Chapter 4

Lola moaned, her toes curling, the exquisite combination of his touch and his magic heightening her desire. She reached for the buttons of his waistcoat, popped them open one by one, and took hold of the lose fabric, pulling Fletcher down to her. She kissed him on the mouth. The gold pin pressed in the space between her breasts. Lola pushed him away enough to slip her hand between their bodies and undo the tie tack. Lola laid it on the bedside table by the lamp.

Fletcher nuzzled against her throat, his kisses soft and hot. He nipped at her earlobe and drew his tongue over the throbbing pulse point in her neck. Lola untied Fletcher’s tie and unbuttoned the buttons on the collar and the first three on his shirt. She pulled his tie from his neck, listening to the hiss of silk across the starched cotton/polyester blend.

“Tie me up.” Lola said between panting breaths.