Fireplace Romance

They dance closely, holding each other as near as possible. The ballroom is lighted romantically as hundreds of men and women dance the night away. They might as well be the only ones there, for all she can focus is him and all he can focus on is her. He's looking at her in the way a man looks at woman that he loves. His hands make their way a little too close to her breasts for The song ends, everyone politely claps. A new song begins but he takes her arm, guiding her swiftly off the dance floor and towards the back of the ballroom. He leads her through a door in the back, glancing around quickly to see who might have noticed them. It seems everyone is too engaged in the party. He quietly pulls her through the door and closes it softly behind her. They are in a dark study, the library of the estate. Her heart jumps at the thought of what might be in store for her. He leads her through the study, and through another door into another dark room; this one is much smaller. A flickering fire blazes, a small chair and a chaise lounge and a large fur rug are all that the room offers. There are no windows. Only the fire lights the room. He quietly locks the door behind them and guides her to the center of the room. He takes her hands in his and pulls them to his chest, drawing her close to him, bringing his lips to hers and lightly kissing her. They stand like this for a while, kissing tenderly, soaking in the moment alone. This was the first time they had ever been alone. It was dangerous, it was forbidden; but that made it all the more exciting .... she could stand here and kiss this man for hours, the thrill of it was electrifying. He began kissing her deeper, more passionately. His lips marauded hers, kissing her with abandon. He lets go of her hands and reaches for her body: