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Love And Kinks The story of Jane and Alan from Power Exchange.
Jane would either be the end of him, or the answer to his dreams. And right now, everything leaned towards the latter. Assuming it wasn't all far, far, too wonderful to be true, Alan Brandis believed he'd met his soulmate. But... Wasn't there always that sneaking doubt? The insidious insecurity, the halting unease. Despite all his hopes and dreams, it had never worked out before. Maybe, with Jane.... He shook his head, talk about hope springing eternal in the breast! He was pinning his hopes, not on Jane's, admittedly luscious, breasts, but on her mind and heart. So far it was close to perfect, was it too perfect to be true? His pickup line had been completely from the heart. He had admired her and read her column religiously. Sometimes she covered current affairs, others arcane subjects, always putting her slant and opinions to the fore. Not, he sensed, to impose her ideas, but more to incite discussion. He'd overheard more than one heated debate at work, or in his club, over 'Jane Winston's new column'. She might have got her first job though connections-having an uncle who owned the company, and a father a member of Parliament, couldn't hurt. But her position now, was due to her brains, her skill, and "I dare you" attitude in print. Strange that the Jane in the flesh was so different: quiet, almost to the point of shy-at least until he kissed her. That was like holding a box of fireworks in his arms. That demure, convent girl exterior concealed a wild, sensual woman. And she was brilliant. Each time he'd pushed her a little farther sexually. More than once, he'd been half-scared he'd gone a hairsbreadth too far, but every time she'd surprised him. She was wild, sexy and adventurous. He had this weekend all planned out. He knew damn well what he wanted to do to her. He wanted her panting, begging and sweating for the multiple climaxes he planned on giving her. Wanted her naked for him, on her knees, her dark eyes looking up at him as her luscious lips engulfed his cock. He hoped to hell he wasn't pushing too hard or to fast, but when he'd looked her in the eyes, and told her he intended to tie her hand and foot so she was utterly helpless, she hadn't reacted in horror, or slapped his face or stalked off in high dungeon. She'd blushed a wondrous shade of pink-like the petals of the Japanese anemones-her breath catching as she bit her bottom lip and her her eyes gleamed with interest and excitement. Yes! Jane was the woman of his dreams. He wanted her, naked, helpless, panting for his cock, and he wanted her that way for ever. A weekend was not going to be enough. It was up to him to convince her he could give her what no other man could, and that he was her best bet for the rest of her life. A pretty tall order but Jane was worth every effort.
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