“It’s not overboard if it’s for
you,” he murmured into her hair.
She raised her arms above her head and
clasped her fingers behind his neck, craning to give him a kiss. The movement
of his lips was so intoxicating that by the time he’d hitched the skirt up to
her panties, she remembered she was standing in front of a window.
She twisted from his grasp as her hands
flew to lower her skirt. “Somebody will see us,” she blurted.
“So?” His finger along her collarbone left
behind warm tingles. “That guy over in that office building probably has the
most boring job ever. We might make his day.” He deftly unbuttoned her cardigan
and tugged the sweater past her shoulders and to the floor. “Hell, we might
make his month.” His lips wandered to the center point of her bra, where he
kissed his way along the lacy edge.
Olivia raked her fingers into his hair as
he again pulled the skirt higher, this time beyond her hips, bunched around her
waist. “Let me just take it—” Before she could say “off”, he lifted her and
plopped her down on the edge of the writing desk next to the window.
Fortunately, the silk drapes seemed to block most of the view.
“Lift your hips,” he ordered as he grasped
the sides of her panties and yanked them down her legs, past the black leather
boots. He dropped to his knees and spread her legs with his hands.
Anticipation took hold as he began to kiss
her inner thigh in a straight line, starting at her knee and headed due north.
He hitched her calf over his shoulder, taking his sweet time, inching along and
driving her crazy in the process. She wiggled to the very edge of the desk. He
quietly laughed against her skin. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll get there,” he
murmured as he continued along his torturous path.
She gathered a breath and leaned back,
propping herself up with her arms. Seeing him get closer to where she wanted
him was getting to be too much, so her eyes fluttered shut as she decided to
relax and let him have his way.
Each kiss had been delicate, but they
became decidedly more eager when he reached her mound. Warm fingers separated
her fevered skin as his lips sank against her clit and he sucked. His tongue
circled the sensitive bundle and a heat as strong as the midday sun quickly
built between her legs. The tension mounted when he drove a finger inside,
thrusting artfully.
“Liv, you are so wet,” he said, withdrawing
his hand for only a moment before adding a second finger. Electrical pulses,
like flipping on a switch, shot straight to her clit when he curled his fingers
and zeroed in on her G-spot.
She dropped her head back and moaned.
“Right there, honey. Right there.” He hadn’t gone down on her with that much
enthusiasm in months. The pressure doubled with every stroke, every lick of her
clit pushing her to new heights until she mercifully tumbled over the edge. Her
body pulled on his hand with every wave of relief. Damn. Her eyes opened
as she gasped for breath. She felt his mouth gently pressing against her inner
thigh, working back to where he’d started. “That was unbelievable.”
He rose from his kneeling position and
planted his hands on either side of her hips. “Good.” He placed a soft kiss on
her lips, prodding lightly with his tongue. “I’m glad.”
Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist
before he could step away. “Your turn,” she purred, digging her hands into his
hair and spiking the intensity of the kiss.
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
Her gaze traveled across the room, settling
on the sofa upholstered with a sumptuous gold-and-cream tapestry. “Over here.”
She took his hand and led him to sit on the couch, where she towered over him.
“Want me to keep the boots on?”
“Absolutely, the CFM boots need to stay on.
I think it’s time to lose the skirt and bra though.” He sat back and folded his
hands behind his head, making his impressive erection quite evident in his
snug-fitting jeans.
you,” he murmured into her hair.
She raised her arms above her head and
clasped her fingers behind his neck, craning to give him a kiss. The movement
of his lips was so intoxicating that by the time he’d hitched the skirt up to
her panties, she remembered she was standing in front of a window.
She twisted from his grasp as her hands
flew to lower her skirt. “Somebody will see us,” she blurted.
“So?” His finger along her collarbone left
behind warm tingles. “That guy over in that office building probably has the
most boring job ever. We might make his day.” He deftly unbuttoned her cardigan
and tugged the sweater past her shoulders and to the floor. “Hell, we might
make his month.” His lips wandered to the center point of her bra, where he
kissed his way along the lacy edge.
Olivia raked her fingers into his hair as
he again pulled the skirt higher, this time beyond her hips, bunched around her
waist. “Let me just take it—” Before she could say “off”, he lifted her and
plopped her down on the edge of the writing desk next to the window.
Fortunately, the silk drapes seemed to block most of the view.
“Lift your hips,” he ordered as he grasped
the sides of her panties and yanked them down her legs, past the black leather
boots. He dropped to his knees and spread her legs with his hands.
Anticipation took hold as he began to kiss
her inner thigh in a straight line, starting at her knee and headed due north.
He hitched her calf over his shoulder, taking his sweet time, inching along and
driving her crazy in the process. She wiggled to the very edge of the desk. He
quietly laughed against her skin. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll get there,” he
murmured as he continued along his torturous path.
She gathered a breath and leaned back,
propping herself up with her arms. Seeing him get closer to where she wanted
him was getting to be too much, so her eyes fluttered shut as she decided to
relax and let him have his way.
Each kiss had been delicate, but they
became decidedly more eager when he reached her mound. Warm fingers separated
her fevered skin as his lips sank against her clit and he sucked. His tongue
circled the sensitive bundle and a heat as strong as the midday sun quickly
built between her legs. The tension mounted when he drove a finger inside,
thrusting artfully.
“Liv, you are so wet,” he said, withdrawing
his hand for only a moment before adding a second finger. Electrical pulses,
like flipping on a switch, shot straight to her clit when he curled his fingers
and zeroed in on her G-spot.
She dropped her head back and moaned.
“Right there, honey. Right there.” He hadn’t gone down on her with that much
enthusiasm in months. The pressure doubled with every stroke, every lick of her
clit pushing her to new heights until she mercifully tumbled over the edge. Her
body pulled on his hand with every wave of relief. Damn. Her eyes opened
as she gasped for breath. She felt his mouth gently pressing against her inner
thigh, working back to where he’d started. “That was unbelievable.”
He rose from his kneeling position and
planted his hands on either side of her hips. “Good.” He placed a soft kiss on
her lips, prodding lightly with his tongue. “I’m glad.”
Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist
before he could step away. “Your turn,” she purred, digging her hands into his
hair and spiking the intensity of the kiss.
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
Her gaze traveled across the room, settling
on the sofa upholstered with a sumptuous gold-and-cream tapestry. “Over here.”
She took his hand and led him to sit on the couch, where she towered over him.
“Want me to keep the boots on?”
“Absolutely, the CFM boots need to stay on.
I think it’s time to lose the skirt and bra though.” He sat back and folded his
hands behind his head, making his impressive erection quite evident in his
snug-fitting jeans.
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