the table and heading to the door. “Your behavior was quite enough today and I won’t tolerate more of it. I want you to leave.”
Eric blocked her, leaned against the door and swung her around, pressing her against him. “I came here to apologize, but you know what? You don’t need an apology. What you need is a man. Do you feel that, Laura?”
Indeed she did feel his hardness pressed against her back. “Apologize?” she huffed. “I want more than an apology, you bastard,” she said, trapped was all she could think. His goddamn arms were like steel. “Do you think an apology is sufficient for the way you treated me today?”
“You’re the only one who gets under my skin. The only one, Laura,” he murmured in her ear. “I want you so much.”
“Well, I don’t want you,” she shot back, her tone bristling with anger.
“See, now you’re making me crazy.”
“Let me go,” she insisted, wriggling in his arms.
“Do you know that throughout our entire meeting, I thought of nothing else but tasting you, fucking you, being inside you?” he confessed, nibbling on her ear, inhaling her delicious scent.
“Don’t you have any shame?” she shot back, appalled.
With one quick jerk, he tightened his grip. “When it comes to you I have none.”
Without care, without hesitation, he parted the black robe and urgently cupped her breasts. The touch nearly made him lose control. She was like silk and satin under his hands, warm and soft.
“Eric, stop it,” she implored, as her breath caught, then expelled on a moan. “Stop this now,” she commanded weakly.
“Why Laura?” he whispered in her ear. “Why should I stop?”
She didn’t have a reason, couldn’t think of one. All she could do was feel her blood begin to stir as his thumbs grazed her nipples, as he nibbled on the vulnerable curve of her neck, as one hand travelled impatiently down her body to the soft mound of flesh between her legs, while the other manipulated a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She gasped.
She cursed, berated, as his hands continued to render her powerless, hating herself for every sigh, every gasp that she gave him.
Eric moved his fingers with such precision that her body had no choice but to respond and respond it did. He felt hot liquid pouring out of her. “You do want me, Laura. The body doesn’t lie.”
“Go to hell,” she hissed, twisting one way, then another so that her agitated movements only served to arouse them both.
“You’re coming with me,” he replied, and greedily palmed her sex. “I want to taste you,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me taste you.”
He spun her around and pinned her against the door. He could not bear it any longer. Months of pent up passion was unleashed. His kisses moved from her mouth down to her neck, her shoulders, to her breasts. Ravenous, he feasted on them, one, then the other, using teeth and tongue and lips so that he could make her feel the same ache she had stirred in him.
His mouth lingered down to her navel, to her abdomen, then paused. Looking up at her, the kaleidoscope of sensations across her face made his blood pound in his head. He slid his hand between her thighs and coaxed them apart. Pressing his face against her mound, he inhaled as if he could consume her whole. Her smell intoxicated him. And he was desperate for a taste. Deftly he lifted her right leg and placed it on his left shoulder and went in for the kill. He found her hot, wet and the flavor of her seeped into him until he was all but drunk with it.
Angry, aroused, Laura tried to push him away, to tell him to stop, to give her a moment to catch her breath and regain her sanity. But she was suffocating, infused with heat. Her breath caught in her lungs, emerging in quick gasps and moans. She murmured mindlessly, as her body shuddered with waves of need. And as logic and reason drained away, she could do nothing but experience and absorb. If words had been hers, she would’ve told
Eric blocked her, leaned against the door and swung her around, pressing her against him. “I came here to apologize, but you know what? You don’t need an apology. What you need is a man. Do you feel that, Laura?”
Indeed she did feel his hardness pressed against her back. “Apologize?” she huffed. “I want more than an apology, you bastard,” she said, trapped was all she could think. His goddamn arms were like steel. “Do you think an apology is sufficient for the way you treated me today?”
“You’re the only one who gets under my skin. The only one, Laura,” he murmured in her ear. “I want you so much.”
“Well, I don’t want you,” she shot back, her tone bristling with anger.
“See, now you’re making me crazy.”
“Let me go,” she insisted, wriggling in his arms.
“Do you know that throughout our entire meeting, I thought of nothing else but tasting you, fucking you, being inside you?” he confessed, nibbling on her ear, inhaling her delicious scent.
“Don’t you have any shame?” she shot back, appalled.
With one quick jerk, he tightened his grip. “When it comes to you I have none.”
Without care, without hesitation, he parted the black robe and urgently cupped her breasts. The touch nearly made him lose control. She was like silk and satin under his hands, warm and soft.
“Eric, stop it,” she implored, as her breath caught, then expelled on a moan. “Stop this now,” she commanded weakly.
“Why Laura?” he whispered in her ear. “Why should I stop?”
She didn’t have a reason, couldn’t think of one. All she could do was feel her blood begin to stir as his thumbs grazed her nipples, as he nibbled on the vulnerable curve of her neck, as one hand travelled impatiently down her body to the soft mound of flesh between her legs, while the other manipulated a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She gasped.
She cursed, berated, as his hands continued to render her powerless, hating herself for every sigh, every gasp that she gave him.
Eric moved his fingers with such precision that her body had no choice but to respond and respond it did. He felt hot liquid pouring out of her. “You do want me, Laura. The body doesn’t lie.”
“Go to hell,” she hissed, twisting one way, then another so that her agitated movements only served to arouse them both.
“You’re coming with me,” he replied, and greedily palmed her sex. “I want to taste you,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me taste you.”
He spun her around and pinned her against the door. He could not bear it any longer. Months of pent up passion was unleashed. His kisses moved from her mouth down to her neck, her shoulders, to her breasts. Ravenous, he feasted on them, one, then the other, using teeth and tongue and lips so that he could make her feel the same ache she had stirred in him.
His mouth lingered down to her navel, to her abdomen, then paused. Looking up at her, the kaleidoscope of sensations across her face made his blood pound in his head. He slid his hand between her thighs and coaxed them apart. Pressing his face against her mound, he inhaled as if he could consume her whole. Her smell intoxicated him. And he was desperate for a taste. Deftly he lifted her right leg and placed it on his left shoulder and went in for the kill. He found her hot, wet and the flavor of her seeped into him until he was all but drunk with it.
Angry, aroused, Laura tried to push him away, to tell him to stop, to give her a moment to catch her breath and regain her sanity. But she was suffocating, infused with heat. Her breath caught in her lungs, emerging in quick gasps and moans. She murmured mindlessly, as her body shuddered with waves of need. And as logic and reason drained away, she could do nothing but experience and absorb. If words had been hers, she would’ve told
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