Harlequin Novel, Updated.... 2011 Version

 Harlequin Novel, Updated.... 2011 Version:
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me Into a =
room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approac=
hed me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close=
 to my ear."Just relax."

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands sta=
rt at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly =
but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.

I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so expe=
rienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight s=
hudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowin=
g fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, fu=
ll breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shou=
lders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I kne=
w nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a ma=
n, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A Man not used to taking 'No' fo=
r an answer. A man who would tell me What he wanted. A man who would look i=
nto my soul and say . . . ..


"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."

 On Tue, 14 Jun 2011 12:51:48 -0700 (PDT), Greasy Rider


Reminds me of when I flew to Ann Arbor a few weeks ago.  I think I'll
drive next time.


    Ron
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