Executive Decision

Was that her two hundred dollar skirt tossed haphazardly on the floor? Her even more expensive suit jacket dangling on the corner of the end table by the sofa across the office? She had swayed sideways from where she lay atop her desk, being treated like a feast being devoured by a starving man.

For a short instant as Hunter shifted from paying delicious homage to one breast to the other, she’d caught sight of the trail of clothing across her office. Did she really care? Hell no!

She held him to her, weaving her fingers through his tightly trimmed hair. Aching. Wanting. No other man had ever taken such time with her. And she’d never been so bold. Lying here on her desk, stripped down to her new Victoria’s Secret bra spread open at the front for his pleasure. The matching panties were somewhere.

He raised his head for just an instant, smiling like the devil he was, and then leaned back to breathe warm air onto the nipple he’d just suckled. The tip of his tongue circled the areola, and tingling sensations zapped from her breasts down to her toes. When he gently tugged at the hardened nipple with his teeth, she arched upward, gasping, “Oh, yes! Yes!”