can survive another orgasm.”
Neva would have laughed if she hadn’t known from experience
that he was good for everything he promised and then some. Considering her
earlier disturbance with Guy, she could really use a mind-blowing encounter
like the one he described. One hand flailed behind her, looking for something
to brace herself against. She found only air. “You’re all talk, Matthew,” she
said weakly.
“You know better,” he breathed. Somehow, his face had gotten
under her skirt, his lips inches from her panties. “In case you’ve forgotten,
let me refresh your memory.”
He pressed a slow, delicate kiss to the drooling center of
her need. Neva gave a little cry and clapped one hand to the back of his head,
falling forward a little as she did. She grabbed the edge of her desk to hold
herself up and dimly remembered her surroundings. Work. Guy could walk in any
moment. Big glass windows right in front of her desk. Anybody could walk by and
see Matthew pleasuring her with his wicked, manipulating tongue.
None of it mattered enough to make her stop. Just now, she
couldn’t refuse what Matthew offered. She opened her legs even more, enough to
ride his face. His tongue darted inside her and his nose pressed against her
clit. His big, strong hands gripped her ass and lifted her, pulled her tighter
against his face than she could have managed on her own. She screamed a little
and held on to the desk for dear life.
Apparently, Matthew worked out his tongue as carefully as
every other muscle in his gym-sculpted body. It stroked every inch of Neva’s
folds, long, firm and perfectly controlled. He pushed his tongue out of his
mouth and held it still while he moved Neva against it, manhandling her entire
body in a display of strength that wound up focused in a tiny movement back and
forth across her clit. The power in his fingers alone could have gotten her
off, but Matthew wasn’t finished. Shifting his hands little by little, he
worked both his thumbs inside her, using them to hold her in the air while he
continued to lick her.
She gave in and came hard, writhing with abandon, in perfect
faith that he would not let her fall. Every gesture increased her sensation,
prolonged her orgasm. And Matthew’s tongue never stopped moving, working
against her increasingly sensitive nerves.
Neva struggled to catch her breath. “Matthew, please. God,
please.”
He chuckled, still holding her at his mercy. “Are you saying
you can’t stand it anymore, Neva?”
“God no. Please. Let me down.” Even as she spoke the
helpless words, another orgasm shattered through her, painful in its
unremitting pleasure. Her pleas devolved into a series of gasping pants.
“Shall I keep going?” Matthew asked, his voice full of
mischief.
“Put me down!”
He obliged, his hands more careful than she would have
expected from his showing off. He extended his support until Neva had surely
regained her feet, then slowly negotiated his way out from under his skirt. His
chin shone from her juices and his eyes shone with satisfaction. “What do you
think, Neva? I’m really only asking for a little bit of information. I could
wait here all day and not ask you at all. I just want you to make things a
little easier for me. And I’m going to make you feel so good tonight.”
Still trying to catch her breath, Neva glared at him. If
she’d had any doubt about what Matthew Lodi wanted from her, he’d made things
more than clear. This wasn’t about love for him or even real attraction. She
was a source of information for him. In exchange, he offered his incredible
body and considerable skills.
She should know better. She should be loyal to Emily. To
Guy. He’d just asked her not to let her relationship with Matthew compromise
her job. But Neva’s internal struggle was over almost before it began. She’d
been too lonely for too long. She needed relief, and Matthew seemed to be the
only one prepared to give it to her.
She sighed and
Neva would have laughed if she hadn’t known from experience
that he was good for everything he promised and then some. Considering her
earlier disturbance with Guy, she could really use a mind-blowing encounter
like the one he described. One hand flailed behind her, looking for something
to brace herself against. She found only air. “You’re all talk, Matthew,” she
said weakly.
“You know better,” he breathed. Somehow, his face had gotten
under her skirt, his lips inches from her panties. “In case you’ve forgotten,
let me refresh your memory.”
He pressed a slow, delicate kiss to the drooling center of
her need. Neva gave a little cry and clapped one hand to the back of his head,
falling forward a little as she did. She grabbed the edge of her desk to hold
herself up and dimly remembered her surroundings. Work. Guy could walk in any
moment. Big glass windows right in front of her desk. Anybody could walk by and
see Matthew pleasuring her with his wicked, manipulating tongue.
None of it mattered enough to make her stop. Just now, she
couldn’t refuse what Matthew offered. She opened her legs even more, enough to
ride his face. His tongue darted inside her and his nose pressed against her
clit. His big, strong hands gripped her ass and lifted her, pulled her tighter
against his face than she could have managed on her own. She screamed a little
and held on to the desk for dear life.
Apparently, Matthew worked out his tongue as carefully as
every other muscle in his gym-sculpted body. It stroked every inch of Neva’s
folds, long, firm and perfectly controlled. He pushed his tongue out of his
mouth and held it still while he moved Neva against it, manhandling her entire
body in a display of strength that wound up focused in a tiny movement back and
forth across her clit. The power in his fingers alone could have gotten her
off, but Matthew wasn’t finished. Shifting his hands little by little, he
worked both his thumbs inside her, using them to hold her in the air while he
continued to lick her.
She gave in and came hard, writhing with abandon, in perfect
faith that he would not let her fall. Every gesture increased her sensation,
prolonged her orgasm. And Matthew’s tongue never stopped moving, working
against her increasingly sensitive nerves.
Neva struggled to catch her breath. “Matthew, please. God,
please.”
He chuckled, still holding her at his mercy. “Are you saying
you can’t stand it anymore, Neva?”
“God no. Please. Let me down.” Even as she spoke the
helpless words, another orgasm shattered through her, painful in its
unremitting pleasure. Her pleas devolved into a series of gasping pants.
“Shall I keep going?” Matthew asked, his voice full of
mischief.
“Put me down!”
He obliged, his hands more careful than she would have
expected from his showing off. He extended his support until Neva had surely
regained her feet, then slowly negotiated his way out from under his skirt. His
chin shone from her juices and his eyes shone with satisfaction. “What do you
think, Neva? I’m really only asking for a little bit of information. I could
wait here all day and not ask you at all. I just want you to make things a
little easier for me. And I’m going to make you feel so good tonight.”
Still trying to catch her breath, Neva glared at him. If
she’d had any doubt about what Matthew Lodi wanted from her, he’d made things
more than clear. This wasn’t about love for him or even real attraction. She
was a source of information for him. In exchange, he offered his incredible
body and considerable skills.
She should know better. She should be loyal to Emily. To
Guy. He’d just asked her not to let her relationship with Matthew compromise
her job. But Neva’s internal struggle was over almost before it began. She’d
been too lonely for too long. She needed relief, and Matthew seemed to be the
only one prepared to give it to her.
She sighed and
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