She kissed him back harder, her arms circling his waist as she fell against the desk but clung to him, her fingers digging into his back, as he tugged her thigh up so he could press deep between her legs. Her lips parted on a whimper of desire and the sound aroused him beyond bearing.
His hand tightened around her neck and he groaned, desperate for more, for everything from her. They devoured each other like it was the last time they’d ever kiss. Foster lifted Ember’s thigh and nudged her up onto the desk, grinding his erection against her.
The feel of her hands sliding up his back and over his shoulders, her fingers sinking into his hair, only made him want more. He wanted her hands on his bare skin.
“Take off the dress,” he broke the kiss to demand gruffly. Even as he uttered the words, he was shrugging out of his jacket.
Ember’s eyes were smoky with passion as Foster stepped back to allow her room to undress. She gathered the full skirt in her hands and he absently undid his tie as her long legs were revealed.
Then her soft stomach and her breasts as she lifted the dress over her head and dumped the fabric on the floor.
He swallowed hard, eyeing every magnificent detail of her. “Bra and panties too.” He whipped off his shirt and started on his belt.
Watching her lick her lips as she stared at him was his undoing.
“Come on, gorgeous.” He pushed down his suit pants and kicked them off. “I want to see every inch of you. I’ve wanted to see every inch of you since I saw you in that pink number at your sister’s engagement party.”
She flushed with pleasure at his confession and reached around her back to unclip her bra. Slowly she let the straps fall, the cups catching on her taut nipples.
Then finally it released.
It had been dark last night in the pool.
In the warm light of her office, Foster could see her in all her glory.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he muttered, almost stumbling out of his boxer briefs with excitement.
Her throaty laughter only made him harder and his mouth went dry as she curled her fingers into her panties and pushed them down.
“Sit on the desk and spread your legs.”
Ember bit her lip for a second, her eyes on his erection. “Are you always this bossy?”
“Just with you. You make me very, very impatient. And frustrated,” he growled.
Chuckling Ember sat on the edge of the desk and spread her thighs.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven, haven’t I?” He fell to his knees before her, skimming his hands up her legs to push her open to his gaze.
“I think maybe I hav—ah!” Ember cried out as he licked into her hot depths.
Foster held back his grin of satisfaction and buried his head between her pearly gates.
EMBER
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All rational thought left me the moment I saw Foster standing in my store with a look in his eyes I knew too well. He was here for one thing and one thing only.
And considering I wanted what he wanted just as badly, I’d lost my ever-loving mind.
Right then, I couldn’t care.
My head fell back on a groan as he licked at me, his tongue flicking and tormenting my clit. “Foster, please.”
I could feel it building already, the muscles in my thighs trembling and tightening.
And then two fingers pushed inside me.
Foster sucked and licked at me and as his fingers played their part too. My hips undulated off the desk, my fingers tightened in his hair, my senses on overload. Every time I felt the rasp of his unshaven cheeks against my sensitive skin, the tension inside me tightened further.
He sucked hard on my clit and I exploded, my cries of pleasure so loud I’d worry later people in the spa might have heard.
Foster stood up, wrapped my legs around his hips, and shoved his hands in my hair to hold me to him for his devasting kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue and I moaned into his mouth in reaction.
Foster broke the kiss, his hot lips trailing down my neck, the bristle of his stubble scratching at my skin. I arched my back, anticipating what he wanted, and thrust my breasts up for his exploration.
Quickly the gloriously languid aftermath of my climax was fanned into a flame again. He cupped and stroked and kissed my breasts, learning every inch of them. And then he wrapped his mouth around my nipple and tugged, sucked and licked it until it was so swollen it became overly sensitive. I hissed and, understanding why, Foster moved onto my other nipple until my legs were climbing his hips, and I was writhing against his erection, desperate for him to take me.
“Come inside me, Foster.”