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by Susanna Hughes (Author)
'Lie back, ' he said.
Corinda obeyed. The polished oak was cold against her back. Constantine took her wrist and drew her towards him, then pulled her stockinged legs around his waist, her buttocks suspended over the edge of the table. The nylon rasped against his flesh. He fingered her thighs, feeling the difference between the nylon and her soft flesh.
Slowly he moved.
'Oh, ' she panted, 'are you going to do it to me now?' She raised her head to watch.
'Yes, ' he said gruffly, no longer concerned with her needs. The time for finesse had passed.