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    Disentangling myself from him, I reached for the hem of my shirt and quickly stripped it off. I didn’t question my uncharacteristically wanton behavior. All I could think of was how much I wanted Ky, and how dynamic we were together.
    Not surprisingly, he didn’t handle me in the traditional sense. He took one look at me, let out a sexy grunt and then turned me around so my back was to him. He leaned in close and his hands glided over my stomach and up to my breasts. Palming them, he kneaded and massaged in a confident, territorial way. As though I belonged only to him and he knew it.
    He nuzzled the crook of my neck, his lips swept over my skin, kissing and nipping until my body was so limp, I practically slumped against him as his hard chest sealed to my back and his entire essence enveloped me. He kissed me just below the ear and I felt the effects deep within me. A hot and restless sensation blossomed low in my belly as he pushed the cups of my bra down and tucked them under my breasts. He caressed the mounds again with his erotic blend of gentle roughness. His touch was highly arousing, sending me into sensory overload.
    With skilled hands, he pinched and rolled my nipples until I was delirious with desire and in need of relief from all the sexual tension he created. Clasping one of his hands, I dragged it down my stomach to the apex of my legs. His strong fingers rubbed my labia through my pants. His arm at my chest stretched across me to cup one breast while his forearm covered the other, the soft hairs teasing the nipple.
    “You’re making me unbelievably hard,” he whispered in my ear.
    His words sent a shiver of delight down my spine. “I’m not exactly in control of my own body at the moment.”
    “There is a serious amount of chemistry between us.”
    It was more than that. His raw sexual intensity sparked something inside me that had me buzzing more excitedly than a bee in a honeycomb.
    When he released me, an unchecked murmur of protest fell from my lips.
    “Patience,” he said in a slightly amused though mostly strained tone.
    His large hands slid behind the waistband of my black pants and he pushed the material down my legs. Crouching behind me, he helped me out of my boots and socks as I flattened my palms on the smooth wood of the credenza for support. He discarded my clothing before standing again. With one hand, he flicked the fastening on my bra and I slipped out of the lingerie. I wore nothing but the thong panties that matched my bra.
    A low, almost primal groan from Ky told me he liked what he saw.
    With his arms around me from behind once more, he said, “You are damn sexy.”
    He certainly made me feel that way.
    His arm crossed my chest again, and he palmed a breast as his other hand returned to my labia, stroking the sensitive flesh as I ground my ass against his erection.
    Kissing and nipping my neck as he increased the pressure of his touch between my legs caused my pussy to throb with an erratic beat. When he whisked aside the satin covering me and his fingers glided over my clit, a small cry passed my parted lips and filled the otherwise quiet air.
    My nipples were impossibly hard, but as he rolled one between his finger and thumb, they both seemed to pucker even tighter. The sensation was an erotic and tantalizing one, again making me crave so much more. I suddenly became the poster child for the term hot and bothered .
    Ky seemed perfectly in tune with my increasingly relentless desire. His hand between my legs slipped a little lower and he worked a long finger into my pussy. I bit back the scream of sheer ecstasy that bubbled in my throat. No need to draw attention to us.
    A sharp moan eked out of me anyway.
    “God, you’re tight,” he muttered against my neck, his warm breath teasing my skin. “And wet.”
    I had no doubt.
    His finger inside me caressed my inner walls as the heel of his hand massaged my clit. My head fell back on his broad shoulder and my deep breaths