Something Borrowed, Something Blue
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She idly ran a finger over one of the velvet-covered buttons as she held the dress to her body, eyeing herself in the mirror. The high neck and long sleeves were demure but the tightness of the garment would leave little doubt about her assets. Never one to be overly concerned about her plumpness or the over average size of her chest, Matilda felt a bit uneasy knowing Dawson would see her in the nude tonight.
Would he insist upon undressing her completely or would he settle for her merely lifting her nightdress and taking what he wanted. Somehow, Matilda didn't think so. Shaking all thoughts of her wedding night aside, she once again concentrated on the task at hand.
All the pleats and fringe would be hell to iron. Hopefully all that was needed to settle some of the wrinkles was a stiff shaking and the weight of the heavy skirts pulling at it while it hung.
By the time Matilda finished hanging the dress, as well as removing the rest of the items from the trunk, the day had broke. Sunshine spilled through the window of her room leaving in its wake warmth and comfort. Making her way down the stairs and into the kitchen, Matilda made a mental list of things she would need to do before afternoon arrived.
Several hours later, as she prepared for the ceremony, she prayed the large breakfast she’d eaten would stay down. Her stomach was in knots and had been for the past several hours but she was finally dressed and ready.
Matilda tucked the beautifully edged hankie Jess had loaned her into the top of her corset, happy she had everything she needed. Her mother’s locket, her dress, the borrowed hankie and baby blue ribbon securing her chemise, not to mention the coin even now sticking to the side of her foot all made up the things Matilda needed to start her marriage off on the right foot.
Can Melanie Parsons trust Brady Torres with her most trusted possession—her heart?
A Sixpence in Her Shoe
(c)2006 Liz Andrews
Available August 15th from Samhain Publishing
Melanie comes from a Traditionalist family, a fundamental group of individuals who want to return to the ideals of an earlier time. Although she doesn’t believe in those ideals, especially when it comes to marriage, she has two little secrets. She loves for a man to control her in the bedroom and the particular man she is longing to take that control is none other than Agent Brady Torres.
The UAS believes Traditionalists are behind the burglaries, but Brady is not sold on the idea and proposes they use a wedding dress from the 1800s as bait to capture the thieves. The dress, from Melanie’s own family, is the one thing that keeps Brady believing he might have a chance with Melanie. He figures she wouldn’t keep the dress around if she didn’t secretly harbor a desire to find true love and marry for a lifetime.
If Brady loses the dress to the thieves will he also lose his chance with Melanie?
Book Three in the Wedding Dress series.
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Brady headed back toward the office and Melanie. It was time to finish what he’d started earlier. Walking into the office, Brady stopped for a moment and stared at Melanie. She had gotten comfortable, kicking off her shoes and at some point while waiting for him, she had lowered the lights and decided to lay her head down for a moment. Her hair was spread out like a halo where she had fallen asleep at her desk with her head cushioned on her arms.
Walking over to her, Brady smoothed her hair away from her face and watched as she blinked her eyes, slowly waking up. Upon seeing him standing there, Melanie smiled up at him, causing his heart to clench in his chest. He’d never thought he was ready to settle down, but watching Melanie greet him with a smile every morning upon waking was something he hadn’t known he craved until just now.
“Hey baby, you should have gone home.”
Melanie sat up slowly and stretched, pulling the fabric of her blouse tightly against her breasts. At some point she must have decided to take off her bra because her breasts were clearly visible under the sheer material. Brady’s cock perked up in interest at the sight.
“No, I wanted to wait for you. I wanted to find out what my punishment was going to be.”
Listening to Melanie refer to her punishment in such a matter of fact way made Brady’s cock more than perk up—it came to attention.
“Are you looking forward to your punishment?”
Melanie paused for a moment before answering. “I don’t know. If I say ‘yes’ am I depraved?”
Brady pulled her up from her chair and into his arms. “No baby, you’re not depraved. You control almost every aspect of your life. In this one area you are ready for someone else to be in control. That’s not depravity, it is intelligence. Don’t let the dictates of society tell you how you are supposed to act.”
Melanie laughed softly. “You’re so good for my ego. I do enjoy what we’ve done together and I want more.”
Brady lifted Melanie and sat her on the desk, pushing her skirt up until it was around her hips and then pulling her legs apart and stepping between them.
“So you want more, huh? Is that why you took off your bra?”
“I hate wearing that thing. You’d think after a couple hundred years they could come up with a better garment to hold up a woman’s breasts, but no.”
“I like seeing you without the bra, your breasts straining the buttons of this poor blouse.”
Brady pushed against a button, forcing it to slip free. The slopes of her breasts were on display for his gaze. Melanie squirmed as he watched her. Brady decided this would be the perfect opportunity to fulfill one of his fantasies.
“I want to see you touch yourself.” Stepping back, Brady sat in the chair she just vacated, relaxing as it conformed to his body. “Unbutton your blouse.”
Melanie quickly freed the rest of her buttons, allowing the blouse to fall open, exposing her breasts to his gaze.
“What should I do?”
“How do you like to touch yourself? Show me.”
Melanie licked her lips, eliciting an accompanying groan from Brady. He didn’t know why he was torturing himself, but watching her pleasure herself was too good to pass up. Cupping her breasts, Melanie gently kneaded the flesh before grazing each nipple with a thumb, teasing the hardened nubs. She moaned at the contact and then grasped each nipple between a thumb and finger, rolling back and forth before gently scraping the tips with her nails.
“More, show me more.”
It was as if Melanie could read his mind, although it probably wasn’t too difficult to figure out where his mind was. She scooted to the edge of the desk and slipped her hand inside the tiny G-string, rubbing herself back and forth, her head falling back as her strokes became firmer. Unfortunately the material and her hand obstructed Brady’s view. He could hold out no longer and pushed himself forward, between her legs.
“Lay back.” He ordered harshly. “I’ve got to taste you.”
Melanie complied immediately, lying back on her elbows so she could still see down the length of her body. He loved that she wanted to watch him licking her pussy. Taking her G-string, he ripped it from her body, too rushed to be gentle.
The aroma of her arousal hit him and he salivated at the thought of tasting her spicy cream. Trailing a finger up her thigh, Brady watched as she shivered in reaction to his touch. Moving his finger higher, he traced the crease of her pussy, gathering the juices collected there. Bringing his finger to his lips, he licked it clean, but the brief taste of her only left him hungry for more.
Something Borrowed, Something Blue
The Wedding Dress
Book 2
Lena Matthews
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The Wedding Dress, Book 2
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