Casper, Maggie-Kinky Campers 01-In the Woods Read Online Free PDF Page A

before setting it, along with the rest of the other stuff in his pockets, on the bedside table.
    He was waiting for her to lead him, to tell him exactly what it was she wanted him to do. This part was going to be easy. It was something she’d dreamed about since first hearing his voice and then looking him up on the ’net.
    After taking up residence on a chair located in the corner of his cabin, she peered up at him. “Strip for me, please. Very, very slowly.”
    “Yes…” The rest of his answer trailed off, making Delilah realize she hadn’t told him how to address her.
    “‘Trouble’ will do nicely, boy.” She was coming to like being called Trouble by him. Adding the “boy” part was decidedly uncomfortable and seemed completely wrong. His reaction made it all worth it though.
    It was obvious it wouldn’t have been his pet name of choice if she’d given him a chance, but she hadn’t and didn’t plan to either. The corded muscles of his neck were tight now. And was that a slight blush covering his face as he reached for his waistband?
    Oh so cute!
    Delilah watched as he ever so slowly pulled the t-shirt he wore over his head. As the fabric lifted, inch by glorious inch of his abdomen was revealed, showing off the flat belly and innie navel she’d been longing to dip her tongue into.
    “Mmmm,” she purred. “Perfect.” Delilah couldn’t help but eye the bulge beneath his fly. Being in charge was a heady sensation. Maybe she could get into the role after all.
    Sam backed toward the bed where he sat at the foot, his legs spread wide. From the glint of humor in his gaze, he knew damn well how he affected her. When he broke eye contact, it was to lean forward in order to unlace and remove his black combat-style boots and socks.
    Doing so gave Delilah an uninhibited view of his broad shoulders and the sleek, svelte lines of his back. The man really was a work of art, one she wanted to do dirty, dirty things to.
    “Enough dawdling, boy. We don’t have much time. Pants next.”
    Oh she was so going to pay later. Delilah knew beyond the shadow of a doubt Sam would make sure of it. His jaw tensed again, but only for a brief second, before he answered, “As you wish, Trouble.”
    Inclining her head, Delilah watched and waited while he did as told. The black jeans were pushed past his hips to show the dark thatch of hair that did nothing to hide the long, thick length of his erection.
    Her mouth watered something fierce as Sam lowered his pants to the floor then stepped out of them. Her mind went crazy with all the possibilities, but she couldn’t help but want to play librarian with him.
    “On the bed on your back, boy. I’ll be right back.”
    Delilah didn’t wait for an answer because she knew he took his word very seriously. He’d agreed to follow her orders for half an hour. She knew without doubt he would do exactly that.
    It took precious time to slick her hair back into a bun and put on the short skirt she’d planned. Also as planned, she left off any underclothes as well as shoes. They would just get in the way and take time she didn’t have. The final touch was the glasses she’d always hated. Without even looking into the mirror for fear she might chicken out, Delilah left the protective walls of the bathroom.
     
    Sam situated himself comfortably on the bed, all the while trying to decide whether he was going to paddle Delilah’s fine ass first or stick needles through her pale flesh in ways that had absolutely nothing to do with the medical field.
    He was deep in thought, stroking the length of his cock when the woman in question came back into the room. Sam nearly swallowed his tongue. Holy hell! She was every naughty schoolboy’s wet dream.
    The skirt she wore barely covered all the pleasures a man could think of while the thin white shirt was snug, making it completely obvious there was not a bra in sight.
    Her breasts hung heavy and full, their dark nipples outlined clearly. She’d