.” She flushed again, this time in delight because she’d pleased him. “Come kneel in front of me.” She stepped toward him, aware of his simmering gaze taking in every part of her, then knelt in front of him, wondering what he would do next. Wanting him to touch her hard, needy nipples. She had to stop herself from leaning forward.
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