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Blake caught her hand, stopping her. “No, slower. Dance.” Dance? She never danced. How could she? She didn’t have music. She didn’t have a pole.

Blake stared at her with quizzical, expectant blue eyes. How she longed to please him, in every way she could. She had no desire to deny him, unless for fun.

She swayed her hips, making circles with them. She pretended to hear music and gyrated to the beat. Slowly, she untied the negligee’s bows at her breasts and then slipped the garment from her shoulders. It fell to the floor like a feather dancing on the wind. She shifted the lace thong down her hips. When it dropped to her ankles, she 59

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lifted one leg, then the other and stepped out of it. She stood boldly naked before him, staring deep into his gaze. Blake’s gaze did not waver as he stood and grabbed her.

Yanking her into his grasp, he lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder. His large hands cupped her ass in a firm grip that held her in place and he headed to the bedroom.

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Blake was so tempted. He saw no reason to wait until tomorrow to come inside her.

No reason for the challenge any longer.

Yet…

Part of him was hesitant. Maybe even a little scared. Sure, he’d made his lists, weighed his decision. But it was all happening so fast…too fast. The whole concept of Claire changing this much in a matter of days wasn’t sinking in, at least, not as something probable. He kept thinking he’d wake up.

He wasn’t sure what to do. How he’d handle this. He only knew his cock was about to explode and the woman in his arms was very willing to do anything for him. A fact he relished.

He savored the softness of her skin in his grasp, the firmness of her ass as he kneaded the muscles.

The moment he walked in her room, he stopped dead in his tracks. The sight that met his eyes shocked him. A lamp illuminated the room with white light and cast shadows on the walls. Gone was the seventies
Star Wars
comforter, in its place a rich red velvet bedspread. Under it, hints of ruby silk sheets peeked out.

He dropped her on the bed with a flop. She rolled and stared at him with big, expectant cocoa eyes.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, as his eyes once again swept the room. He needed something to restrain her with. Sex just wasn’t the same if it didn’t involve bondage. He loved being able to tease a woman’s body without mercy, having them fully under his sensual command and unable to escape. He loved foreplay, loved to toy and loved to make sex last. By ensuring a woman was restrained, he could successfully have all three.

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He saw a candle on the dresser and strode to it. Using the lighter next to it, he lit the wick as he turned the jar to see what scent she’d bought. Jasmine. The light floral fragrance wafted through the air. His senses leapt, so very pleased and aroused by his surroundings.

Claire had thought of almost everything. Almost. Now, where was something to tie his dear Claire up with? It was time to have a little naughty fun in these new, sensual surroundings.

Claire drew a deep breath, anticipation racing through her. Her heart beat furiously, so fast that she was certain it would start skipping beats. Or explode.

Blake encouraged her to roll over with his hands, stuffing three large, fluffy pillows under her stomach. She lay across them, her ass in the air. Even though they’d done this once already, she still felt so bare. How could anything get more intimate than being this exposed to a partner?

Soft, just a whisper of a touch, his fingers drifted along her legs, heading downward He grasped her ankle, tying a plush belt from her robe around it. He drew her leg to the left and fastened it to the bedpost. He yanked with a forceful tug, as if to ensure she couldn’t get free. Then, he gripped her other ankle and secured it in the same fashion.

As a result, her legs were extended wide open, her cunt lifted and spread for him.

He climbed over her, his hard erection rubbing her bare back. With one of her leather dress belts, he grasped her wrists and brought them together. He lashed the belt around them, securing them together tightly.

Claire moaned, arching her ass. My God, she needed his touch. His cock. How much more was she expected to take?

Blake positioned himself between her legs, his hands pulling apart her mons. He explored her pussy with his fingers, stroking her hole. With his thumb, he rubbed her clit. She was soaking wet for him, but his touch made her ignite with new desire.

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He buried two fingers deep in her, swirled them around, then slowly removed them. He slipped them into her anus and pressed deep inside her. He thrust them in and out, opening her backdoor. White lights of pleasure sparked in her vision, ecstasy swamping her body.

“I’m surprised. You’re so very ready for me.”

“Yes,” she answered, wishing he’d get on with it. She was dying here!

“After tonight, you’ll in no way be a virgin any longer. I’ll have taken you in every way a man can. Do you want that Claire?”

“Yes,” she moaned in response as his fingers pressed in and out.

“Good girl.” His fingers slipped free.

He grasped her hips with one hand and brought his other hand around to play with her clit. The head of his cock slid along her wet folds, then pressed into her anus, pushing into her. He entered her very slowly, allowing her body time to adjust to his size.

When his head was a couple of inches inside her, he slowly rotated within her.

Ecstasy shot through Claire, an orgasm threatening to burst from her as he fucked her in the ass and toyed with her clit. The pressure on the tiny nub sent sparks through her body. She couldn’t take it. She…

Her body exploded from the heights it rode on, her cunt convulsing as she came.

She screamed out, moaning and burying her face in the velvet comforter.

A second later, his hot seed filled her as he shook inside her rectum.

* * * * *

He smiled at Claire’s gentles snores, cradling her close against his body. While she slept like a baby, he couldn’t seem to drift off for a minute.

Blake was nervous.

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He listened to the steady ticktock of her bedroom clock, watching and waiting for the hands to strike midnight. Finally, he heard the tiny, almost imperceptible click and thunder struck in his heart.

The day of finality had arrived. He’d promised to try to impregnate her today. To marry her. Two vows he truly looked forward to fulfilling. Claire was, without a doubt, the woman for him.

He just hoped he’d live up to her expectations. That he could keep her satisfied.

Give her the baby she longed for. She was so desperate to have a child. What if they tried and failed? Would she blame him? Hate him?
Leave him?

Of course not, he chastised himself. Deep down, he knew Claire was too good a woman for such pettiness. That she’d love him no matter what. But suffice to say, now that the day was upon him, he felt a little pressured.

He lifted her head from his chest and guided her to the pillow. Then, he scooted away from her, careful to be quiet.

He hoped she wouldn’t be upset when she woke and he was gone. But, he needed to catch his breath. Clear his head. This had all happened so fast and despite his lists, his sure decision, he was suddenly overwhelmed.

Maybe he’d return in a little while. But for now, he just wanted to go home and make another list.

* * * * *

Claire rolled over, reaching her hand out. She found empty space. No arm, no chest, no Blake.

Her eyes snapped open. Where was he?

Curiosity killed the leftover sleepiness plaguing her. She sat and looked around.

She didn’t smell coffee or eggs. She didn’t hear the television.

Where’d Blake go?

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Oh, please not to work. Not today. She was too anxious to get on with things. After all, he’d promised. Today was the day they began their attempts at pregnancy. She’d proven herself and they had a deal. She was more than ready and no way was she waiting. If she had to go to the studio herself and drag him into the office, she would.

She threw the covers off her naked body and stood. Crossing to the window, she looked toward his house. She could barely make out the glow of the kitchen light in the brightness of the morning. But sure enough, the light was on.

Urgency pushed her to throw on some clothes and run to his house. She needed to know why he left her in the middle of the night. The more sensible side of her commanded she stay. Shower. Prepare for him and a sex-filled day.

Blake was her best friend. If something was wrong, he would have said so. Right?

Nothing drastic had changed between them. They were now simply close in additional ways.

A smile formed on her face. If she knew Blake, he was probably over there making another list. That didn’t bother her. It was simply Blake.

She turned and walked into the bathroom. From the bottom cabinet, she pulled out the fertility kit. Peeling open the cardboard, she withdrew the test. Following the directions, she went through the motions. Five minutes later, she had her answer. She was ovulating.

Her heart soared. Lighter than a feather in the wind, she wanted to float to Blake’s and get pregnant immediately.

She sucked in a deep breath, walked to the shower and cranked on the hot water.

One step at a time, she reminded herself. She’d passed Blake’s test, now it was her turn.

Rushing at this point would do little good. She’d still have to wait days, perhaps weeks even, before she knew whether she was pregnant. And getting with child could take months. It was better to do this right, than fast. She’d shower, eat a hearty breakfast, glance at the paper, then head over to Blake’s and get knocked up.

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Though she was doing her best to act in a calm, rational manner, excitement bubbled and burst in her. Like a kid about to board a roller coaster, she felt so giddy-nervous she was ready to throw up. The ride hadn’t even started yet.

* * * * *

Blake crumpled the silly list he’d made. He tossed the ball of crisp white paper toward the trash, missing. It fell among several others tossed away during the night.

What was he doing? This was ridiculous. No list could depict how he truly felt.

Ready
.

Maybe it was fast, but he wanted this. Wanted Claire. A baby. A wife.
The life
.

He needed to stop overthinking things and get on with them. Heading into the bedroom, he grabbed two golden, foil-wrapped boxes from his dresser. The last two presents, one naughty—for fun—and one nice, very nice in fact and expensive. It was time to give them both to Claire.

* * * * *

The doorbell rang just as Claire finished brushing her teeth. She smacked her lips, feeling cinnamon fresh and ready for kissing. She thought about throwing on a robe, but decided that wasn’t the new Claire. She strode into the living room naked. “Who is it?” she called out, receiving no answer. “Blake? Are you playing with me?” She stood on her tiptoes and peered out the peephole. No one was there. The she remembered his present game. Oh, what would it be today?

Wrapping a throw blanket around herself, she swung open the door and found a small golden box at her feet. She swept it into her grasp, tearing at the foil.

Using her forearms to hold up the blanket, she lifted the lid and revealed a pink blindfold with a note. Interesting. She eagerly retrieved the piece of paper and read.
Put
this on before you ring the bell.

Very interesting.

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She glanced up and down the road for neighbors. It was still early, barely seven-thirty. The high school kids were off to school already and the elementary children weren’t due to leave for another hour. A neighbor several doors down slammed the car door, but for the most part, the streets were quiet. Claire decided she didn’t care.

Throwing caution to the wind, she darted to his house.

Once on his porch, she slid the blindfold around her head and positioned it over her eyes. Looking down, she could still get a glimpse at her surroundings. She tilted her head, searching for the bell. She found it and pressed the chime. Its melody filled the air and moments later, the door swung open.

“Claire,” Blake stated in a husky whisper, saying nothing more. No clue as to what he was up to.

She did her best to peek from the blindfold without moving her head. But, all she could see were his feet.

“Blake?”

He drew a deep, shaky breath.

“Take off the blindfold now, Claire.”

Gladly, she lifted the cover from her eyes. To her surprise, he knelt before her. His blue eyes implored her, loving and hope-filled. A smile curved his lips, lopsided and all-knowing. In his palm rested another golden box, this one much smaller in size.

Slowly he lifted the lid, revealing a dazzling diamond ring. Set in an intricate band of twisted white gold, the impressive jewel made her heart leap.

Aside from the racing in her chest, Claire froze. This was it.
The
moment.

Suddenly Claire realized something. While she really wanted a baby, this was what she was really after. Love. Pure and simple, unadulterated love, the kind you could only have in a family, in a happily ever after.

Baby or no baby, right here in front of her was everything she truly needed to be happy.

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Before he even popped the question, she nodded her head in answer. “Oh, yes.”

“Aren’t you going to let me ask?”

“Ask.”

“Marry me, Claire.”

“Oh, yes.”

He rose, drawing her into his arms. He swept her into a kiss, his full mouth devouring hers. Passion raced through her body, fast and keen.

She leaned into the embrace and slid her tongue into his mouth. Caressing his teeth with it, she dared him to intensify the kiss.