One thing you have to hand to her, is her taste in clothing, he decided, feeling the beginnings of an erection pressing against the inside of his denim pants. She raised her leg as he crouched to slide the French netting off of her toes, and looked up hopefully. XXX “Lie still.” He commanded, his tone revealing nothing of the satisfied smile on his face. Easing his right arm under her back, and his left under her legs he scooped up her unresisting body and carried her to the door. She turned away, seeming to have satisfied her interest in the room and its contents.
