Executive Engagement

Her touch is a fuck-me touch. Down my arms, until she’s squeezing my wrists with her perfect french-tipped fingers. My hips, massaging my hip bones through my dress.

She strokes up my waist then wraps her arms around my body, pulling me close in an intimate hug.

“Oh,” I say again, apparently speechless, as she grabs my tits and squeezes them with sensual ruthlessness.

“Madeline,” she purrs into my ear. “Call me Madeline.”

“Is that your real name?” I ask. That should be the last thing on my mind, but fuck. I’ve done a lot of kinky, dirty, sexy, incredible things before. But I’ve never done anything like this.

“No,” Madeline says. Her dark, luscious ruby-red lips press against the hollow spot behind my ear, and I shiver. “Does it matter?”

My eyes move to Darcy leaning up against the doorframe. Cocky as shit. Smiling that knowing, amused, billion-dollar, lopsided smile of his.

“I guess not.”

Madeline’s teeth sink into my neck. I moan the deep, needy kind of moan that before this moment, right here, right now, has taken a man to draw out of me.

“Didn’t think so.”

I feel her lips smiling against my shoulder.

I guess this is a night of many firsts.

Madeline’s long, straight, ink-black hair falls over my shoulder as she continues kissing down my neck and across my back. A woman like me should be used to being kissed like this, but there’s something expertly soft and sweet and womanly about Madeline’s hungry lips.

Where the hell did Darcy find this girl? Probably, I rationalize, he’s fucked her before. Probably has enjoyed those lips in even more intimate places than I’m experiencing them right now.

I would expect that to bother me, but for some reason, it just makes me hotter. It means Madeline and I have something in common. We’ve both been conquered by Will Darcy—by his gorgeous body and his dangerous mouth.

We’ve both sucked the same massive, throbbing piece of man meat that Darcy likes to pretend is just another cock, even though we all know better.

And now, Madeline is conquering me. Maybe I’ll conquer her next. We’ll all conquer each other.

Should that be so hot? Maybe, maybe not. But I’m getting wetter by the second, and Madeline’s kissing is only making it worse.

The fact that Darcy is watching all of this play out, probably getting hard just looking at us, makes my clit throb. My heart is thrumming hard in my chest like a scared little bunny rabbit. My skin feels like it’s on fire—a fire that only intimate, sensual touches can put out.

“Madeline?” Darcy says.

“Mmm—don’t interrupt.” Madeline is tracing my spine with her tongue in a way that’s making my entire body tingle with need for more.

“Undress her,” Darcy orders.

I love when he gets bossy like that. From the moan Madeline makes against the zipper of my dress, I can tell that she enjoys it too.

Her hands squeeze my big, heavy tits again as she takes the zipper between her teeth and pulls it down, down, down. The straps slump off my shoulders while Madeline kneels behind me. Now she’s kissing at the base of my spine.

The sensation is incredible. Like tiny fireworks shooting off inside my body and exploding in my brain.

But this is only the preshow. This is fucking sparklers compared to what comes next.

“You look like such a fucking tart right now, Lizzie.” Darcy’s voice is dark, foreboding. It has that sexy growl to it that only comes out to play when he’s really fucking turned on.

“Yeah? Well, you look like a fucking perv,” I shoot back. Sassy. I know Darcy likes me sassy. “Standing there, watching us...I can see your hard fucking prick threatening to rip right through those expensive slacks you’re still wearing.”

“I could take them off,” Darcy offers.

“I think you’d better,” I say.