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wine and two long-stemmed glasses on the round cherry dining table, big enough for two, beside the sitting area.

    “Open it now, sir?” he asked.

    “Please.”

    The uniformed man pulled out a small device from his pocket, uncorked the bottle, and discreetly left them to their wine.

    Kara took a sip. She didn’t drink wine a lot, but she appreciated the dry yet slightly fruity flavor.

    She took another sip, wondering how these things usually went. Should she just rip off her clothes and jump into his arms? Or wait for him to make the first move?

    She sipped again and glanced at him. He smiled.

    “You don’t have to be nervous. We’ll go at whatever pace suits you.”

    Damn, she thought she was doing a good job of playing it cool, but J.M. was clearly able to read her true emotions.

    Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his full lips, then drifted downward, over his broad, muscular chest, to his narrow waist. Lower to his fitted black jeans, gliding over his crotch, which was stretching tight over a growing bulge. Her gaze shifted upward again until she met his silky-hot gaze. His lips turned up in a half smile. His gaze slipped to her lips and lingered, then glided to her breasts. Her nipples swelled as he focused on one, then the other until they ached with need. He shifted lower, perusing her body with intense male interest.

    “You’re a very sexy woman, Kara.” His voice, as smooth as velvet, caressed her senses, sending tremors through her body.

    She took another sip of wine, then placed her glass on the table. Her fingers curled around the top button of her blouse, then she released it. She dipped her fingers under the fabric and between her breasts. His gaze glued to her hand. She released the next button, exposing a little lace from her bra. She ran her fingers along the sides of her blouse, parting the fabric a fraction more, loving the heat simmering in his eyes as he watched. She released the next three buttons, then parted the fabric to reveal her black lace bra.

    She tugged the blouse from her waistband and pushed it off her shoulders, allowing both her suit jacket and blouse to fall to the floor. As she reached behind to unfasten the button of her skirt, she was well aware of how her breasts pushed forward. She slipped the skirt from her hips and dropped it to the floor, then stepped out of it and kicked it away. Now she stood in front of him in only her black bra and panties.

    “My God, you are . . . incredible,” he said.

    She stepped toward him, her hips swaying, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Her body, including her seminaked breasts, pressed against the smooth fabric of his shirt, while the coarser wool of his casual blazer brushed her sides. The heat of his body . . . the textures of his clothing . . . the hot moistness of his mouth as her tongue swirled inside him . . . all provided a sensuous onslaught.

    Anxious to feel his naked body against hers, she reached for his shirt buttons and began releasing them. She drew her mouth from his and eased back. He flicked the last few buttons loose, then shrugged free of his shirt and jacket. His massive chest, contoured with muscles, took her breath away. She ran the flat of her hand across the silky steel of his tightly defined abs, then downward. He flung open his jeans and dropped them to the floor, then kicked them aside. She stroked over the massive bulge in his briefs and he groaned.

    He grasped her wrist and drew her hand to his lips, then kissed it.

    She cupped his cheek and gazed at him. “Don’t you want me to touch you?” she asked, her voice sultry.

    “I do, I just . . .”

    “Want to keep control?”

    He smiled and nodded.

    “So . . . what if you don’t?” she asked. “What if you just let yourself lose control?”

    J.M. had been finding it difficult to keep control with Kara. Seeing her sexy body, feeling her hands on him . . . her mouth . . . He had years of Tantra training