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Clad only in brand new heels and lingerie, Beth climbed up onto the edge of the Egyptian cotton bed sheets. Slowly and deliberately, just like she’d been instructed, she began crawling for the pillows with exaggerated wiggles of her hips. Pausing partway across the king-size expanse, she looked back, biting her lip.”Is this okay?”Standing a short distance from the foot of the bed in a freshly pressed suit, her husband’s jaw was slack. A crystal tumbler containing a finger of bourbon hung from one hand, the thumb of his other acting as a crude bookmark.”Perfect. Just perfect.””Sure?””So sexy,” he growled, swirling then downing the drink and feeling the heat slither down his throat, fire spreading. Her form accentuated every nuance of femininity he’d missed. Reaching to place the glass on the coffee table before tucking the hand in his pocket, he rearranged his manhood that was starting to engorge with blood. Pointed it upward. Better.Beth resumed crawling, animal-like, rhythmically shifting weight from one side to the other, her behind undulating provocatively. Before reaching the pillow she stopped again. “Isn’t this a little extravagant? The meal? The hotel?” She looked down at herself. “Everything?””Stop worrying. Relax. That’s why we’re here. The rut, remember?”Beth breathed out. “Right. The rut. Sorry.”A flash surfaced in Mark’s belly. The bourbon, maybe. But more than that. Exasperation at her attitude. “You do want this to work, right?” It came out with more venom than he expected.”Of course,” she shot back. “It’s… this isn’t easy for me, y’know. Acting. Unplugging.”Mark let the ire subside, casting his gaze over the tantalising rump ahead of him. The same curves he’d fallen in love with half a decade ago, modesty barely intact beneath transparent lace. The last time she’d worn such an outfit was probably their honeymoon. Before the job. Before… the news.He pursed his lips. “I understand, love. But let’s try and forget the office today. For us, okay?”Beth sighed and gave a gentle nod. “You’re right. This is important. This is…” She stiffened as a muffled melody rang şişli escort out. Work by Rihanna. Beth had thought it was funny. Mark had grown to hate it and rolled his eyes.”You’ve gotta be kidding.”Beth dropped her gaze to the sheets. Began to move. “I have to take it.””No!” She recoiled at the sharpness. “Leave it. Everything will still be there tomorrow. Trust me.””But…””A ringing phone doesn’t have to be answered. Diane’ll get over it.” His tone was firm.She twitched, flicking her eyes between her husband and bag on the sofa across the suite. A long thirty seconds until it rang off. Twenty seconds after that the low vibration and solitary ping of an answer machine message. Mark could imagine the brusque recording: ‘Beth, where the hell are you? I need the Mitchell account summary. Call me.’Instead of tending to her boss’ whims they’d both skipped work. Bottle of wine and a succulent steak lunch before taking the swanky hotel room, him the debonair playboy, her his escort.Mark eyed her. “Relax, Beth. Come on. Breathe. Like it says in here.” He indicated the book.She did. A lungful through her nose, then back out of her mouth. Once more. In. Out. Mark followed her eye behind him to the dress crumpled on the floor. A chic Roland Mouret copy, without the astronomical price tag, that she’d said felt gorgeous against her porcelain skin. “What’s next?”Mark brought the book up, eyes scanning left to right, skittering back like a typewriter at the end of each line. “Turn over and lie back, head on the pillow, but maintain eye contact.”Beth did as directed, rolled onto her full behind and shuffled down a little before lying back, dark strands of hair splaying out around her head against the encased feathers. All credit, she didn’t let her gaze waver.Mark broke the stare, voice catching as he continued to read. “Good. Now, give me your best bedroom eyes. Invite me over without words.”Slithering her legs against the bed sheets, Beth gently opened them a fraction and widened her eyes, fluttering the lids, then giggled at her husband’s reaction. “Was that okay?””Sweet escort şişli cheeses, that was perfect.” He hurriedly read on. Reached with one hand to the knot of his monochrome tie and tugged it down until the short end came free. Tossed it underarm to Beth. “Put this over your eyes.””What?! I’m not sure about…” His stare cut her short, and she reached for its snake-like form beside her, unfurling the knot with precision beneath crimson nail polish. When straightened, she brought it to her face. He watched her take in the musky scent of his aftershave on the silk as it passed her nose, then cut out her sight. It wasn’t a perfect fit, presumably fringes of the room’s low-wattage bulbs still permeating her pupils. Good enough. She swallowed, wrapping the strip around her head and tying it at the back, then settled against the bed.Mark’s erection stirred. “How does that make you feel?”She scratched at the sheets. “Vulnerable I guess. Apprehensive. What’s the next step?”Mark read: “At this stage you’ll candlelit dinner by the ocean is a great opener.” He frowned.Beth said, “What?”Mark looked at the page on the left. “At this stage you’ll-” he scanned to the top line of the next page, then lower to the margin of the book. “Damn, there are some pages missing.””What?””Gone.””How many?”Mark checked. “Twelve.””Great! So what now? Fat lot of good a self-help book is with a chunk missing.” She reached for the tie across her eyes.”Wait!”She stopped. “What?””Just… hold on.”Mark put the library book alongside his tumbler. “What if we…””What?””I dunno. Do that thing with your legs again.”Beth shuffled slightly. “This?” She slithered her legs against the sheets once more, rearranging her posture a little, the jewels on the buckle of the heels glinting.”Yeah… that,” breathed Mark, his erection straining against the black trousers. The way her thighs parted then closed was tantalising. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”Beth rolled her head away. “Stop it.””No. It’s true. I don’t say it enough.””You do.””No. I don’t. I love the way you just… curve.”She reflexively mecidiyeköy brought a hand to her stomach. “You mean my squishy bit?””I mean every bit. Gorgeous thighs. Hips that roll up from there and sweep into the centre. The way everything swirls up to the tips of your glorious boobs and down to your neck. Everything. The whole package is irresistible.”Mark stepped to the bed, leant against it and reached out to place a hand on his wife’s ankle. Slowly undid the strap of the shoe and let it drop to the bed. Felt the silk of the holdups. Traced the curvature of her foot around the instep and back, beneath her toes, watching them wiggle inside the lingerie. She smirked.”That tickles.”He didn’t stop. Slid his hand over the top of her foot to the ankle again. Circled the bone there with his thumb as Beth breathed out, just a sigh that ended in a little moan.”Beth?””Yes?””In the absence of the book, shall we… improvise?”She chewed her lip again. “And what would that entail?”Mark climbed onto the bed, the mattress depressing around his knees. Slid both hands onto her shins, gliding them up the inside and down the outside, from knee to foot and back. Firm strokes up, gentler down. He left one shoe on.”It’ll involve a lot of touching, I expect.” He circled his fingertips over the material stretched across each knee, then drifted along the upper surface of her thighs. She drew a breath as he neared the dark band of the holdups, then stopped and traced back down, circling her knees again. “Here, for example.” He smiled, running his hands up again. “And here.” She shuddered as his fingertips grazed the bare flesh between the hold ups and her panties. “Definitely here.”He walked a pair of fingers up over her hips, across her belly and moved her arm away. It flopped to the bed by her side. He continued his journey, tiptoeing over the tiny hump of her stomach then back down to caress her thigh, goosebumps rising, watching Beth’s expression below the makeshift blindfold. Loved the way her mouth curled at the corners, lips parted, breath inhaled.Moving his palm to her warm skin, he slid up again, leaning over her, gliding all the way to one breast and cupping it through the sheer fabric. His fingertips found an appreciative nipple and Beth gasped as he rolled and pinched it gently.”Oh God,” she moaned. “Do that again. It’s been so…””Shhhh.
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