Executive Perks by Angela Claire

irises of her eyes were almost completely obscured by the black pupils and her breathing was shallow. She was as turned on as he was. He knew she was. Realizing he had managed to get the skirt of her dress as high as her thighs, he reached tentatively between them.
    “All right. We’ll go slow if you like.” Although, shit, she didn’t seem to need it. When his fingertips reached her panties—a thong by the feel of it, he was pleased to note—she was as wet as she’d been before.
    There was a serious disconnect between the lovely Miss Beckett’s words and her body. She was asking for it slow, but it sure felt as if she was primed and ready for a good hard fuck.
    He dropped to his knees, pushing hers apart as her hands came to anchor in his hair, as if she was trying to keep her balance. He moved the thong aside.
    “Nice,” he breathed against her. “I liked your ladylike white cotton panties, Virginia, but to tell you the truth, I always pictured you in a thong. Did you wear this for me?”
    “No, I have to wear it for the dress. Otherwise, I’d have panty lines up my bottom. Showing through the dress, I mean.”
    Holding the sweet pink lips of her cunt open to him with his thumbs, he just looked at her for a minute. Christ, she was perfect. Mere wisps of soft curls covered those plump wet lips and the distended button of her clit. “As slow as you want,” he assured her, blowing at first and then pressing his mouth to those sweet lips as her fingers clenched in his hair.
    She tasted wonderful, fresh and clean and just a little tangy. He moved one of his thumbs to dip into that seeping well, rotating in circular motions as he tongued her clit.
    “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded thick and a little confused above him, as if she really was asking, giving him pause. Jesus, if she was, she had really missed the class on oral sex, both ways, giving and getting.
    He kissed the inside of one soft thigh. “I’m going down on you.” The fingers in his hair pulled him back to it and he began to eat her out in earnest. Pushing her thighs wider open to him, he concentrated on her clit, licking and nuzzling the engorged bud until her moaning moved him to thrust his tongue, hard, as far as he could into her pussy.
    “My God. That is so…”
    He glanced up to see that her eyes were closed, her head thrown back.
    He wanted to feel his fingers up her again. Not to mention wanted to get her off pretty quickly in order to get to the main event.
    His haste was unusual. He liked to eat pussy and hers was extremely sweet. But, fuck. He’d waited long enough for her.
    His hands moved around to her ass to yank her farther toward him and to his surprise, the move unsettled her and she slipped off the stool, tumbling them both over.
    He laughed, ending up on the bottom, the hard parquet floor beneath him, with one gloriously half-dressed beautiful woman spread all over him. He grasped her ass, completely bared by the thong which was no more than a strip of lace between the cheeks, and rubbed her wet crotch against the ridge of his erection. “Let’s find the bedroom. It might be safer.”
    “Okay, but first some of the champagne.”
    It took him a minute to register that. What the hell? He still could barely breathe from wanting her so much and she wanted to stop for a drink? He searched her face, its usually porcelain hue a rosy red, her lips moist and parted, her gray-blue eyes still wide and dark. Surprisingly, he saw an anxiousness in them, as well as something he couldn’t quite identify. She didn’t look drunk exactly, she looked… He couldn’t put his finger on it. What did it matter, anyway?
    “All right, if you’d like.” He rolled up from the floor, pulling her upright with him, and picked up the champagne bottle from the bar. “But let’s drink it in the bedroom.”
    The mirrored wall-to-wall closet in the bedroom reflected the blonde, white-clad Virginia and the dark-haired Aaron in tuxedo-black as