Fresh Temptation

the term ‘body shaper.’”
    He groaned. “I swear, you women. You don’t need this thing, Cara.”
    She let out a tiny whine. “Yes, I do.”
    “No, you don’t.” He lifted his head to look in her eyes. “And to think, you wore this, knowing I was going to get you naked today?”
    She gulped. Her voice was soft. “Well…I didn’t… know …exactly…”
    He sighed. “Is it okay if I peel you out of it?”
    Cara stammered, suddenly feeling very much on display. “Um…I don’t know…”
    Victor grinned. “It’s okay. It’ll be my bedtime project. Releasing you from this horribly constrictive device.” With his eyes fixed on hers, he moved his hand down to her knee and quickly made his way up her skirt to cup her heat.
    “Ooh!” Cara bit her lip and closed her eyes, now remembering how good it felt to have a man touch her there.
    “Relax, querida ,” he whispered. He pulled a latch on the side of her chair, slowly leaning her backward until she was lying down.
    Cara opened her eyes and stared straight up at the ceiling as he pushed her skirt all the way up to her waist and pried her knees apart, wide. Her eyes stayed on the ceiling. She was afraid if she looked at him, she would wake up and realize it had all been a daydream.
    His fingers went back and forth across the fabric between her legs. “How does this thing work? Are these snaps?”
    She winced with embarrassment. “Yes.”
    He chuckled. “Well, this should give me some easy access then, shouldn’t it?”
    In seconds he unfastened the three snaps that secured her undergarment, then pried them apart. “Mmm,” he said. “I’m glad you’re wearing nothing underneath. I was afraid there might be another barricade.”
    When she felt his gentle finger trail through her wetness, she let out a moan and spread her legs further, welcoming the man who was more of a stranger than a boss. For so long, she had every reason to resist any man who wanted her like this. And now, all she could think about was letting him inhabit every part of her. “Please, take me…”
    Victor’s fingers were soft at first but then grew urgent as he obeyed her breathy response.
    “More, yes. More.”
    The words were quiet, barely escaping her mouth like she had no power to stop them. The more she moaned, the faster his fingers went. It had not been his intention to be so intimate so quickly, but he couldn’t help himself. Not after feeling the need pooling between her thighs, and the way her hips moved against his hand as he rubbed her faster.
    Victor fought the urge to use his tongue, choosing instead to save that for later tonight at the hotel. For now he was more than happy to watch the passion on her lovely face as his fingers moved faster and harder to please her.
    When he sensed she was nearing climax, he dipped his fingers inside her.
    “Yes!” she shouted.
    He kept his fingers there and used his other hand to rub her tiny nub.
    “Oh yes!” Cara bit her lip to try to keep herself from screaming, but her attempt was unsuccessful. She was no match for those skilled hands of his. Her sounds filled the tiny plane as her climax overtook her.
    He reached inside his pocket for his wallet and quickly retrieved a condom.
    She tilted her head up just enough to watch him unzip his pants, then unroll the condom down his shaft. Smiling, she let her head fall back into place against the padded seat.
    Victor cradled a hand under each of her thighs to position himself perfectly.
    “Is it okay if I do this?” His firm head was at her opening, begging for entrance.
    As soon as she said, “Yes,” he plunged inside and stayed there, still, until she opened her eyes to look at him.
    “Cara,” he said, “I didn’t expect us to move so quickly, I swear.”
    “It’s okay.” She smiled. “I want this.”
    He nodded and whispered, “I want you .”
    Victor cradled her thighs as he moved between her legs, meeting her soft flesh over and over until his release many minutes later.
    When he finished, he reached for her arms and said, “Sit up, querida .”
    She sat up. He was still perched between her legs on his knees.
    He put his arms around her and kissed her, his hands roaming her back and her hair.
    She met his kiss with passion, now completely unashamed that she was half naked and still wearing her body shaper. She tightened her knees against his hips as her hands roamed his back.
    When he pulled away, he whispered in her ear, “You’re so