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Chapter 89

Author: DT Jones
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“She seems like a nice girl,” Sandra said after a few silent moments.

“She’s a little nit,” he growled. “She’s in need of a good spanking.”

“Not by you, I hope?” she asked and smiled when he turned a shocked, angry eye to her. He relaxed when he saw the amusement pass through her eyes and slid his arm around her waist. The lift was empty except for the two of them, allowing them to speak freely.

“The only woman I plan on spanking is you,” he told her, pulling her to face him, his hands caressing her buttocks as his lips found hers. The lift arrived at their destination all too soon for their taste, and the doors opened onto the evening’s cool breeze.

Sandra followed Creighton out onto the observation deck of the metal monster’s third floor, and gasped as they walked toward the railing. The sights were spectacular. She could see the entire city from here, the lights of the night twinkled below them, the shimmer of the moon as it reflected off the Seine was breathtaking.

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    She placed the necklace, bracelet and earrings on the dresser and removed her iPod from the drawer where she stored her panties, shuffling through the playlists. Taking the small device back into the living area with her, she smiled at the sight of her future husband pouring the hot coffee into two matching white teacups, his feet bare and the tie around his neck absent.“You look stunning,” he told her, carrying the cups to the table where they had just made love a few hours before. “What exactly do you have on under that thing?”“That is something you’ll have to find out for yourself,” she answered with a giggle, turning on the music.“Are you going to dance for me?” he asked with a wide grin.“No, I thought we could dance together.” Creighton looked crestfallen for a moment and she laughed, but he took her in his arms and slowly moved her around the living room floor. The soft sounds of the Broadway love songs filled the room and she soon found herself the recipient of an urgent,

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    Creighton allowed her to ride out her climax for several long seconds before he moved up above her, pressing her into the soft carpet. He wrapped her hands within his, pulling them above her head and pushed into her in one fluid movement. He kissed her neck again, moving out of her completely, nipping at her ear and thrust into her full and hard. Another kiss to her temple, and he pulled out, continuing to kiss her in a different location across her face and neck, thrusting in and out with each movement of his lips until Sandra felt completely lost, her legs bending at the knee, her hips lifting higher against him. “Please,” she whimpered, moaning hard and deep as she came again. He hardened inside her, barely two seconds before his savage growl echoed through the room. His penis twitched inside her tight vagina, pulsating and spewing his seed into her. They lay together several minutes, hot, sweaty and panting on the floor. Creighton leaned his head into her neck and nipped her del

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    “We returned to Kansas the following August and again last May. I was finally able to meet you on our last trip. You were talking to your assistant about moving back home with your grandparents in order to help save for your trip to France. I listened for a while before I had the opportunity to interrupt. I introduced myself but before we could even shake hands, your sister appeared from out of nowhere and literally pushed her way between us. I was getting very irritated with her constant interruptions and admittedly was quite rude to her, but by the time she took the hint and finally left, you were gone. Your assistant apologized for Cathy’s behavior. He said she had a habit of doing that, pushing you aside to take center stage.“When I returned to England, I arranged a contest where the winner won an all expense two-week trip to Cote d’Azur. It was a contest of one.”“I thought as much,” she said softly, a sly smile crossing her lips. “I suspected you had a hand in it when you told

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    Memories of the day before filtered through her mind and she sighed happily. She felt alive and excited, like bouncing on the bed excited. This man had seen into her heart, had awakened her and made her whole. She was engaged, in love and happier than she could ever remember being.“You look content,” Creighton said next to her ear, causing her to smile.“I am,” she told him honestly.“Good,” he said again, his voice thick with sleep. “I was afraid you’d regret your decision in the light of the day, considering everything I told you last night.” He stretched out his legs and rolled to his back, pulling her over with him. “Still want to visit the Louvre?”“Yes, very much.” She snuggled into his chest, her head resting across his heart, smiling at the rhythmic sound.“Want to get some breakfast first? The Louvre has a museum café that is quite nice, or we can go to a restaurant. We can see the museum and then have brunch. Whatever you would like.” Sandra turned her head to look into the

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    They stepped through the door and found themselves in a different world from the one they had just left. The shelves were crowded with older books on one side, newer ones on the other. There was a section in the corner for children to sit and read, with mismatched furniture and a bookcase of coloring books and toys as well as new and old reading books. Two long simple tables and a dozen chairs of faded wood were set up for reading and research. There were three older computers on a wooden counter in the center of the shop while four worn sofas sat in various locations throughout. Near the front of the store was another counter with a large coffee machine and a glass display of pastries at one end, a newer computerized register at the other. A rather attractive young man stood behind it making coffees for the customers at one end and checking out their purchases at the other.Sandra looked around, admiring the window displays of up-and-coming writers and the smell only books have. It w

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    “No, it’s about assuming you knew what I would want. You did this, claiming it was for us when it was for you. You can’t stand the idea that your little sister has something you never would. It was bad enough when I felt like I was competing with Creighton for your attention, but now I’m watching you compete with Sandra for the mother of the year award.”“Stop comparing me to Sandra!” Cathy screamed. “It’s not my fault she’s perfect. She’s always been everyone’s favorite. I can’t tell you how many boyfriends I’ve dumped after I found out they were using me to get close to her. I didn’t want Creighton, but after he chose her over me, it made me angry. I was competing with her again, and she was too stupid to realize it. He chose that simple, no makeup, no fuss girl over me. She shares his bed, when I’m a better lover then she would ever be. She has his money, his admiration, your parents’ admiration, even my grandparents enjoy spending time with her over me. She even has a perfect body

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