Jennifer's Gift (The Fantasy #2) by Nicole Ryan Read Free Book Online Page B

down at them as we approached the door to the patio. Charles opened the French door and I turned sideways to step down onto the concrete step, my wind chimes calling to us in the gentle spring breeze. My heels grated on the concrete as I walked out onto the patio and down onto the thick jagged slabs of stone that created a rustic yet elegant sitting area below. I turned and faced Charles, my face burning with embarrassment as the wind kissed my cheeks and lifted stray strands of hair around my face.
    His feature s lit up quickly and he beamed at me as he closed the distance between us, looking at my cleavage before letting his gaze run over my entire body, and back up to my eyes before he kissed me softly on the mouth. I gazed up into his eyes questioningly as he slid his thumb across my lower lip, the smile still on his lips.
    “Want to set the table for me? I’ll get dinner. Be back in twenty minutes.” He said, planting a chaste kiss on my bottom lip before leaving me in the backyard practically naked.
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                  I figured that the bar would make setting the table extraordinarily difficult. I managed after dropping two plates, to lean over the island in our kitchen just at the right angle to grasp a plate in my hand. It was tedious but I managed to set the table just as Charles returned home. His cologne wafted into my nostrils as I stood in the kitchen, in front of the open fridge.
    “I think I like that on you.” He said smoothly, and my stomach fluttered as I watched his eyes move over my body again.
    Charles slowly stepped toward me, his white button down shirt open at the collar, his black slacks hugging his hips perfectly. God how I wanted him in that moment, it was nearly excruciating. He smiled as he placed his hand on my hip and pulled me against his front. I would have felt awkward standing before him, my arms stretched out but the way his eyes devoured me made me feel as if I were the most beautiful thing in the world. In that moment, perhaps I was.
    “Are you hungry, my love?” He asked, his eyes moving from my lips and burning into mine.
    God how I’d longed for this, this closeness… His touch, it was overwhelming and to my chagrin tears formed in my eyes. I nodded, resting my forehead against his chin, my eyes closed as he circled my waist in his firm arms. I moaned softly as he slid his hands down my back, placing them over my ass.
    “Come here.” He said softly and before I opened my eyes, I he ard a metallic snap as he attached a leash to the leather around my neck.
    I stared at him for a second, not sure if I should get to my knees, and unsure how I’d manage that attached to the bar.
    “ Just walk with me.” He said, and flashed that handsome smile, dimpling his cheeks.
    I followed him, my heart thudding wildly in my chest, moisture already collecting between my thighs. Charles began to pull small trays from the paper bags, and two candles. The sun was setting now, and I gazed at my husband setting out a beautiful dinner, filet mignon with dark succulent greens and beautiful rosemary roasted potatoes. I was curious as to why he was only placing the food at one place setting, but quickly understood when he placed a thick black pillow on the ground.
    After lighting the candles Charles made his way to me slowly, removing the bar from my shoulders after undoing the cuffs at my wris ts and neck then disappeared into the house. I felt more naked with the collar gone from my neck than I had all evening. When Charles returned he was holding one of my scarves.
    I felt his hands on mine as he placed his lips on the back of my neck. Slowly he pulled my hands behind me, and began to wrap the soft and silky material around them. When my wrists were secure he placed his fingers on the base of my spine, and led me toward the table. He sat slowly, holding my hips in his warm hands as he gazed at my thighs, and began to move his eyes slowly up to my stomach, and breasts. He reached up