all the ways I want her affected. I lean in and press my cheek to hers, brushing my lips over her delicate skin, inhaling that sweet scent of her even as I nuzzle her neck. "I want you in a bad way, woman. I brought you here. That's more control than you realize it is." I pull back to look at her. "Don't move your hands. Do what I say. It's all about pleasure. It's all about the moment." I don't force her to respond. I lean in and brush my lips over hers. "It's just you and me, and we're on top of the dark waters of that ocean behind you, where no one can reach us. Don't move," I say again. This time I release her hands and I step away from her, just far enough to appreciate how damn hot she is leaning against that railing, the ocean and the Statue of Liberty behind her. Her in nothing but thigh highs and a tiny pair of panties. "Now what?" she challenges, her chin lifting in defiance, as if she refuses to cower under my inspection, which makes me wonder if the man before me wanted that. If he wanted her to cower. "This," I say, reaching for my shirt. Unbuttoning just enough to pull it over my head. I
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