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Matt bent forward and slid his hot tongue down her belly. He stopped just before he reached the edge of her hot-pink panties. She groaned and writhed on the bed.
"Don't make this harder than it already is," he whispered. "I'm gonna take a shower. Don't go anywhere," he said as he climbed off the mattress.
She closed her eyes and listened to the shower running. Matt was in there, naked. What would he do to her when he came out? Her mind reeled with possibilities. She envisioned him ripping away her panties, parting her thighs, and plunging into her hard and fast. That wouldn't be so bad. In fact, deep down, that was just what she wanted. Steve had never been a "take charge" type of lover. She had often fantasized about him coming home and dragging her into the bedroom for a wildly heated sex romp.
Matt had been in prison for a long time, and even though the practical side of her should know better, she was shocked to discover how eager she was to satisfy his pent-up needs. For some crazy reason, this just felt right.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Matt came out wearing a pair of gray briefs. The sight of his tanned, well-muscled body sparked a lustful craving deep inside her. A trickle of water dripped down his chest, and she longed to lick it away.
"Been a good girl since I was gone?" he asked, sliding into bed and straddling her chest.
"I had no choice. I'm stuck here." She rattled the handcuffs. "Why don't you take these off me?"
"Why should I?"
She stared into his eyes, then trailed her gaze down his torso until she was looking at his gray briefs. She licked her lips. "I'll make it worth yourwhile."