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out?
I mean, really act them out? It’s one thing imagining, but doing …
    Kat nodded, finger-combing her hair. A thought struck her
then, and she looked back inside the box, relieved to find a matching thong.
    Oh Lord…this guy is something else.
    She stepped into them. Dan only had to push the strip
between her legs aside to— Stop it. You’ll get flustered before you even see
him. Taking a deep breath and telling herself she could do this, Kat headed
for the bare wood stairs to the left, wincing at the way they creaked, giving
her position away. She wanted to find a mirror in the bathroom to check whether
she looked ridiculous with her breasts on show before seeing him. Now he might
meet her on the landing.
    At the top of the stairs she peered through two open doors,
one a single bedroom, the other a bathroom. A third door stood closed and she
imagined Dan behind it, fully dressed in his work suit, frown in place as she
entered, her bouncing boobs reaching him before she did. Look, he bought the
damn basque, wants you to wear it. Stop worrying. Just go with it.
    Easier said than done when a muffled cough filtered from
somewhere in the cabin. Her knees weakened and she padded into the bathroom,
gripping the sink edge and staring down at the ceramic. Her nerves were so taut
she grew nauseous and turned on the cold tap, sluicing her wrists with water.
Feeling a little better, she dried her hands and turned in a circle. Relieved
to find a full-length mirror behind the door, she studied herself, surprised
she didn’t look too bad. Sexy, in fact. With a burst of confidence, she left
the bathroom and headed for the closed door.
    I can do this. I’m sexy. I’m dominant. Oh yeah! Dan wants
me. I want him. Do it!
    She lifted her hand and knocked. After getting no response,
she turned the handle and pushed the door open, shocked to find the room empty
except for a king-sized bed and a pine chest of drawers on either side. Thick,
dusky pink drapes shut out the sunlight and flames flickered atop candles in
wall sconces, the glow giving the room a warm appearance. Looking around, Kat
spied another envelope on the bed and reached for it eagerly, her fingers
brushing the soft pink comforter. She ripped it open, nerves tightly coiled,
and read the contents.
    Get on the bed.
    So much for her fantasy of taking charge. She dropped the
note to the floor and climbed on the bed, conscious of her ass jutting out in
full view, of her breasts swinging with each movement. Oh, if only he was
watching her now… The thought of him spying turned her on and erased any
lingering doubts. She could do this.
    She positioned herself, back against the headboard, knees
bent, legs splayed. Her nipples perked and she resisted fondling them, wanting
Dan’s hands there instead, Dan’s fingers on her clit and in her cunt. Desire
burned, spreading through her folds and forming a knot in her belly, the
familiar onset of orgasm sharper than when she indulged alone.
    A stair creaked and she stared at the doorway, anxious for
him to hurry, to cover her body with his. Another creak, then another, and her
heart sped up, pulse thudding in her neck, loud in her ears. Kat swallowed and
licked her lips, bunching the comforter in her fists. Her need for him deepened
and her clit ached for his touch, juices wetting her folds, the scent surrounding
her. Would he smell her? Know how much she craved him?
    A shadow flitted across the landing then disappeared, as
though Dan had gone into the bathroom. Kat swallowed again, excitement so high
she had to stop herself getting off the bed to find him. A rustle
sounded—clothes being removed?—and she groaned at the thought of his naked
body. She’d imagined it so many times, and wondered if the reality would match
the dream. Flat stomach dusted with dark hairs, broad muscled shoulders, thick
thighs tapering to strong calves, and a stout cock standing proud from a thatch
of black curls.
    “Fuck!” she whispered, one hand