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Authors: Jasmine Hill

Tags: #Erotic Romance Fiction

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Her knees trembled and she went limp. He wrapped an arm around her back to steady her as he sucked each of her breasts, swirling his tongue around the sensitive tips. He scooped her into his arms and carried her over to his desk where he deposited her on the smooth surface then knelt before her. She propped herself up on her elbows so that she could watch him.

Looking up at her from beneath his lashes, he nudged her knees apart so that they were spread wide before him.

She thought of her damp panties and her face flushed hotly, but he seemed to be delighted with the fact and slowly ran a finger up her slit and over the lacy fabric.

“So wet,” he said in awe. He bent his head to inhale deeply. “And you smell delicious.”

She wriggled her bottom on the hard desk, anxious to finally have him touch her properly. She needed it. His teasing had intensified the ache in her womb to unbearable proportions.

“I’m going to give you what you want now, baby.” He hooked his thumbs in her panties and slipped them down her hips while she lifted her backside so that he could remove them completely.

She watched in mounting excitement as he dipped his head to her sex and licked her in one long, slow motion straight through her centre. She groaned and rocked her hips against his mouth. She revelled in the feel of his tongue inside her, probing her. It was exquisite and her inner muscles coiled and tightened in pleasure. He lapped measured, languid circles around her clit then thrust his tongue deep inside, sending violent trembles spiralling outward. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she shuddered beneath him and the clenching in her core told her she was close. He thrust one finger into her slick channel then another and massaged her inner walls while he nibbled on the sensitive bundle of nerves that was sure to set her off. He removed his mouth and looked up at her from beneath hooded lids as he pressed his thumb to her clit and massaged to the rhythm of his thrusting fingers.

“Come for me,” he demanded huskily.

She threw her head back and bucked her hips hard into his hand. Waves of pleasure raced through her and left her gasping for breath. He stroked her through her orgasm, keeping his mouth locked over her centre while he sucked the pulses from her body.

God, she had never had such an intense orgasm in her life and she was still shaking with the aftershocks when he stood and kissed her gently, running his tongue over her lips so that she could taste herself on him.

“See how good you taste?” he murmured against her mouth. “I’m going to take you now. I need to be inside you.”

She whimpered in anticipation and watched him remove his shoes and socks before he pulled a foil packet out of his pocket and tore into it. Then he unbuckled his belt and she helped him push his pants and boxers down his thighs until he could step out of them. She licked her lips and watched him roll the condom down his impressive length. God help her, he was huge. He saw her attention fixed on his cock and he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise it’ll fit.” He cupped her bottom in both of his hands and lifted her off the desk. He stared into her eyes a moment then he jerked her hips down until she was impaled completely by his hard, thick length.

He stretched her to capacity and she cried out. God, she didn’t think she had ever felt so full.

“Fuck, baby. You are so wet and tight,” Rhett groaned in her ear. “I think it’s been a while since someone took you.”

He lifted her backside to draw out of her then pulled her down onto his cock once more. She couldn’t believe how strong he was. The ease with which he manipulated her body was as though she weighed nothing at all.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and he spun them around and stalked to the lounge. He pulled out of her slowly then tossed her on her back and loomed over her.

“Take off your shirt,” she muttered, scrambling to assist him. She was desperate to see his naked chest and have it pressed against hers.

She gasped in delight at the sight of his powerful torso and couldn’t help but run her hands across his rippling muscles He spread her thighs and pushed his hard length into her, seating himself to the hilt. She moaned as he filled her to capacity. He stilled for a moment, then he started to move, driving in and out of her in smooth lunges. Casting her gaze down his body, she was unsurprised by his sharply defined abdomen, almost mesmerising her as it undulated with his long, slow thrusts. She stared at the junction where their bodies connected and watched, fascinated by his powerful strokes and the defined V of his pelvis.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he hissed between clenched teeth. “I love that you’re watching me fuck you.”

He reared back and grasped her behind the knees so that he could spread her legs wider and higher to deepen his entry.

She whimpered in pleasure-pain at his deep thrusts. Her internal muscles started to flutter and spasm, signalling that her release was near.

“I can tell you’re close, baby. I feel it.” He looked down at her, still grasping her knees and spreading them impossibly wide.

She bucked under him, frantically trying to reach her peak, then suddenly she was there. She hovered for a blissful moment then tumbled over the abyss, relishing the way her vaginal walls swelled around him as she rocketed into her orgasm.

“I’m coming with you,” he shouted.

He thrust hard into her twice more then shuddered as he collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy and erratic in her ear.

They lay there quietly for a moment, each catching their breath.

Rhett rolled off her and got to his feet. “Damn, baby. That was so fucking hot.”

Lucy couldn’t move. She felt weak and listless, and only capable of slumping on the lounge like a boneless rag doll.

He chuckled and looked down at her. “I think someone came hard and fast.” Picking her up around the waist, he then settled her on her feet, steadying her when she swayed slightly. “Come on. Let’s grab something to eat.”

Chapter Four

 

 

 

Lucy stretched and checked her alarm clock. She had to be at Hunter & Associates at nine a.m. to start the interior design project.

She couldn’t deny that she was nervous, which came mainly from the fact that she would be in such close proximity to Rhett Hunter. She wasn’t sure how that would work between them.

Since that fantastic night of wild sex in his office, they’d seen each other two more times, but both occasions had been in the presence of his father and they’d had to maintain a strictly professional approach to each other. That was a week ago.

Now it was February eleventh and she was due at the office in a little over one hour’s time. She realised that Valentine’s Day was only three days away. For so long she’d tried to studiously ignore the lover’s celebration. It was no easy feat when the stores dripped with romantic merchandise and celebratory advertisements. This year she hoped that the day wouldn’t be so sad and lonely for her.

She wasn’t sure where things stood between her and Rhett, and that fact was eating at her. Since that scorching-hot night over a week ago, she’d done nothing but fantasise about their time together. Never had she been with a man who had made her feel this way. Even though he was younger than she, it felt as though she was an inexperienced teen and he was teaching her the art of lovemaking. Oh, the things that he could do with his tongue and hands. Not to mention that fantastic cock of his that made her head spin.

Despite their age difference, he was obviously the more experienced lover. She could kick herself for spending all those years settling for men who worried more about their own pleasure than hers. Not least of which had been her ex-husband. At first the sex had been good between them. But eventually they had been going through the motions for form’s sake, or out of obligation to each other to perform the sexual act. She couldn’t place the blame squarely on her ex-husband’s shoulders, however. She supposed that at some point they had just grown apart, then out of lust, and finally, out of love.

She sighed and stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom to take her morning wake-up shower.

Whilst standing under the invigorating spray, she decided that she couldn’t allow her personal feelings for Rhett to affect her work. She would treat him like any other client and hope that they could act professionally towards each other.

After her shower, she stood in front of her closet and assessed its contents. She wanted to look proficient but not too conventional. As an interior designer, she felt that she always walked a fine line where her wardrobe was concerned. She liked to add just the right amount of pizzazz to an otherwise conservative look in order to appear both professional
and
creative, which was a difficult task on some days.

She decided on a light, floaty floral skirt that fell just above the knee and hot pink pumps with ankle straps. She teamed the skirt and shoes with a plain, fitted, black cotton blazer with three-quarter sleeves. The Weather Channel had predicted that the day would be a scorcher so she opted against wearing her usual garter with pantyhose. She applied light, natural makeup and styled her hair to feather around her face.

She assessed her reflection in the mirror and was pleased with the result. She felt confident to face the day and any challenges it might throw in her direction.

 

* * * *

 

Rhett looked at his watch for the second time. Lucy was due in any minute. He had thought about her nonstop since he had met her over a week ago. He was anxious to see her again so that he could determine if he was still in lust with her, or if, after scratching that itch, she was out if his system.

As if on cue, the subject of his thoughts marched briskly down the hallway. She faltered slightly when she caught sight of him, but recovered quickly and resumed walking in his direction.

Yes, the verdict was unanimous—he still wanted her. She looked unbelievably hot in pink heels and that flirty skirt. He had to get her alone, and fast. Just the sight of her had his cock hardening and pressing against his suit pants. He spun around and headed back into his office before she reached him.

Just when he calculated that Lucy was drawing level with his office door, he thrust his arm out and grasped her by the wrist, then he hauled her through the door and into his suite.

She gasped in surprise as he closed and locked his door then pushed her against the wall. He leaned towards her and braced his hands on either side of her head, caging her in.

“Morning, Ms Whiticker,” he breathed against her ear.

She gazed up at him. “R-h-hett.”

His attention focused on the erratic pulse beat in her neck, and the realisation that he did that to her sent his libido into overdrive.

“I have to taste you, Lucy. I’ve been thinking about you all week.” He dipped his head and let his mouth brush hers softly, then he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue across the seam of her lips until she opened for him with a moan. He intensified the connection, probing his tongue to tangle with hers in a rough display of frantic possessiveness.

He drew back slightly so that they could both regain their breath.

“You look hot this morning, baby,” he murmured, sweeping his mouth across her jaw to rest beneath her ear.

He moved one arm from the wall to brush down her side until he reached her right thigh where he proceeded to pull the fabric of her skirt up.

Her eyes widened in shock. “Rhett, we can’t!”

“We can do anything we want, sweetheart. Door’s locked. No one can come in.”

He knew he had to move fast before he lost her to her thoughts of propriety. He wanted to make her orgasm, so that her mind would be with
him
for the rest of the day.

He locked eyes with hers and traced his finger around her panty line. Her breath hitched, her cheeks flushed and he could smell her arousal. He slipped a finger under the seam of lace and was immediately met with the delicious, wet stickiness that signalled her desire.

He delved between her folds and stroked her. “So wet, baby.” He hummed in approval then drew his finger out and smeared the outer lips of her sex with her juices.

She thrust against his hand as he inserted one then two fingers inside her and pumped in and out.

Her breathing was ragged and choppy and her palms were pressed flat against the wall on either side of her body, holding herself upright.

Rhett groaned and swiped her right leg up to rest on his hip so that he could better penetrate her, adding a third finger and pushing in high and deep. She was so wet that his office filled with the squelching sounds of his thrusting fingers.

“Hear that, baby? That is so fucking hot.”

God, she felt so good, so warm and slick and tight. And the sounds she made when she was close, like little kitten whimpers, were enough to make him blow without a touch.

“I’m close,” she whispered, then pressed her head into his shoulder and nipped his neck.

The sharp pain of her teeth biting his flesh sent desire coiling down his spine. He sucked in a breath and thrust his fingers harder inside her. He stared into her eyes and pressed his thumb to her clit, and that was all it took to send her off.

He held her closely and stroked her through her orgasm, relishing the feel of her internal muscles clenching around his fingers.

When her trembling finally grew still, he steadied her and readjusted her clothing.

He stared at her intently while he brought his fingers to his mouth and deliberately sucked her juices off each one.

“You taste so good, baby. I want you to think about me today. Think about how I make you feel.”

Before he could say or do anything else, there was a sharp rap on his door, followed by the doorknob being jiggled.

 

“Rhett, are you in there?” Robert Hunter called out from the corridor.

Lucy cast a frantic look at Rhett.

“Just a minute,” he answered, totally unperturbed.

She tried to compose herself. How on earth would she appear to Robert? Hopefully, not looking like she had just been given a fantastic orgasm!

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