Open In Private by Samantha Gentry Page A

orgasms in the last two weeks than she had in the previous two years. And every one of them had been spectacular thanks to Parker's sexpertise .
    The butt plug kept vibrating as he leaned against her back and cupped her breasts in his hands, his cock still inside her. She instinctively placed her hands on top of his and allowed the butt plug vibrations to combine with her pussy contractions, keeping her body at an orgasmic peak. For a moment, she felt light-headed, as if she might actually pass out from the ecstasy.
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    Carli lounged on the large floor pillows in front of the fireplace. The popping and crackling of the burning logs enhanced the dancing flames. At Parker's request, she wore only the black lace bikini panties and sheer black negligee. It felt so decadent, so daring, and totally uninhibited. She loved the sensation of complete freedom from the conventional restrictions so often imposed by society.
    The real Parker Simmons had turned out to be quite a surprise. She had known him for five years and thought she knew him pretty well. She was aware of his good reputation in the business community. His Christmas shopping list and the amount of money he allocated said he was a considerate and generous employer as well as a thoughtful business associate. But intimately knowing the man had been a real eye-opener.
    A man of integrity and honor who believed commitments weren't passing things, they weren't to be made lightly and were meant to be kept. He could also claim the title of sexiest man alive. She had never experienced better sex in her life. The man definitely had a naughty bad boy streak in him that she found very exciting.
    He made her feel as if she was the only woman in his life. Or more accurately, that's what she wanted to believe. What type of woman would capture the heart and soul of a man like Parker? A man who could obviously have any woman he wanted?
    "I put the rest of the pizza in the refrigerator." Parker emerged from the kitchen carrying two glasses of champagne. He had pulled on his briefs, but left the rest of his clothes on the floor in the bedroom. "That wasn't the dinner I had originally planned for tonight—"
    "I'm so sorry about altering your plans." She batted her eyelashes at him while feigning a look of innocence. "Next time you should be honest and tell me the reservations can't be changed."
    He set both glasses of champagne on the coffee table and settled into the large pillow next to her. "The day I'd rather sit in a restaurant than engage in hot sex with you is the day they might as well take me out and shoot me. Besides, there's nothing wrong with ordering pizza and having it delivered right to the door. That leaves more time for experimenting with play toys and other interesting activities." He slipped his hand inside her panties, ruffling his fingers through the downy curls.
    "I'm not a sex-crazed lunatic, Carli, in spite of the way I've been behaving with you." He caught a moment of eye contact with her and she read the seriousness in his eyes. The embers smoldering inside her sparked to life again. "It's just that I can't get enough of you."
    "Mmm…something else we definitely have in common."
    "Your taste, your feel, the heat of your enthusiastic and uninhibited response." He slipped his finger between her pussy lips and teased a nipple with his tongue. A moment later, he sucked the taut bud into his mouth.
    The spark that had come alive inside her now burst into flames, rivaling the burning logs in the fireplace. Once again, he had set her body on fire with nothing more than an intimate touch. Her mind wandered for a moment to the flavored massage oil and chocolate body paint in the bedroom. She would save it for another time.
    "I think we have on too many clothes." His raspy words attested to the desire churning inside him. His cock once again made an obvious rise to the occasion, the head wiggling out from behind the elastic waistband of his briefs. With the tip of her