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He kissed her like a starving man, again and again. Threading his fingers through her hair, he plundered her lips like he’d never kissed a woman’s before. At first her palms were flat against his chest, but within seconds she wrapped them around his neck and was matching him stroke for stroke. Daniel leaned her over the table and took his fill. He’d fantasized about kissing Angela again, and he couldn’t fight his desire any longer. The pull was too great.
So he gave in.
* * *
Angela yielded to the kiss. She now knew what she’d known in that limo: Daniel was as into her as she was him. He was just better at hiding it, until now. She knew being with Daniel spelled danger, but her body was responding to his as if they fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces. His lips grazed over hers, using the right amount of pressure to coax a low moan from her.
The opening gave Daniel the entry he sought and his tongue darted inside, flicking against hers. Angela eagerly gave him the friction they both needed, mating her tongue with his and basking in the wild sensations he evoked. She surrendered herself to it because Daniel was bringing alive a vibrancy in her, an intensity of feeling she’d never had.
Daniel was staking a claim and burning a need in her at the same time. When he tore his mouth from hers, it was a dizzying shock to her senses and she pressed her head against his shoulder, clutching him. But instead of stopping, he placed openmouthed kisses on her neck while his hands traveled down her hips and thighs.
Angela wanted more. So she didn’t stop him when he lifted the hem of her dress. His hands were hot and warm as they traveled over her, kneading her fevered flesh along the way. As much as she reveled in the feel of his hands, she burned for him to touch her in that one special place.
The closer his hands inched toward her core, the more her insides began to quake, and when he finally pushed the silky fabric of her panties aside and eased one finger inside her, Angela moaned aloud.
“Daniel…” He slid in another finger and her breath caught in her throat. His fingers began slow and gentle thrusts in and out. Angela arched her hips, her head flying backward.
“Don’t stop,” she said when he removed his fingers, scooped her up and placed her on the conference room table. The next thing she knew, he was sliding her dress all the way up to her waist. When he pressed her legs apart and to her shock knelt on the floor and lowered his head to her, Angela couldn’t believe what was happening. She didn’t have time to, because Daniel caught her with his mouth.
She screamed as he sucked her, his tongue dancing up and down the bundle of nerves at her core. It had been too long since she’d been with a man, too long since she’d felt this good. So it didn’t take long for her orgasm to start building. Shamelessly, she pumped against his mouth, and he grasped her bottom in his hands and tongued her feverishly.
Pressure built inside her until it erupted. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her in full force and she bucked and moaned on the table. Daniel held her legs, lapping up her juices as Angela tried to breathe normally.
But it was impossible; her heart was thumping so loud in her chest, she was sure he could hear it. Daniel rose to his feet and bent over her, kissing her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips.
“I…” She didn’t know where to begin and apparently, neither did he, because he placed his finger on her lips and shook his head. How could he not want to talk about what had just happened? She’d just let her boss go down on her in the conference room.
Flushed with embarrassment, Angela slid off the table, lowered her dress and smoothed her hair, trying to pull herself together. She watched Daniel rub his temples and start pacing the floor. He was just as disoriented and shocked by what he’d allowed to happen as she was.
When he finally stopped, he turned to her. “I—I should walk you out.”
“What?”
“I should walk you to your car. It’s late.”
“So that’s it? You don’t have anything else to say?”
Daniel sucked in a deep breath. “I—I think it’s best we talk tomorrow when clearer heads prevail.”
Angela stared in him in stunned disbelief. Was he really going to act like they just hadn’t shared an incredibly intimate moment and could talk tomorrow?
