She panted, head down on the table, feeling the linen against her skin.
His eyes smoldered. He released her wrists and carefully turned her head to face him. “Well done, you’re the first woman to come at this table.”
She couldn’t conjure up a single coherent word and stayed put as he ran his finger along the line of her jaw and across to tantalize her lower lip.
“If you lie there much longer, I’ll be tempted to tie you to the table legs and try buttering your ass instead of the toast.”
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