Her tongue on his nipplehad made him ache for more down in his groin, and as she spread hislabia he realized how wet he had gotten. A fingertip landed... gently onhis clitoris. He couldn't have suppressed the moan if he tried. Thepleasure jolted through him like an electric joke. Her finger, like hertongue, made soft circles on the clit. He felt a rising heat withinhim. Each circle increased the pressure inside him."Here," she said, gently grabbing his hand and bringing it to his owngroin. She put. We didn’t even discuss who was going. Zeke was the best bargainer I’d ever seen and I was a born sucker.“We’ll have to find a town to get you resupplied. Cherry Creek would be my choice. It’s far enough away to keep curiosity down. We could take some gold and bank it with Wells Fargo, something to show the investors we’re legitimate. Then you can come on back. I don’t expect you to mine too much. You just need to keep an eye on the place.”The weather broke and the thaw was in full swing when we. Of course. Rising from his knees he took me by the hand and sat on the futon, pulling me around and laying me over his knee as for a spanking. But he did not spank me. Again he handled me, stroked me, relaxed me, aroused me, teased me. He moved my body, spreading my knees and raising my arms over my head, opening my body in all the ways a woman is supposed to keep private. Only when I am panting with desire does he check again for wetness. A slow, terrible test. I know I am failing it even as. ‘Look—’ ‘Or do you know?’ he added, his eyes narrowing, that cold glint returning. ‘Maybe you’re not that naïve after all. Maybe this is all part of the deal?’ ‘What?’ I gazed at him, bewildered now. ‘What deal?’ ‘You know.’ He gave me a withering look. ‘You get a job in Italy, he gets laid. Nice work if you can get it.’ Drew made the mistake of staying exactly where he was while his words permeated into my consciousness. It was a mistake, because my reaction was to take a wild swing at him, my.