Truth Or Dare by Lori Foster

Author:Lori Foster [ Foster Lori]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-4201-2265-7
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2006-10-07T04:00:00+00:00

He showed up twenty minutes early. Becky was in the process of attaching the hand- and footcuffs to the bedposts, thinking that it would be less awkward that way than trying to set things up once they were … in business. She hid the handcuffs with the bed pillows, the footcuffs with the turneddown sheet. Her hands shook, her heart pounded, and her stomach felt very funny, sort of fluttery and tight and tingly.

She was going to have sex. And not with just any guy, but with George.

She closed her eyes and held her hands to her belly, trying to calm the stirring there.

The bed was all prepared, she decided. She’d drawn the drapes to leave the room dark. And onthe nightstand—on her nightstand—was a condom and the blindfold. She felt faint with expectation.

When the knock sounded on her front door, she actually jumped and let out a small screech. Heavens, she was nervous. And eager. And excited.

She rushed from the room, but forced herself to slow, to take two deep breaths so George wouldn’t know how anxious she was. She’d dressed in a button-down sweater and a long casual corduroy skirt. The sweater would be easy to remove, the skirt easy to lift. She’d left off pantyhose and instead wore lacy ankle socks—again, because they’d be easy to take off.

Her door rattled with another heavy knock and Becky peered through the peephole. George stood there, tall and dark and so handsome her toes curled inside her slip-on shoes.

She turned the locks, braced herself, and opened the door.

Trying to sound calm and cavalier when she was anything but, she said, “Hello, George—umpf!”

In one movement, he stepped in and scooped her up, then kicked the door shut. Held high against his chest, Becky had no choice but to grab hold of his shoulders and hang on. “George!”

His arms were trembling, his dark eyes piercing and hot He leaned forward, nuzzled her hair, kissed her ear, gently bit her neck.

Becky jumped again, unprepared for such an onslaught of sensual attention. She had thought they’d … talk. That they’d …

“Where’s your bedroom?” His voice was an aching rasp that curled through her on a wave ofheat. Urgency beat inside her, matching the tempo of her suddenly racing pulse.

“My bedroom?”

“God almighty, Becky, I can’t wait another single second.” He strode forward though he obviously had no idea which room was hers. “Forget the movie. Forget the damn pizza.” He peered into her bathroom and kept going, peered into the small guest room she used as a den. “Where is your bedroom?”

Becky lifted one limp arm and pointed to the last door in her small hall. Two seconds later George stepped into the room. This door he left open, which allowed the hall light to spill in. Becky wanted to protest but when he reached the bed, he dropped her. Her shoes fell off and tumbled to the floor.

Trying to ground herself, to get her bearings, Becky started to rise up on one elbow. She never made it.

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