Take Me Again by MacKenzie McKade

Rowdy to open her door. Nerves had her grabbing her purse and pushing the door open. She slipped out of the truck waiting beside it.
    As he came around the vehicle, he winked and gathered her hand in his. Keys jingled as he selected the house key and unlocked the door. The garage opened up into a large utility room with a washer and dryer.
    "It's not much, but I call it home.” He ushered her through the dark room.
    Reaching around her, he flipped the light switch. A flash of brilliance sparked and lights flooded the next room, stealing her sight for a second. As her vision returned, the first word that came to mind was “beautiful.” The kitchen had an open brick oven, stainless steel conveniences, an island a cook would die for and the quaintest breakfast nook overlooking the backyard. She didn't have time to take in anything more as he grabbed her hand and escorted her into the family room.
    Again she was taken aback. Rowdy's cowboy persona had her expecting a country living ambience, not the elegance that surrounded her. Mahogany trimmed the room with matching wood and leather furniture. An entertainment center adorned one entire wall. Surround sound, a sixty-four-inch, high-definition television and a selection of movies it would take Tracy several years to watch. As she took in the room, Rowdy released her hand and went directly to the bar, which was as much a masterpiece as some of the art hanging on the walls. Intricate carved wood with brass trim, marble countertop, and smoky glass gave it a look of grandeur.
    "How did you accomplish all this in one day? I'm still not through unpacking."
    "Movers and a decorator. Wine?” He reached for three glasses and a corkscrew.
    "Uh. Sure.” Rowdy's place was exquisite, but Tracy liked the country look and feel of her own house. After work she liked to kick her boots off and climb in the middle of the floor to play with Sheldon.
    "Make yourself at home.” Rowdy nodded toward an archway. “The bedroom is over there if you want to slip into something more comfortable.” She didn't miss his devilish grin as he started to open the bottle.
    Hugging her purse to her chest, she made her way to the bedroom. The richness in this room was no different from the rest of his home. The centerpiece was a huge mahogany bed with bedposts that had to be eight feet tall. Even the fireplace was large and trimmed in reddish-brown wood. But the thing that caught her attention was the large tub visible from the bedroom. The thing was big enough to have a party in. Green vines with exotic colorful flowers circled the pillars that surrounded it making it look like an oasis.
    Tracy placed her purse on the bed and then began to undress. Once again her anxiety rose, but she took a deep breath and pushed it aside. Instead she focused on loosening the laces on the corset. She slipped the black satin and red lace over her head and her nipples hardened, growing harder as the material scraped across them. She loved the way the garment cradled her breasts and hugged her ribcage. Goose bumps covered her arms as she stepped into the matching thong and pulled it up her hips.
    Taking a seat on the bed, she carefully rolled a stocking up her leg. The silk was cool, stroking her skin to embrace her upper thigh. She took her time with the second stocking, briefly closing her eyes to savor the feel. The final touch to her ensemble was the black three-inch stilettos she inched her feet into. The click of heels against the marble floor was the only sound as she went into the bathroom.
    A smile crept across her face. “Oh yeah.” She gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror. “Sinful and naughty.” Just the look she was going for. Voices from the other room made her twist around.
    Rowdy's friend had arrived.
    Dolan turned down the glass of wine Rowdy offered him for a shot of whiskey. The amber burned as it touched his throat. “Ahhh ... Just what I needed.” He slammed the shot glass on the bar and