  &quot;Turn over.&quot; He commands gently, and I do as I'm told as he comes to kneel over me and starts undoing my dress. My body sags a little at the release from the tight corset. &quot;This dress is coming out to play again, next time we'll keep it on.&quot; He almost growls, his voice raspy and deep. He sounds more like passionate Jake now and it excites me beyond belief. He catches my hips, pulling me down the bed until my feet slide to the floor and stands me up. When I do, the dress falls around my ankles, so I'm left standing in lace panties with the warmth of his naked torso against my back, his hands trailing down my exposed waist and igniting goosebumps. I close my eyes and let my hands drop to my sides, exposing my naked breasts.
      &quot;These can stay on.&quot; He helps me step out of my dress, his hand cupping my foot in my high stiletto shoe and he runs a finger up t

  I wake in the early morning light entangled in Jake's limbs and bed sheets, my body aching and heavy from everything he's done to me through the night. I can't help but smile at the memories, a warm blush traveling over my sensitive skin.
      If I had thought Jake had a high sex drive when dating his string of floozies, I have severely underestimated him. Last night, he'd been addicted to my body, barely giving me time to recover. He'd been true to his promise and brought me to dizzying heights of orgasm more than once with his expertise and confidence in pleasuring me. There is not a single inch of my skin he has not kissed or licked or massaged softly and I finally passed out from exhaustion, rather than his wavering libido. My brain too confuddled to function anymore. My Casanova is truly a master in the bedroom, with the confidence of a man who has no sexual inhibitions. I am lit

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      The car journey to his apartment passes in a flurry of back seat grinding and fumbling, lying flat across the smooth leather seat. Jake heavy on top of me with hands and mouth all over my skin, pushing me to a searing heat that has me panting and kissing me as though he's been deprived for years. Toe-curling kisses that have me begging for more. My fingers feel out his shirt and bow tie, undoing both so they hang freely open while his naked strong chest is covered in my lipstick kisses and his jackets discarded on the floor.
      If the internal, blacked out window of the limo hadn't been there, I would be ashamed of what Jefferson would be witnessing. Jake almost has me on the seat, his desire set free, my body no longer out of bounds for him and he's making the most of it. All my inner voices and fears chased away by his kiss while the doubts and panic are gone.
      He

&quot;Turn over.&quot; He commands gently, and I do as I'm told as he comes to kneel over me and starts undoing my dress. My body sags a little at the release from the tight corset. &quot;This dress is coming out to play again, next time we'll keep it on.&quot; He almost growls, his voice raspy and deep. He sounds more like passionate Jake now and it excites me beyond belief. He catches my hips, pulling me down the bed until my feet slide to the floor and stands me up. When I do, the dress falls around my ankles, so I'm left standing in lace panties with the warmth of his naked torso against my back, his hands trailing down my exposed waist and igniting goosebumps. I close my eyes and let my hands drop to my sides, exposing my naked breasts.
      &quot;These can stay on.&quot; He helps me step out of my dress, his hand cupping my foot in my high stiletto shoe and he runs a finger up the back of my naked leg, causing me to shiver in anticipation. He moves away and I glimpse his trouse

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