“Good. Then come over here.”
“Sir?”
David pushed his chair back slightly and patted his lap. “Come here,” he repeated.
She shot straight from her seat before her thoughts fully registered into her mind. She edged t
owards David and settled in his lap awkwardly. David circled an arm around her waist and drew her closer. Her heart fluttered. Warmth radiated from him. He smelt nice. The fresh-laundered scent of his shirt. The masculine-scented soap he had used. Tangerine. Cinnamon? Anyway, David smelt seductive and sexy.
Their gazes held and David smiled. Sam wanted to fan herself. She had never met a man like David or Adam in person. They were elegant and refined and everything about them demonstrated high taste. Unlike Jared or her co-workers in the factory, who were fond of beer, football and making toilet jokes.
David ran his hand over her dress. From her shoulder. Bustier. Belly. Thigh. He seemed to like the pink stockings. David hitched the hem of her gown up to the hips. He craned his neck forward as if he wanted to see if her panties matched the rest of her ensemble. A purr of satisfaction rolled out from his throat when he found her dressed the way he liked. She stiffened unintentionally. David touched her panties. Slipped his fingers on her mons and down to the hood of her sex. She moistened.
“Nice.”
He muttered to himself, sounding thoroughly pleased with her reaction.
He grabbed the fork and cut the cake. “Try it. It’s Chantilly cake. Sweet coconut cream. Light gateau. Morgan makes the best Chantilly cake around.”
“Morgan?”
“Our cook.”
“Oh.” Sam took a bite off the proffered fork. “Mmm.” It was sublime. She usually didn’t care for coconut, but this was incredible. The sweet cream was smooth, basking her palate with satiny consistency that tasted beyond scrumptious. She was full, but she had more room for the cake.
“Good?” David’s eyes shone.
She nodded.
“Delicious. Like you.” David put the fork down and collected a big dollop of the Chantilly cream with his fingers. Instead of putting them into his mouth, he smeared the cream on the exposed skin between her shoulder and her neck. David made a hungry purring sound and licked her.
“Oh.” A surge of heat swept through her body. His lick was devastatingly good. Paralysing pleasure coiled at the base of her spine. David mumbled something she didn’t understand. But from the sound of it, he liked the way her body responded to his seduction. He withdrew his fingers.
David eased forward and cleared the table with his arm. The beautiful china and glasses hit the floor and shattered. Sam wanted to ask what the hell he was doing, but she restrained herself at the very last second. David could do what he wanted with his expensive china, though Sam thought it was a waste of freaking money.
He snatched her waist. David lifted her and propped her on the table, facing him. She shivered. A little fear. But mostly thrill. She felt, somehow, that David had changed. No more calm and calculated David. The David before her was ferocious with hunger.
Those amber eyes of his had also changed. Sam just realised that so far, two of her employers had the same light, honey-coloured eyes. But David’s were lighter. Flecks of gold in his eyes seemed to sparkle. Burning with lust. The blond lashes surrounding them intensified his hypnotic golden gaze.
David lunged and crushed his lips onto hers. The kiss was hard and full of hunger. The kind that demanded her complete surrender. Her brain went to mush and her bones melted like Jell-O. She moaned, clutching the lapels of his jacket suit. He slid his tongue between her lips. She opened. David plunged his tongue inside the cavern of her mouth, devouring, kissing her like no man ever had before. He nibbled her lip, sucking the succulent flesh. The way he kissed her was as if he was living, breathing through her. His soul poured, his wants seeped into her skin. Her mind muddled. He finally gave her a chance to draw a breath.
Sam gulped a lungful of air. Her chest almost burst from lack of oxygen. “Mr Strauss…”
“Too rough?”
“No, I’m just…”
David ambushed her with another mind-muddying kiss. Her toes curled from her pleasure as he sucked her tongue amorously. She lolled in his arms, feeling drugged and delirious. She couldn’t believe he made her like this simply with a kiss.
A thick cloud of ecstasy shrouded her head. She heard the fabric tear. David ripped the strap of her bustier. Her breasts spilled out. He leant down and took a nipple in his mouth. David trapped her hard bud between the roof of his mouth and his tongue, sucking her as if she was the most delicious treat. She yowled.
Deep, drawing pleasure knotted from the depth of her sex, cadenced with the rhythm of his sucking. She fisted his hair. Sam gasped for air.
The tip of his tongue traced her areola before rubbing the crown of her nipple, the most sensitive part of her breast. He scraped his teeth against her skin, leaving red marks of his conquest. She didn’t care. She didn’t want the bliss to end. Her body quivered. David released her nipple with a loud pop. She jerked. Her moan turned into a halted scream. He sucked her unmolested nipple. David, she wanted to call his name, the man who gave her such unbelievable pleasure. She didn’t say it. She wanted to. His name felt as sacred as a Buddhist sutra. She chanted it secretly, silently, as he dragged her deeper into a vortex of ecstasy she had never ventured into, never tasted, never experienced in her life.
“Mr Strauss…” she croaked after David had taken his fill of her breasts.
“Yes, pretty?” David’s voice no longer sounded cool. Every syllable coming from his mouth dripped with unmistakable lust.