beauty.”
Sophie cast her eyes downward. She was not beautiful, and she did not delude herself into thinking Zach spoke the truth. He was merely playing his part, saying what she wanted to hear. He was a gifted actor, after all.
Truth be told, she did enjoy hearing it. It made her hot in places she had only recently learned of. She gathered her courage to speak.
“Am I ever to see your body? Or are you only to see mine?”
Zach smiled, his dimple apparent. “I will show you anything you wish to see.”
She nearly unraveled and melted into a puddle right on his rug. Again, she fought dueling urges—the urge to run out and not look back and the overwhelming hunger to see him in all his naked glory.
Of course, she couldn’t very well run out without clothes on, and right now, not a stitch covered her.
“Well, Lady Sophie, what do you wish to see?”
She quivered. “I suppose we can start with your chest.”
Zach slowly removed his coat and hung it on the brass rack in the corner of his office. He loosened his cravat and discarded it.
He undid each button of his shirt at a maddeningly slow pace. Sophie tingled with every new inch of golden skin that was exposed. And those muscles… He was hard where she was soft.
When he pulled his shirt out of his waistband and removed it, Sophie gulped. Crisp mahogany hairs grew over bronze nipples. His abdomen was rippled with muscle. She clenched. Never had she imagined such beauty. Could men even be beautiful? Zachary Newland certainly was. Her fingers itched to touch the hard muscle.
As if reading her mind, Zach said, “Touch me if you’d like. I would enjoy it.”
Sophie cautiously strode forward. She reached out timidly and skated the fingers of one hand over his shoulder and down his upper arm. She pulsated between her legs. His skin was soft and smooth under her fingertips, but underneath, his muscles were hard and tense—the sinew, the corded muscle, so grand, as if he had been sculpted by the finest artist.
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He shuddered softly beneath her caress. “That feels nice, Sophie. Tell me, did you like it yesterday when I touched your nipples?”
Sophie’s lips trembled as she nodded.
“I’m glad you did. I adored touching them. I would love it now if you would touch mine.”
Shaking, she trailed her fingers downward to one of his brown nipples. It hardened under her touch.
“Yes. That’s nice, sweet.”
Forgetting for a moment how frightened she was, she slid her other hand up his chest and fingered the other nipple. This time, when it hardened under her touch, a jolt arrowed to the wet place between her legs. She squirmed, fearful that her juices would drip down her thighs.
As she continued to graze his nipples, he reached forward and tugged on hers. And another jolt arrowed straight to her… Could she even think the word?
Pussy.
Pussy.
Yes, she could do it.
“Such beautiful breasts you have, Sophie,” Zach said. “And so responsive to my touch.”
He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples and then twisting and pinching them.
Sophie cried out. The pleasure-pain was exquisite. And, oh…the sensations in her pussy…
She needed more.
“Zach, yes, please… Squeeze my nipples.”