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She stepped into the entrance hall at Musée Rodin and marveled at its understated elegance. A staff member came up and collected her cape before Lia moved forward to greet the Antonellis and their various children and grandchildren. Afterwards she stepped further into the museum where she was handed a glass of bubbling champagne.

The opportunity to view the work from a master sculptor sans the usual throng of onlookers was not something she could ignore. With glass in hand she wandered the ground floor rooms first. It was easy to appreciate the emotion Rodin had poured into his work; the beauty all those feelings produced was unsurpassed in her view.

Her stroll through the lower galleries was unhurried, as she enjoyed having it almost entirely to herself. Not many of the guests had taken advantage of the opportunity to view such incredible pieces as the Hands of God and The Kiss. The Walking Man brought her to a standstill. So many emotions had flowed through Rodin’s hands when he created this powerful striding forward and yet headless man. Awed by the emotive qualities she found so readily in this piece, she wondered if her sculpted work ever communicated her feelings to the viewer so clearly.

Lia offered a polite smile here and there to people she passed as she meandered through the galleries. With a fresh glass of champagne in hand she headed upstairs and found the area completely deserted. She enjoyed The Thinker before she continued onward and mused over Fugit Amor, whilst sipping her champagne.

A soft shuffling sound drew her attention back to the doorway where she found none other than the man who, since the day she’d met him, had been the lead in her most erotic fantasies. Attired in a traditional black tuxedo and bow tie, he looked utterly handsome, and if it were possible more potent than he had been in street clothes or even his racing kit.

Silky mink brown hair, thick with a slight curl danced around his head and drew attention to his eyes of a light hazel brown/green, surrounded by long and thick eyelashes. His silky smooth tanned skin had often left her wondering what it would be like to stroke. Was his chest as sleek as his face?

Lia brought her mind from the bedroom and back to the museum.

“Good Evening, Kirk.” A small, unsure smile flitted across her lips. She was not certain how to handle this man outside of the sittings they had had. She had been in control there, but here, alone with him, she felt out of her element.

“Lia.” Brusque and too the point, his hazel gaze held hers without blinking.

The perfect specimen of sexual magnetism moved to stand next to her; closer than was necessary being the only two people in the room. She looked up, and up. The top of her head reached just short of his shoulders, and asked the obvious.

“Where is your date?”

“I came on my own this evening.”

A faint Scottish accent whispered across his words. Tick another box on the arousal list growing beneath his name.

“Interesting sculpture.” Discomfort had her voicing such a benign statement for the famed artist.

“Hmmm. I enjoy your pieces more. They are very peaceful, soothing.”

“Oh, well thank you very much.” The compliment surprised and pleased her, she was not sure why but it did. Turning back she looked at the piece without really seeing it.

After a moment Lia felt Kirk leave her side and before she could say goodbye she felt his presence behind her and a large finger started to ease down her bare back, from her neck to the top of her dress, only to slowly stroke back up. Breath stopped in her chest when she felt him step even closer, his body resting flush against hers. Leaning over her shoulder he gently nudged his nose against her ear and then took a quick nibble from the lobe, bringing a gasp to her lips.

“Do you feel that?”

Stunned, she nodded her head. Who could miss it? His hard-on was massive and had inserted itself right between her ass checks as if staking a claim.

“I have been sporting this steely erection since our first sitting back in February. Do you know what a pain it is walking around with my cock standing at attention whenever it catches a whiff of you?”

“Oh please, each time we have met there have been women ringing your mobile and another waiting outside for you to take them to bed. There is no way you are in any discomfort.” Yes, she was in lust; stupid and willing to fall for a womanizer’s flattering words was a different matter.

“Nope. Well, they may have been willing but I was not. I do not dally with fresh meat during the season. And Lia, the last race has finished.”

“I see.” Not really because her mind was wallowing in the morass of pleasure his presence behind her heaped on her body with the press of his cock and his heated breath playing on her neck.

“Do you? I have waited for this event, planned your seduction, and designed the perfect way to get you into my bed and how I would fuck you for the first time. Yes, first time because I will need many, many hours between your legs to appease this beast of mine.” The final statement was accompanied by a subtle readjustment.

Leaning in again he started to kiss her neck where it met her shoulder. My goodness, did he have to hone right in on her sweet spot?

“Ummm.”

“See, your body has already acquiesced. Now for your mind.”

Moving his hands to her waist he inched them under her arms, around and up, gently cupping her breasts.

“These beauties have haunted my every fantasy. There are many things I desperately need to know about your body.” Big thumbs stroked up and over each already excited, yet covered, nipple. “But at the top of my list is to discover if your breasts are as excitable as I think they are.”

Back and forth they strummed over the points, bringing them further and further forward, poking through the draped fabric.

“Yes,” Lia whispered on a groan.

“Can I make you moan if I do this?”

First fingers on each hand moved up, with the thumbs pinched the tips, and gave them each a brief tug.

“Uhhh.”

“Wonderful, I so enjoy a vocal woman in the bedroom.”

The manipulation of her breasts continued and Lia could feel the honey in her pussy thicken and threaten to slip from its heated depth. Acceptance of his domination over her body had been easy. Indeed, for him it must have seemed as if she would fall on her back and spread her legs wherever he would want. She reached back, put her hands on his hard butt, and pulled him closer. Although it was a minute amount it was enough to make her point.

“Are your nipples large? I can feel the tips are tight, but a big areola surrounding a beautifully pointed peak is such a turn on. When we were doing the sittings for the painting, I would sit there and just look at you, specifically your breasts. I would try and see if I could discern any of their finer details. There were times when your tips would poke straight out through your T-shirt and drive me nuts. My mouth would be watering by the end of our sessions, eager to latch on and suck, nibble and gnaw to my heart’s content. Eager?”

“Yes.”

“Better and better, a woman not afraid of her lustful nature.”

“Nope, not afraid and now horny as hell.”

“Raunchy raw sex is what I prefer, can you handle that?”

“Perfect, I like nothing more than an excellent fuck.”

Releasing her breasts with a few last twists, Kirk turned her to face him. His hands rested on her hips, as hers reached up to wrap around his neck. Through the maneuver Lia skillfully maintained a steady grip on her champagne glass. Leaning down, he kissed her soft full lips.

A cool wicked tongue eased back and forth along the seam between the plump folds until they fell open to his ravishment. The organ made a thorough search of her mouth, ending far too quickly with a tangling, thrusting kiss as one of his hands stroked a bare ass cheek.

“Hmmm.”

While her head was lost in their kiss, his hand slid around her thigh and up to cup one half of the split peach ass, his hand and wrist hidden by the draped fabric of her skirt. It was a wonderful feeling, having this strong man playing to her body’s desires.

Four bold fingertips eased down her crack, ending with a mere brush against her pussy before starting on their return journey up. His thumb found the fine gold chain she wore low, around her hips.

It must have been curiosity that sent his hand out, searching for more hidden discoveries, which he did. What he found was a dozen fine gold strands hanging down from the waist chain. They each ended with various sized crystals and gently slapped against her inner thighs and some against her mound when she moved.

“Ummm, you are a real Pandora’s box. I am eager to open you up and start discovering what gets you ardently scaling the wall to climax and more importantly what will send you tumbling over the edge, again and again.”

“Let’s go now.”

“Oh no, my little ripe woman. We have a party to attend and celebrations to laud before we go fuck like rabid bunnies.”

With a last squeeze of her ass Kirk started to step back from her clasp. Not willing to let him walk away from this lurid encounter unscathed, Lia waited until he turned and motioned for her to precede him out the door and back down to the party. Only then did she lay a smart slap on his ass and with a last look over her shoulder, she gave as good as she could with her mind wallowing in the need to come.

“Then I suggest you conserve your energy and not drink too much. You might like it raunchy but I like it hard, loud and often.”

After her parting shot, an easy laugh burst forth at his look of surprise. A look of hard lust rushed across his beautiful features. Head held high Lia sauntered out of the room with confidence this was going to be a fantastic evening after all.

“Nothing better than a saucy woman.” With a lecherous grin he followed her swishing form, catching up with her just in time to take her arm and rest it upon his, formally escorting her to rejoin the festivities.

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