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skin. A glass of chardonnay sat on the bedside table, red lipstick stains betraying that she’d already sampled its crisp goodness. Jessie felt lightheaded, but the wine wasn’t to blame, she knew. It was him. Rob. Her lover, with his unbelievable touch. Her toes curled in excitement, imagining all that he would do to her soon. Her long, brown curls floated down her back and lay across her breasts, hints of her nipples peeping out behind her silky strands. She wore black, lacy panties beneath her garter belt, but hadn’t bothered with a bra. She heard the key in the lock seconds before the front door whooshed open. Her heart was slamming in her chest. Would he like this? Her taking control. She wanted him, needed him desperately. Jessie heard Rob’s steps suddenly stop, and she knew