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Sex Unlimited(31)



“Umm, Brisban. My coat…it’s…I’m,” I stammer and nervously try to get through this admission, “I can’t take off my coat.”

He’s confused. “Why not?”

I slap a hand on my forehead and start laughing. I don’t really know what else to do but laugh at the absolute disastrous night this has turned into.

“Why do I get the notion you’re not laughing a happy laugh right now?”

I look up at him and feel the need to dig a hole in the floor and then bury myself in it. “I’m naked, Brisban.” I motion my hands up and down in front of my body. “I’m naked under this coat.”

His brows shoot up and I’m certain Janette has her wish. This night has most definitely become unforgettable rather quickly.

He points his finger at me. “You’re telling me you’re wearing nothing under that?”

I nod; I know my face must be close to the same color of the coat because my skin feels like it’s on fire. He steps in toward me, closing the space between us. He reaches out to the first button of the coat and cuts his eyes to mine. “You came to my place,” he slips the button through the notch and moves to the next one, “in this,” another button is undone and he continues to the next one, “and nothing else?” One by one he unbuttons each one.

“Yes,” I whisper.

His hands slide beneath the heavy, thick fabric on each side and pulls it open, revealing my naked body. His eyes roam over every visible inch of my bare flesh.

“Brisban I…” I start but he stops me, holding a finger to my lips.

“Shh, don’t say anything. Let me look at you.”

His finger moves from my lips down over my chin. Slowly, he traces a line of warmth down my neck to the center of my breasts. There’s a brief pause before he continues down, all the way to my belly button. As he nears the area between my legs, he stops and flattens his whole hand against me, cupping my pussy with it. I suck in a breath and squeeze my eyes shut. His middle finger tests me. “Always,” he pushes it inside me, “so wet for me.” He moves it in and out only once. My eyes flutter open and he brings his finger to his mouth. He sucks my arousal from his finger and our eyes meet.

“Every time I don’t think you could possibly be anymore sexy, you prove me wrong. This,” he waves a hand up and down in front of me, “is the sexiest thing any woman has ever done for me. You’re like a true-to-life erotic dream.”

Janette is never going to stop gloating over this one.

I smile, embarrassed, still in disbelief of the night’s chain of events. “I had planned for us to have dinner first but plans have to change now.”

“I’m sorry.”

He takes me by the hand. “No, absolutely not. Don’t apologize. I want you right now. I can’t wait now that I’ve seen you here like this, in that coat and heels.” He’s leading me up winding stairs and I’m trying to take everything in. His place is incredible, very modern. We step into a bedroom that holds a massive bed. There’s very little color anywhere. A huge abstract painting hangs above the bed and his bedding is a dark slate gray color. I scan the room and see no personal photos or anything resembling what his life is like. It’s almost as impersonal as a hotel room. We reach the bed and he lifts me onto it as if I’m the weight of a feather.

“Let’s get these off.” He removes my shoes and sets them aside. “Let’s get this off too.” I help him as I shrug out of the coat and lift my bottom so he can pull it off of me. Here I am again, naked and him clothed. It always seems to happen this way. He reaches down and hooks his fingers under the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. My eyes try to take in every glorious inch of his tan, toned chest and abs. Taking a step back, he unbuttons his jeans and a devilish smile stretches across his face. “You sitting there in nothing, on my bed, in my house, is pretty much the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. You give this room every bit of the color it’s lacking.”

I blush. He pulls down his pants and kicks them to the side.

“I’m sure every woman you’ve had in here added their own flare to it.”

I have no idea why I just said that. I regret it immediately. He stills.

“Candace, you’re the only woman to ever sit on this bed or to be in this room.”

I want to die; like I haven’t embarrassed myself enough already tonight. Suddenly, what he just said registers with me and I’m at a loss for words. He removes his boxer briefs and climbs onto the bed beside me. His hand reaches up and turns my face towards his. “Did you hear me?” You are the only woman I’ve ever brought here.” My eyes search his and I know something has just shifted between us.