The sound of the thin silk tie rubbing against the material of his collar rent through the air as Ara wrapped the length once around her hand slowly and then pulled fast. In one smooth motion, it was off his body, laid on the arm of the chair so she could put her hands back to use in unbuttoning his shirt, revealing Colin’s chest to her warm fingers and gaze.<br/><br/>“I’m sure you’ll handle your father just fine, like you always do…” She murmured softly, her hands tugging the shirt from the confines of his expertly tailored pants now, splitting it open so she could spread her palms over his abs. Her eyes had returned to his as he spoke about Gloria. And the arrangements to their home that would have to be made. She answered in kind, even as her hips rocked forward on his, her warm core grinding against the length she could feel hardening in his pants as his hands roamed over her naked thighs.<br/><br/>“I’ll start making the accommodations for the honeymoon,” she said softly. “I was thinking the resort in the Palms… All inclusive… All private…” Her voice trailed even as her nimble fingers began their work at his belt now. Undoing the leather buckle and strap. She had felt his gaze like a brand on her body and it made her nipples pucker beneath her dress. Something he was sure to spot. The only underwear Ara had donned that day was a soft white lace thong. Something she knew could be easily discarded. Something Colin had discarded a thousand times before. Or ripped. Or simply shoved to the side when their need for each other was too great.<br/><br/>With each flick of her wrist, that need was steadily rising…