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| Arms splayed wide, stretched straight out at her sides in a posture that offered no defense and no protest, Tina closed her eyes and allowed his tongue to enter. She savored the minty sweetness of it as it plunged deep, plunged expertly, entwining itself with hers and making itself one with hers just as his hand had claimed hers so completely a minute or two before. She didn't move, except to open herself a little wider to him. Didn't make a sound, other than a soft and feral purring that rose from her throat unbidden, seeming to vibrate gently and inexorably in time to the pounding of her pulse. A pulse that seemed suddenly to reverberate like the discharge of dynamite through every single part and parcel of her body. "I'll tell you my name," the street man murmured, his lips releasing hers at last as he reached for the tiny pearl buttons of her blouse, "later." "Is that a p...promise?" "Is that what you want, Tina? Promises?" "And why do you always answer my questions with more questions?" Releasing the first of the tiny, slippery, pinpoint buttons his hand, seeming all the more enormous now in contrast to their tininess, moved on to the next. "Do I?" he whispered. There he went again. Confusing the issue. Confusing her. Did he what? The tips of his fingers coaxed diamond sparks from her flesh as they brushed against it, against the soft roundness of the upper curve of her breast, laid bare now, and unrestricted as opalescent white silk parted beneath his hands. "Y...you know you d...do," she whispered, unsure exactly what she was saying, exactly what she'd accused him of. Sure only that if she had accused him at all, she'd had a reason. A good one. And that he had provoked... Was provoking, she amended around a deep and quavering sob that escaped lips beginning to ache for the touch of his again. Lips that had already begun to form the words that would beg him to return to her, beg him to sample her and taste her...to let her sample and taste him...as they had before. But that was not to be. His fingers, deft and delightfully agile despite their overwhelming size and strength, had freed the last of her buttons from its hand-embroidered hole. His hands, so enormous and yet so gentle, brushed her breasts again. Once. Lightly. Sending up more of those delicious diamond sparks. Sparks that mixed with shimmers of emerald, and ruby, and topaz so that the entire back room of her shop...the entire world within and around her shop...seemed to suddenly blaze with jewel lights that shimmered against the underlying softness of perfumed feathers. |
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| When Tina Farrin finds a homeless man loitering in the doorway next door to her exclusive dress shop, apparently ready to make his permanent home there, she's incensed. And when the police can or will do nothing about him, she takes matters into her own hands. Determined to "save" him, she sets him to work in her shop, and is instantly aware all is not as it should be. |
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