The Ties That Bind

Chapter Thirteen: Indecent Proposal

The aching familiarity of that mischievous grin, combined with the thrill of being in his arms, made her spirits soar, and feel light-hearted enough to float. Not to mention the euphoric joyfulness brought by his words, and what they symbolized.

She looked up at him from beneath her lashes with a sexy, confident expression on her face.

"You know, Miles, it's still your birthday," she purred. "I think it's about time we got to that dessert I promised you."

"But we've already had that superb black forest – oh," Miles caught on quickly when he spotted her lascivious look. "I imagine it will be slightly lower calorie, though?"

"But equally as sinful, I assure you." Franziska pulled away from his arms and stepped back. Reaching behind her neck, she deftly released the two ties that bound her sleek halter dress together and let it slide slowly down her body, clinging briefly to her hips for a second before drifting to the bearskin rug at her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her ivory stiletto heels, snow-colored see-through lacy bra, and matching wispy lace panties, with the blaring fire place creating a sensual, luminous glow over the lusciously displayed curves of her beautiful body.

Miles felt his mouth go dry as he looked at the vixen standing before him. Never before had pure, virginal white looked so decadently, irresistibly impure and unchaste. He felt himself easily topple on the armchair behind him as she shoved him with backwards with one scarlet-tipped hand, and felt his blood pressure, among other things, rise.

Franziska caught the hungry look in his eyes and gave him an irrepressible smile. Then she walked over to him, and put her lips to his, asking for their familiar kiss. She ran her tongue along his lips, parting them enough to slide its tip inside his warm mouth. He surrendered under her coaxing, and she deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced in slow motion. She moaned once, sending a whole new shiver down his spine, straight to his groin. A loud gasp escaped from his throat. The kiss was long, and as satisfying as a favorite meal.

Without warning, she suddenly wrenched her mouth away from his. Then, without smiling at him, without saying a word, without doing anything other than meeting his eyes, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, pushing the sides of the material apart to bare his muscled chest and rippling abdominals, before expertly unbuckling his belt. It was utterly surprising—and red hot. She was mistress of the art and he was her equal.

She leisurely sank to her knees before him, pushing his trousers and silk boxers down his hips in one fluid motion, then cupped him with her hands.

He moaned. "Franziska---"

She shook her head. "Silence, birthday boy." She wrapped her hand around his full, throbbing erection and started stroking.

He grabbed her hands and stopped her, his chest heaving.

Franziska was having none of it. She put her mouth against that sculpted, rapidly rising and falling chest and licked his nipple.

Her warm mouth was on his chest, with her hands sweet and teasing over his aching shaft. His sex became even fuller within her caressing grasp. She pulled his head down and scorched him with an explicit come-and-get-me kiss.

He opened his mouth to warn that he was about to explode if she continued, but then she touched him with her lips.

With a groan that rumbled against her chest, Miles' fingers slid across her cheeks and into her silken mane, shivers radiating out from the point of contact. His hands sank into her hair, the strands catching and pulling, erotic little tugs that made her moan against him. Her hands clenched and pulled his hips closer. She needed to feel how much he wanted her, needed to know that she could make him lose control of all his senses as he had countlessly with her.