One to Chase (One to Hold 7) - Page 21

Her hands have moved from my shoulders to quickly unbuttoning my shirt. I slide my fingers out of her and reach to lower the straps on her dress. They practically fall away revealing her black bra underneath. It’s pretty, but it’s covering what I want to see.

“Open this.” My voice breaks with my desperation to have her. I want to see those beautiful breasts again, pull a taut nipple firmly into my mouth as I sink deep between her thighs.

She smooths her palms over my bare chest now that my shirt is open. “Your chest hair teases my nipples,” she whispers, blinking up at me, a hint of playfulness back.

“My teeth want to tease them.”

Her eyes darken, and in my peripheral vision, I see her fingers flip the clasp at the center of her sternum. The bra falls away, revealing soft golden skin, and I reach up to cup both breasts in my palms, sliding my thumbs across the pebbled tips.

“You have perfect breasts.” The sight has my mouth watering and my cock straining to be released.

Slim hands move to the sides of my neck, and she arches her back up, lifting them toward me, as she gently tugs my face to her body. I need no encouragement. I dive into her, ravenously consuming, running my tongue around her dark areola before pulling her beaded nipple hard into my mouth.

“Oh!” She gasps and I quickly move to the other side to repeat the process.

Pressure against my fly causes me to groan against her skin. Her hands are sliding up and down the front of my pants, caressing and cupping. I break for a moment to unbutton my pants and shove them down. Today I went commando, and cool fingers quickly encircle me, pulling and tugging and driving me wild.

I’m ready to jerk her black panties aside like before, but she slides off the desk and quickly pushes them down, stepping out. Just as fast, she wraps a leg around my thigh and pulls our bodies together again. Her heat is flush against my stomach, and I’m straining for her.

She grasps my shoulders, pulling me and rocking her hips, and everything falls away. Catching her ass, I lift her back on the desk and position my tip at her entrance before pushing inside in one swift movement.

“Yes!” Her hiss mixes with the guttural curse I let out as I sink deep into her hot warmth. “So big.” She’s pulling me into her, massaging me and clenching all around.

“Amy.” My voice is ragged as she lays back on my desk, knees up. I slam into her again and again. Sweat forms on my brow, but I clutch her knees and pull her to me, matching each thrust.

She cries out, bucking against me, and I’m going harder, faster. I want to hold out, but this is more than I can bear.

“Come for me,” I groan, slamming into her, watching her small breasts bounce with every stroke.

“Marcus,” she gasps, and I see her fingers move down between her thighs. She fingers herself, circling her clit, and I start to lose control.

“Yes,” I gasp as my orgasm crests.

Her fingers move faster, and all at once, she breaks. Her legs jump violently in my hands as she wails. Her insides spasm tighter and harder, pulling and milking me with the intensity of her orgasm.

“Oh, fuck!” I can’t hold back anymore. In that moment, my own climax rockets through my body, and my knees buckle. A shaking

groan rolls from my chest, and my eyes squeeze shut. For a moment, everything blacks out, and I’m holding onto Amy so I don’t hurtle into space.

I’m lost in this beautiful woman, and she’s trembling, gradually coming down from her own high. One of my hands is flat on the desk beside her, and the other still holds the outside of her knee. A bead of sweat runs down my cheek to my jaw, and as I return to reality, I feel the warm velvet of her tongue pressing against my face.

Blinking my eyes open, she’s sitting up, legs still over my hips, watching me with the smallest smile. It’s so much better than the haunted look she wore when she arrived. I hold her gaze, hoping to convey all the warmth and gratitude I feel right now. A one-syllable laugh breaks through her lips, and she puts her head against my chest.

“Oh, Marcus.” Her voice is somewhere between amusement and regret.

I can’t have that. “We never looked at my website.”

“I’m not convinced there is one.” She catches my eye, hers twinkling with playfulness. That’s better. “It’s like your girlfriend in Canada.”

“I promise I have one.”

“A girlfriend in Canada or a website?”

“Hmm.” I let my eyes run over her face. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and spots of red are along her neck and chest from my beard. She’s just-fucked gorgeous, but I’m not ready to show my hand. “Website.”

Her lips press into a smile, and I feel as though she read my mind. “Are you saying you want to hire me?”

“Yes.” I remember my day. “Come with me to dinner tonight.”

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