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She yanked his shirt from his arms and pushed him toward the bed. He sat, watching as she tugged her skirt up to her thighs and pressed one knee into the bed, the other straddling him. Once she was astride him, he had no option but to look up. To her fancy updo, a few locks of hair that’d come undone curling around her face, to her blue eyes, bright and seeking. Her mouth was a bow, her tongue the arrow as it darted out to wet her lips.
“How are you doing down there?” she asked.
He was as hard as rebar and just as unyielding.
“Keep doing what you’re doing.” He tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “I’m here for it.”
He was entranced. Completely under her power. And he didn’t mind one damn bit.
Fingers on his belt, she slowly undid the leather, feeding it through his belt loops and throwing it on the floor. She stroked his erection over his zipper and unbelievably, he grew harder.
When she unzipped his pants, she gasped. If she’d wondered whether he was a boxers or briefs guy, that conundrum had been definitively answered.
“You don’t...wear anything under your pants?”
“Not a thing.” He grinned, loving the hunger in her eyes.
“Ever?”
“Never.”
“Wow. The office will never be the same.” When her smile hitched, it snagged him in the gut, pulling him forward like a fish on a line.
“Kiss me.” If he didn’t taste her soon, who knew what would happen.
She tenderly laid her lips on his, stroking into his mouth with her tongue. He closed his eyes and drank her in, lying back and pulling her with him. His hands found her bare back, where her dress dove into a deep V, and he caressed her agonizingly soft skin. Slowly, ever so slowly, he dragged the zipper down over her backside, pulling away from her mouth to say, “I’ve been waiting for this moment all night.”
She sat up, a feisty twinkle in her eye when she said, “I’ve been waiting longer.”
He sat up with her as she shrugged out of the dress. Beneath, she was naked, her breasts pert. Beautiful, with pale peach-colored nipples and tan lines that made his mouth water. He reached up and cradled those breasts, pleased when they barely filled his large hands. They were so delicate. So Addi. He swept his thumbs over her nipples. His eyes fastened to them as they pebbled in the cooler air of the room.
“Oh, that feels nice,” she praised.
“That ain’t nothin’.” He set his tongue to one, the taste better than the feel. She raked her hands into his hair and encouraged him to make his way to the other. He was a man who was willing to serve.
He swirled his tongue around and around, sucking her deep. As her breaths quickened, her hips moved of their own volition. She rode his lap but fell short of where he wanted her—where he needed her. Palms splayed over her back, he moved to lay her down but she stopped him with both hands on his chest and shoved him down on the bed.
“Stay,” she instructed.
He obeyed, watching, amused, as she climbed from the bed to shed the remainder of her sparkly ball gown and kick off her high-heeled shoes. Then she undressed him, which was something he didn’t recall experiencing with a woman ever—he could say that with certainty. She tossed his shoes aside, peeled off his socks, dragged his pants down his legs and tossed them on the floor. Then she gave him another show, turning her back to him and tucking her thumbs into her panties. Bending, she peeked over her shoulder at him as she rolled the last bit of clothing over her temptingly round ass, past her thighs and finally off her feet.
His chest heaved, his fists mangling the neatly made bedspread. She came to him and leaned over, her small breasts brushing his chest as she crawled up his form.
Her lips barely touching his, she murmured, “Good boy.”
Cupping her soft breasts, he accepted the kiss she offered, nearly exploding then and there when she kissed him long and deep. She took her time to explore his mouth while he gently pinched her nipples. When she gripped him and gave him a stroke he wondered if he’d die before he came.
“Bran.” Her whisper was almost frantic. “I want you.”
Best damn news he’d heard all day.
“I noticed.” Sliding his hand between her legs, he found her warm and wet. He stroked her center, while he kissed her, timing his tongue with his fingers. But she wasn’t able to hold her mouth over his whenever he touched that tiny, sensitive nerve bundle. She pulled away on a gasp.
“Condom,” came her broken sentence. “Where?”
“Bag in the bathroom.”
She moved to climb off him, but he stopped her with a “not yet.”
