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A Modern Romance Novel

Postby Obamajr. » 26 Feb 2011, 17:54

A Modern Romance Novel

He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into
a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He
approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring
voice, close to my ear. "Just relax. . . " Without warning, he reached
down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently
probing and moving upward along my calves, slowly, but steadily. My
breath caught in my throat.

I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so
experienced, so sure.

When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and I
partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing
fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.

And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled
sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands
to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A
man not used to taking "no" for an answer. A man who would tell me what
he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . . .

"Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." My eyes snapped open and he was
standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse. :) "You can board
your flight now."

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