Club Eclipse
Summary: Anonymous Sex, BDSM, MxF - Shy, bookworm enters the world of BDSM at Club Eclipse.
Roxanne Drake was trembling. She held the referral card she recieved from her therapist in her hand. At 30 years old, Roxanne was disappointed in her life, she was the lead research librarian for Boston Public Library, which was a great job, but often meant long days, and sometimes nights, alone in the library. She was single, and had been for years. Her circle was friends was extremely small, and consisted primarily of other women like herself, though much older. She lived in Boston, while the rest of her family was in a small town just outside of Hartford…she was alone.
She wasn’t an ugly girl, she had dark brown hair that sat mid-back, it was wavy, and healthy. She had big, baby blue eyes, and pale, creamy skin. She was curvy, with an hour glass like silhouette, but she was shy. She didn’t have much social interaction with others, especially men. Recently her therapist suggested some…exposure therapy, and gave her a referral card to an exclusive, invite-only BDSM club. Roxanne had never been to anything remotely close to this before, she’d never even been to a regular club. She just never had luck with men, never felt pretty enough, or slender enough, never really felt desirable.
She wasn’t entirely inexperienced, she had been with a few men, all of which were just to scratch an inch, and so that she could say, she wasn’t a 30 year old virgin. She had lost her virginity at 23, and had been with a handful of men since, but none for the last two years. She craved the love and affection, she burned for passion and desire, she just hadn’t found anyone worth the headache.
Men didn’t notice the mousy woman, even her crush, James, from the circulation desk, had little idea she existed. They’d worked near each other for years, and yet never even had a proper conversation, but he always smiled at her when she came in, with a polite wave.
Roxanne put the card down on the desk, and got ready before she changed her mind. She took a shower, hot and steamy as though the sheer temperature of the water could wash away her nerves. She shaved everything, leaving herself bare, and smooth. She got out of the shower, and used her favorite rose scented body oil everywhere. She dried her dark hair, curling it more than natural from midway down to the ends, then using her fingers to brush the curls out, it gave her the desired bounce and volume to her hair. As she prepared her face for make up. She exhaled.
“Tonight, I can be….anyone I want to be……let’s be a little…extra.” She thought to herself.
With her outfit choice in mind, Roxanne did her make up, making sure to focus on feeling sexy, rather than her normal routine. Dark eyeshadow was applied, giving her eyes a more sultry look. She put on a dark, deep, red lipstain, something she knew would hopefully last all night, even if she found herself a…partner. With a final spray of rose scented perfume, she left the bathroom, and slid into a strapless black lace bra, and matching thong set. She reached over and grabbed the garment bag which held her dress for tonight, a dress she had purchased special for tonight since nothing she owned felt…mature or sexy enough.
She removed the dress from the bag, and slid it up her curves. The dress was a body-con dress, black lace. The neckline sat high, resting across her collarbones, extending into lace sleeves. The dress stopped a little shorter than mid-thigh, the back was a low, scoop neck style, and she was sure, if she bent over ever so slightly, anyone behind her would be able to see her ass cheeks peak out from under it. She sat on her bed and slipped on black stilettos she also bought for tonight. She was comfortable walking in heels, so a little extra height wouldn’t be an issue. She stood up, went to her dresser, and into her jewelry box, she decided against any real jewelry, but slid on some dangling black chain earrings she had originally bought for a vampiress Halloween costume a few years ago, they were real, and just seemed to fit the look. Finally completely dressed, Roxanne returned to the mirror.
She let out an audible gasp as she looked at….whoever it was that stood there, because Roxanne was certain she’d never seen her before. She smiled, she liked this new found….persona. She exhaled, grabbed the small clutch that held her phone, wallet, keys, and now the referral card, and walked outside to hail a taxi. About half an hour later she pulled up at what appeared to be a dilapidated building, her therapist had warned her it would look like that. She swallowed hard as the taxi driver asked if she was sure she was at the right place. She affirmed, and handed him her fare, getting out before she lost her nerve. She approached the door, and pulled out the referral card, and her ID. She pressed the buzzer, and started to worry, she didn’t hear anything, not music, not voices, maybe she really was in the wrong place?
She didn’t wonder for too long as a tall, muscular man in a suit stepped out. “Welcome. Card please?” She handed both over with a shaking hand, the large man took them, and looked them over. He nodded, handed them back to her and opened the door. Still, no noise. Roxanne followed on shakey legs as the man walked her down a corridor to a small office. Inside the office…was a machine. “This will ask you questions. Fill it out, and be completely honest. When youre done, itll spit you out a little key, with a room number…that person is the best match for you according to the answers you put in. Of course, if you decide not to go to any rooms tonight, select that option on the machine, and you’ll get the ticket that you give to the barman. “ she nodded, and he smiled. “Have fun.” He said as he walked away.
Roxanne looked at the machine. She started going through the questions.
“Are you seeking sex with a male, female, or group?” Roxanne had gasped, she didn’t realize….there would be so many options….tonight, she’d start…slower, maybe though, maybe one day, she’d branch out. “Male.”
“Check off interests, or kinks, you would be willing to engage in with this partner?” Roxanne went over the list. “Traditional sex, oral sex, light bondage..” her heart raced “toys, pain play…” and on a whim she also clicked “anal sex.”
“You selected bondage, and pain play. Will you be dom, or sub?” “Sub”
“You have been matched! Club Eclipse Room 307 key dispensing. Drink ticket, dispensing.”
Roxanne heard two clicks and the sound of keys hitting the metal catch tray at her knee. She grabbed the key and the drink ticket, and started down the hallway. She pulled open a door and was stunned. Hundreds of people, many scantily clad, or…naked all together, mingled on a dark dance floor and near the bar. Some had chains around their necks, collars, some had tails coming from between their cheeks, the work of one of those buttplugs Roxanne had read so much about. She calmly walked to the bar, and slid her drink ticket across. The barman smiled, took her order and as he turned away to retrieve it, a young, thin, blond woman sat next to her.
“First time?” The woman yelled across the loud music, Roxanne smiled and nodded nervously. “You’re going to be fine! I’ve been coming here for years.” The barman slid her a shot and her glass of wine. She downed the shot, took her glass and left a 20.00 on the bar. Before walking to an elevator, nearby. She got in and rode to floor 3….and walked down the long corridor to room 307. She stood staring at it, willing herself to knock, or enter, or something. Releasing a shakey breath, Roxanne placed the key into the lock, and turned, the deadbolt sounding. She slowly stepped inside, unsure of what she was to find.
The room was dimly lit. There was a large bed, with four heavy wooden posts surrounding it, covered in red silken sheets, and a blanket. There was a large door off to the right, and a smaller door near it. Two large, flat picture windows on the far wall. Chains, shackles, some weird looking bench, and and a nightstand with a lamp. Next to the lamp was a folded postcard. Roxanne entered, she was alone. “Pft, go figure….i finally…step out of my comfort zone and still end up alone…” Roxanne thinks to herself. She walks over and picks up the card on the nightstand, and begins to read.
“Hello my new pet,
I have stepped out just for a few moments to get some refreshments, and will be returning shortly. I apologize for any confusion my immediate absence may have caused.
Be a good girl, and pick your favorite blindfold. Tie it tight, and kneel in the middle of the room, hands behind your back. I expect compliance.
I will return shortly.
Be good,
D”
Tingles broke out over Roxanne’s body. She approached the side of the bed where three blindfolds were laid out. A pink one, a baby blue one, and a black one. She selected the black one, and placed her bag in a small drawer to keep track of it, she went to the center of the room, kneeled, and tied the blindfold carefully over her eyes, gentle not to smudge her make up, and thankful she had used extra setting spray. She placed her hands behind her back, and waited….
After was felt like an hour, she heard the lock on the door turn. She shuddered nervously, but stayed on her knees. The door opened, and she heard footsteps enter the room. “Good, girl…” she heard a deep, low voice from a few feet away. “Pretty too.” He said. She couldnt see him, but his voice alone gave her goosebumps. She heard him begin to walk around her in a circle. “And what shall I call you, little Pet?” He asked. She swallowed hard. “Roxanne…” she answered, she had almost used a fake name, but it wasn’t in her to lie. “Roxanne..” he repeated, he spoke her name like it was a delicate flower, and hearing it from this faceless, anonymous voice made her core quiver.
“You will call me, Sir…and if you’re a very good girl, you’ll find out more about me once we are done here. First though, we need a safeword. Do you know what a safeword is, Roxanne?” He asked, she nodded. “Good, but next time I want to hear you. What will your safe word be?” He asked, Roxanne searched her mind. “Sunflower.” She said softly. “A favorite of yours?” She let a small smile grace her lips. “Not particularly, but it is not a word that sounds like any others…it won’t be missed easily.” She explained. “You are a very good girl.” She could almost hear the smile in his voice.
“Do you have any absolute no’s?” “No…bathroom stuff…other than that….I am…i have never done this before….I don’t know what I do, or do not like…” she admitted. “Ah, well, good. No bathroom stuff is a good start. We will go slow, okay, Roxanne?” “Yes…sir.” He still hadn’t touched her, she sat on her knees, blind to the deep, commanding voice of her partner. Her heart raced with nerves, and excitement. She heard him retreat, somewhere in front of her. She heard a drawer open, and close. “Tell me, Roxanne….have you ever been in a situation like this?” He asked, as she heard his feet approach her. She exhaled a soft, “No, this is my first time here, and my first time…exploring this side of my sexuality.” She couldn’t see it but her partner was elated. “Well then, I will have to make sure this is really special, huh?” Let’s get you to your feet…I’m going to help you.” He warned as she felt two, strong, large, calloused hands gently take her arms, and pull her to her feet.
Her knees ached, and she swayed on her heeled feet. She felt his hand on her lower back, steadying her. “You look beautiful tonight.” He said as she felt his hand slide over her hip, the dress blocking the roughness of his hands. “Thank you, Sir.” “Take off the heels, small one. Im going to remove your dress as well.” Roxanne carefully toed her heel, sliding one off, then the other, shrinking back to her 5’1 instead of the 5’5 in the heels. She felt him unzip the back of her dress, and slowly peel it down her body. She trembled as it landed at her feet. “Up.” He said tapping one ankle then the other. He had picked her dress up from around her feet, and she stood, quietly, in the lace set she had purchased just for this. She heard him grunt his approval.
“Tell me Roxanne… Do you use toys when you masturbate, Roxanne?” Her heart started racing again. She swallowe hard. “I do sometimes.” “And what do you use.” “A dildo, Sir.” “Just a dildo?” “Yes, Sir.” “Describe it.” Roxanne let out an embarrassed breath. “Its about 6 inches long, its pink, silicone….” “And what is it that you think of while you fuck, that I am sure is a gorgeous, little hole, with that dildo of yours?”
Roxannes face was bright red, she’d never shared the fact that she even owns the dildo with anyone, let alone a stranger who was now asking her to spill her fantasies to him, a face she’s still yet to see. She steeled herself and let out a shakey breath. “U…usually, I think about having a man…basically take control…I…like the idea of surrendering, of submitting….” She finally admitted. She couldn’t see his face to see the bright, brilliant smile that adorned it. “Is that what this is, Roxanne? You making your fantasy come to life?” She nodded. “In a way, you are actually the one making it come alive, Sir.” He smiled again and watched as she tensed, his large, strong hand sliding over her shoulder. “Good, girl.” He breathed the whisper into the space between her shoulder and neck. “Is there someone in particular you picture doing this when it’s just you, alone in your bedroom?” She blushed. “A coworker…hes a bit younger than me, but..but him, yes.” Her mystery man smiled. “And does this co-worker….does he know you pleasure yourself thinkinf about him ravishing you?”
“N…no, we have never spoken, he very well may have a girlfriend or a wife…I..I’ve never……”. “When was the last time you were with a man, Roxanne?” Again, she swallowed hard, embarrassment wracking through her. “A..about two years ago.” Her admission had stunned him into silence. Here she was, a beautiful, curvy submissive, and she hadn’t been touched in two years? It was his turn to swallow hard. “Well, we will make sure you’re good and ready before I take you then.” His hand gently reached over and took hers, so small and soft compared to his, her nails were short, but manicured, giving them a dainty feel, as he lead her to the bed. He helped her on and to get into the middle of it. “Roxanne, you had indicated on your check list….bondage. I am going to tie you up now, okay? Do you remember your safe word?” She nodded. “Yes, it’s sunflower.” He smiled and carressed her arm, as she lay in her lingerie in front of him.
She felt the bed dip, and suddenly the rough fabric of jeans across her thighs, a hard bulge against her belly. He was straddling her. She gasped as his hands slid from her waist up her body until he gently raised both of her arms above her head, she felt the rough rope on and between his wrists, tight, but not painfully so. She could smell his cologne, woodsy, and almost spicy. She heard the rustling of the binds as he tied them to something, leaving her arms immobile. She exhaled softly as his hands, complete with their task, slid back down her arms and behind her back. “I’m going to remove the rest of your clothing, Roxanne…I need to see you…” he breathed against her neck as she felt him expertly unclasp the strapless bra, pulling it from her body. Her large, round breasts fell free, her small, rosey nipples stood at attention. She swallowed hard, and blushed brightly. She heard him release a breath of air. “My God, Roxanne…..” was all he said before she felt him unstraddle her, and move his hands to her panties.
Her mind was racing with anxiety, shame, lust and need…but still, she raised her hips, so he could pull them down. As he did, cool air brushed her perfectly clean shaven, and glistening pink folds. She could hear his breathing quicken. “Am…do i…” she started. She couldn’t see him, but if she could she wouldn’t even have to ask. “You’re fucking perfect, Roxanne…” he answered her unasked question, and she felt herself relax a bit. She heard rustling, but could not tell what it was. “Roxanne…do you not believe yourself to be attractive?” He asked. She blushed. “I have seen prettier…” “Is a rose not beautiful because a sunset exists?” He asks in return. She finally lets a small smile grace her lips.
Her heart raced, as she felt warm skin against one of her thighs. She gasped as he gingerly forced her legs open, his hands wrapping under her thighs, his right hand coming to rest on her mons, just below her belly. His other hand, held her left thigh open, spreading her legs wider before vanishing. She trembled with anticipation.
She suddenly felt a rough, gritty feeling against her inner thigh….stubble, she realized. “Mmmm, God, you’re beautiful.” She heard him mumble. She gasped, her hips bucking as she felt his rough fingers spread her folds, baring her sex to him completely. He smiled and leaned forward, letting his hot breath wash over her. “And so reactive.” She let out a soft whimper, moisture pooling at her core. Her whimper became a soft cry of need as his fingertip traced small, slow circles around her throbbing clit. She felt a warm, wet appendage lick her slit, moaning against her sensitive skin, as he started lapping at her juices, teasing her hole, and gently rubbing her clit. Her legs trembled, without the use of her hands, the pent up need to move tormented her almost as much as his ministrations. She moaned out as he teased her pussy, taking his time. Slow, tantilizing licks from slit to clit, while his finger kept a steady pressure of small circles over the sensitive nub. His left hand came to meet his tongue, fingertip gently probing her dripping entryway. Slowly he slid his middle finger into Roxanne. “Fuck….you’re so tight.” He moaned against her lips, as his tongue replaced his finger on her clit, lapping, licking, sucking, as he began to pump his finger in and out of her pussy. She threw her head back and moaned out. He added a second finger, and she couldn’t help the writhing of her hips anymore, he held her down, and lightly toyed with her clit between his teeth, a curl of his fingers threw her not so delicately over the cliff she had climbed and she came around around his fingers and tongue.
She panted as she came down from her high, waves of pleasure still washing down over her body. He smiled at her, even though she couldn’t see it, he was becoming enthralled with this innocent little wallflower, who seemingly belonged in this world more than even she realized. “You are truly, a beautiful thing, Roxanne, now, I’d like to try something you marked as interesting, but I somehow doubt you’ve tried…..have you ever tried anal Roxanne? Even with your toy?” She let out a shakey little whimper. “N..no, I havent.” “Mmmmm good.” He responded.
He smiled. “Now, I need you to trust me, Roxanne…I’m going to turn you over so we can explore that for you…” he carefully helped her sit up, and over onto her tummy, then placed a few pillows under her belly so her ass was in the air for him, arms still bound. He smiled and reached out, rubbing his hands over the glorious, pale globes of her supple ass. She heard the drawer beside her ans then the pop of a bottle top. She felt cool liquid being poured onto her now exposed, puckered hole. He felt him part her cheeks wider, and his tongue exploring her hole. She moaned as he licked her clit to crack, teasinf her, getting her pussy dripping again, as he then squirted what Roxanne decided was lube on her asshole.
She moaned as she felt something else probing her pussy, pushing in slowly, it was firm, thick…..it was a dildo, she was sure of it. She pushed back involuntarily seeking more of the pleasure she was sure was gonna drive her crazy. “Greedy little beauty.” He teased as she felt pressure against her asshole, she moaned as his finger, penetrated her, the burning sensation soon giving way to pleasure as he slowly slid his digit in and out of her previously unexplored crevice. The dildo filling her pussy started to move in and out at the guidance of his free hand, she tossed her head back, feeling stuffed and gloriously so. Soon she heard a click and felt the dildo begin to twist and turn inside of her, she moaned louder, and he smiled picking up his speed in her asshole, adding a second lubed up finger. “Ohhhhhhh fuck.” She moaned as she felt her belly tighten with a building orgasm.
He relentlessly fingered her asshole, and fucked her pussy with the dildo, it didnt take long to notice her arousal grow. He smiled to himself watching her juices drip from her gorgeous lower lips as he prepared both holes for what was to come. “Are you going to cum for me, Roxanne?” “Y…Yes, Sir!” She moaned, “Are you enjoying this……do you want more in this tight little hole of yours.” He asked curling his fingers in her ass. She all but screamed out a yes, and he smiled. “Before you cum for me, you need to tell me, Roxanne………who do you belong to?” “You, Sir.” She whimpered. He shoved his fingers into her deeper. “What was that?” He asked. “You, Sir!! I belong to you! My body belongs to you!” She squeezed out. He smiled, and fingered her harder, “Good, girl, now cum for me.” She didnt have to be told twice, she came, harder than she ever had before around the dildo, and his fingers. She moaned and panted and writhed. He continued through it. And let her come down. He smiled watching his handywork. Before she could fully come to her senses, she moaned as she felt a larger item being placed into her asshole…the stretch, the burn, the pleasure almost sent her into another climax. And soon she felt something sitting against her hole while inside her, a buttplug, she’d reckon.
“I need you, now.” He moaned out as she felt him leave the bed, and heard a zipper, the rumpling of clothes, and then the wrapper of a condom open. Her mystery man had sheathed himself and resumed his position on the bed behind her. He rubbed her round ass again, staring at the bright blue gemstone on the plug. Suddenly he smacked her ass, hard, watching it jiggle, and turn red. Roxanne moaned loudly, arching her back more. He slapped the other cheek in response, and positioned himself behind her still bound and blindfolded. She felt his wide head press against her entrance and got nervous, he was big, bigger than any toy, any man she’s ever had. “Relax baby…” he cooed, and she did…slowly, almost tourturously so, he pushed in. She moaned out, hanging her head between her raised arms, the feeling of him claiming her pussy, and the plug in her ass was overwhelming. She felt stuffed, and she loved it.
He let out a low, almost primal groan as he penetrated her. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight….” Finally she felt his hips against her ass, jostling the plug a little eliciting another whimper. She felt his hands on her hips as he slowly drew back until just the tip was in, and then push back in, slowly. She shivered at the sensation, and slowly she felt him pick up speed. His thrusts became more frequent, more consistently deep, he was fucking her, well and truly claiming her for himself. Her head threw back, and with his left hand, he placed it around her throat, not cutting off air, but placing just enough pressure for her to feel….nervous. He held her there, his thrusting causing her ass to bounce, involuntarily moving the plug, as her breasts swayed, full and heavy below her. She moaned out again. “F…fuck! I…” she started before moaning again. “Say it, Roxanne.” He commanded, his voice taking on a harsher tone. “I…I’m going to cum, Sir.” She finally squeaked out. He released his hold on her throat, and slapped her ass hard, not slowing or stopping his assault on her dripping hole.
“Not until I say you can. Do you understand me?” He asked. When he didn’t get a response he slapped her cheek again, she moaned out “yes….i…please!!!” “Please what?!” “Please, Sir…I’m so close, I need to cum.” “Is that how you ask?” He grunted back, picking up speed. “Ahhhhhhhh, Sir please, please let me cum, I’m begging you!” With one final slap on her sore, red cheek he gripped her hip. “Cum for me then.” He demanded. Roxanne let out a low, long moan, one she’d never elicited on her own. She came hard around his strangers cock, the cock that continued to plow into her hard and fast. Just as she was starting to catch her breath, she heard the vibrator kick back on and soon it was against her clit. She screamed out as her legs trembled, he held the vibrator agajnst her, giving her no chance to wiggle away as he fucked her pussy hard, the wet, slapping sounds filling the room, her ass so gloriously full and sore, as the metalic intruder moved with each forcible thrust, and now the torture he was inflicting on her sensitive clit with the vibrator, he left her no choice, cumming hard again, juices flowed down her lips, and his legs.
He dropped the vibrator, and slapped her other cheek. “Roxanne…did you cum, without asking?” “Y..yes, sir…” she said breathlessly, still panting, her eyes watering with the overstimulation. “That’s a naughty girl.” He said bringing his hand down again, causing her to cry out. She threw her headback, and whimpered. As he pulled himself, still rock hard and throbbing from her pussy. She pushed back at the feeling of loss from between her legs. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you.” He mused as he removed the buttplug slowly, and moaned quietly at the small hole, lightly stretched before him. She felt cold lube hit her sensitive asshole and almost cried…the coolness so briefly soothing, but nerves at what she suspected was coming raged like a wildfire. He gently removed a pillow from under her belly, and prepared again. “Just breathe, Roxanne.” He said softly, and she did, inhaling snd exhaling as she pushed his hard, throbbing cock slowly into her ass.
Roxanne hissed out, her hands clutching at themselves, still bound to the headboard. He reached over rubbing her back softly. “Relax baby, it’s okay.” She nodded and exhaled again, relaxing her body for him. Slowly, and carefully, he pushed on, filling her completely. Roxanne moaned at the new sensation, and leaned her head down, as he started to move, adding more lube for her comfort. Her small, tight hole stretched around his big cock, as she slowly fucked her asshole. Once she was relaxed, and enjoying it, as evidenced by the jucies dripping from her pussy, and all over his balls, he fucked her faster, harder. She moaned and pushed back into him, wanting more. He smiled and rubbed her sore ass cheek before slapping it again. “Good girl, baby.” He reached over, grabbing her hair, fucking her in her ass as hard as he had fucked her pussy.
His resolve was starting to crack. Watching this beautiful hidden gem take everything he gave her, and still want more…he fucked her harder, faster, more frenzied. He was shocked when she moaned out again “I..I need to cum, sir, please.” “Y..yes, cum!” He commanded, and she did, nothing on or in her pussy, she came just from anal…this girl was going to be his whether she knew it or not. He came too, holding her hips hard, as he held himself buried deeply in her asshole. Breathing hard, he pulled out of her, and fell to the bed, he caught his breath, and pulled the condom off, disposing of it. He rubbed her red ass, and gently kissed each cheek, and then her back, and shoulders. When he got to her ear he whispered quiet praises before standing up.
“Roxanne, would you like me to remove the blindfold.” “Yes! I..I mean, yes, Sir….” She was dying to see the man who had her wet, and wanton, the man who brought her to multiple peaks, the man who’d claimed her body. He chuckled, a low, deep sound that shot heat straight to her core. “Good, I would love to see those eyes….but you’re going to have to make me a promise, Roxanne…”She swallowed hard, confused. She sighed, feeling his naked body against hers as he reached over untying her hands.
He helped her sit up, rubbing her wrists, covering them in small butterfly kisses. “Are you sure you want to remove the blindfold, Roxanne?” He asked her, and she nodded. “Fine, but you have to make me a promise since I am breaking one of my rules for you by not making you keep this on….promise me, you’ll not panic…”
Suddenly her mind was reeling, was he disfigured? Did it matter? This man had done things to her that she’d never admit she wanted. Said things to her she never knew she needed. Made her felt things she’d only dreamed of feeling. She blindly reached out, finding his hand, and holding it. “I promise, I won’t….” She said. She felt him reach up and undo the blindfold, releasing her hand in the process. She kept her eyes closed until it was off, fully, and once she felt him sink back, her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of the room. When her eyes were adjusted she turned to him, and gasped.
He was gorgeous. Tall, at least 6’3, with strong legs, and a still erect, beautiful 8 inch cock, with heavy balls, and a manicured patch of dark hair, a chiseled torso, with what looked like the start of defined abs, and a strong chest and shoulders. His arms were thick and rippling with muscles. His defined jaw was lined in dark stubble, his plump lips begging to be kissed, a strong nose, striking brown eyes, and a head of dark, loose curls….he smiled at her, and her racing, panic striken heart stilled. “Hi, Roxanne…”
“Hi, James….”
