again.
“I call it the extra edge. With
perhaps a little manipulation thrown in. But no lies.”
He watched her toss that in her
mind for a few seconds. Then she shook her head, even as her thighs spread that
little bit wider and her hips slowly undulated against his hand.
“This isn’t okay, Zach. It’s
nowhere near okay. This is my professional
life you’re messing with.”
“On the contrary, I’m seeking to
enrich it. Besides, we discussed this, back in Paris, remember?”
“What?” Gratifyingly lust-glazed
blue eyes met his.
“I said I’d find a way to make it
work in the real world. This is me making it work.” He flexed his fingers and
her pouty lips dropped open on a gasp.
“If we discussed it then, why
couldn’t you discuss it with me now?”
“Because it’s partly business.
Believe it or not, if Neon hadn’t been a good fit, this meeting wouldn’t have
happened. Now the only thing that needs clarification is whether you feel you
can work with it or if you want to refuse Neon the opportunity of a lifetime.”
“Are you really saying that if I
don’t come with the package this doesn’t happen?”
He shrugged. “A little hardball
to get what I want, Bethany. That’s all this is. Now if you don’t want those
panties shredded, be a good girl and hold them to one side for me so I can see
to your needs.”
Alluring blue eyes met his and he
watched her struggle to take a breath. “Zach…”
“Do it, Bethany. You’re not
leaving this room until I make you come. I can bend you over the sofa or we can
do it this way. This way I can control your screams, but it’s totally your
choice.”
Her lips parted wider and a hot
little breath burst through them. He licked her lower lip and felt another
shaky sigh spill from between kiss-swollen lips.
Her fingers grasped her hemline
and slowly lifted the skirt up to her hips. He caught sight of her panties and
his breath stopped.
Indigo lace.
“Jesus. You fucking know what
this color on you does to me, Peaches.”
“I didn’t even know I was coming
here until an hour ago…”
His hand left her breast to tug
her chin upward. “But you were wearing it anyway. When you saw me it made you
wet, didn’t it? Knowing you were wearing my color against your sweet cunt?” He
hardened his tone, not prepared to accept anything less than total honesty.
“Yes,” she sighed.
He dropped his head until his
forehead touched hers. Withdrawing his fingers, he plunged them deep, deeper
until his middle finger grazed her sweet spot.
Her hips jerked against his
ruthless invasion. Liquid heat oozed between his fingers, sliding down into his
palm. “Fuck, baby.” He could barely breathe. She was so hot, so fucking
incredible.
How could he ever let her go?
They both watched, fascinated and
breathless as he finger-fucked her. Dirty, decadent sounds of suction filled
the room as he plunged in and out of her, pushed her to the brink of her
endurance. She bit back a cry as her orgasm drew closer. More than anything he
wanted to hear her scream her climax but he was mindful that there was an
audience next door.
“You like this, baby?” he growled
down at her. “Watching what I do to you?”
She didn’t look up, her attention
totally engrossed in the precisely timed pull and thrust of his fingers.
“Bethany?”
She gave a jerky nod, her fingers
tightening convulsively over her skirt.
“I want to hear it,” he demanded harshly.
He’d missed her vocal celebration of what he did to her; was as starved for it
as he was starved for her body. “Tell me!”
“Yes, I like it,” she whimpered.
Her back arched and her thighs widened, giving him better access.
He greedily took it. Catching her
nape to steady her, he angled his fingers and executed a series of fast, hard
thrusts that slammed her over the edge. He swallowed her throaty groan as she
came. Hot liquid gushed into his palm and dripped between his fingers. Her body
jerked against his as
“I call it the extra edge. With
perhaps a little manipulation thrown in. But no lies.”
He watched her toss that in her
mind for a few seconds. Then she shook her head, even as her thighs spread that
little bit wider and her hips slowly undulated against his hand.
“This isn’t okay, Zach. It’s
nowhere near okay. This is my professional
life you’re messing with.”
“On the contrary, I’m seeking to
enrich it. Besides, we discussed this, back in Paris, remember?”
“What?” Gratifyingly lust-glazed
blue eyes met his.
“I said I’d find a way to make it
work in the real world. This is me making it work.” He flexed his fingers and
her pouty lips dropped open on a gasp.
“If we discussed it then, why
couldn’t you discuss it with me now?”
“Because it’s partly business.
Believe it or not, if Neon hadn’t been a good fit, this meeting wouldn’t have
happened. Now the only thing that needs clarification is whether you feel you
can work with it or if you want to refuse Neon the opportunity of a lifetime.”
“Are you really saying that if I
don’t come with the package this doesn’t happen?”
He shrugged. “A little hardball
to get what I want, Bethany. That’s all this is. Now if you don’t want those
panties shredded, be a good girl and hold them to one side for me so I can see
to your needs.”
Alluring blue eyes met his and he
watched her struggle to take a breath. “Zach…”
“Do it, Bethany. You’re not
leaving this room until I make you come. I can bend you over the sofa or we can
do it this way. This way I can control your screams, but it’s totally your
choice.”
Her lips parted wider and a hot
little breath burst through them. He licked her lower lip and felt another
shaky sigh spill from between kiss-swollen lips.
Her fingers grasped her hemline
and slowly lifted the skirt up to her hips. He caught sight of her panties and
his breath stopped.
Indigo lace.
“Jesus. You fucking know what
this color on you does to me, Peaches.”
“I didn’t even know I was coming
here until an hour ago…”
His hand left her breast to tug
her chin upward. “But you were wearing it anyway. When you saw me it made you
wet, didn’t it? Knowing you were wearing my color against your sweet cunt?” He
hardened his tone, not prepared to accept anything less than total honesty.
“Yes,” she sighed.
He dropped his head until his
forehead touched hers. Withdrawing his fingers, he plunged them deep, deeper
until his middle finger grazed her sweet spot.
Her hips jerked against his
ruthless invasion. Liquid heat oozed between his fingers, sliding down into his
palm. “Fuck, baby.” He could barely breathe. She was so hot, so fucking
incredible.
How could he ever let her go?
They both watched, fascinated and
breathless as he finger-fucked her. Dirty, decadent sounds of suction filled
the room as he plunged in and out of her, pushed her to the brink of her
endurance. She bit back a cry as her orgasm drew closer. More than anything he
wanted to hear her scream her climax but he was mindful that there was an
audience next door.
“You like this, baby?” he growled
down at her. “Watching what I do to you?”
She didn’t look up, her attention
totally engrossed in the precisely timed pull and thrust of his fingers.
“Bethany?”
She gave a jerky nod, her fingers
tightening convulsively over her skirt.
“I want to hear it,” he demanded harshly.
He’d missed her vocal celebration of what he did to her; was as starved for it
as he was starved for her body. “Tell me!”
“Yes, I like it,” she whimpered.
Her back arched and her thighs widened, giving him better access.
He greedily took it. Catching her
nape to steady her, he angled his fingers and executed a series of fast, hard
thrusts that slammed her over the edge. He swallowed her throaty groan as she
came. Hot liquid gushed into his palm and dripped between his fingers. Her body
jerked against his as
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