Page 5 of Sinful Negotiations
She knew he couldn’t see the naughty grin on her face as she unbuttoned her pants, unzipped, and seductively slid them along her hips. After kicking one heel off, she stepped out of one leg. The slacks pooled on the floor at her feet, but she quickly slid her foot into the discarded black heel.
Aidan loved when she kept her stilettos on, but she added an extra element by leaving her thong in place and pushing her ass out. “I want to feel your come in my panties all day.”
“Damn, baby.” He smacked one globe of her ass. She moaned at the contact, enjoying the burn even as he rubbed it away. His other hand released her nipple, slithered along her ribcage until he could grip the back of her thigh and lift that leg, pushing her into the wall at the same time. In this new position, the fingers in her pussy drove deeper, intensifying the pleasure.
With both hands plastered against the wall to provide leverage, once again his mouth grazed her ear. “Let go, Tessa. Trust me.” When she didn’t immediately obey, sharp teeth nipped her earlobe. “Don’t make me spank that ass harder.”
The corners of her mouth lifted at his teasing threat, and not from fear, but excitement. She liked it when his kinkier side emerged but didn’t know that she could sit in her office chair the remainder of the day with a sore ass.
Her hands lifted from the wall, and she reached behind her head to his face. With two fingers, she traced his full lips, the line of his jaw, and the well-trimmed goatee covering his chin. Sharp teeth nicked one fingertip, and he sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit.
Thick fingers pumped her sheath and slid through the wet folds. Her body was his, and he knew it. When three fingers thrust deep and curved against her walls, her channel spasmed. Tessa bit her lip close to orgasm. “Faster, Aidan. Fuck me faster.”
“Not with my fingers. I’m tired of playing. I want to bury my cock in you and feel your cum soaking my balls.”
Chapter 5
Her curvy, pink ass beckoned to him. His fingers were wet from her juices and the scent of her sex drove him insane. While licking his fingers clean, he unzipped his pants with his free hand, withdrew a condom, and slid it on. His dick sprung from its confines engorged and ready to claim. Precum dripped from the slit, so he slid it against her ass and inside her thong against the folds of her sex, growling and hissing at the torturous sensation.
Tessa’s fingers linked together behind his neck, and he used both hands to spread her thighs wider, lifting her smaller body until she was high enough to slide onto his dick. Sheathed in wet warmth, silky thong stroking his shaft, and the excitement of the secret rendezvous, it was all he could do to not ejaculate prematurely.
Once, twice, three times he slid her up and down his cock, groaning and clenching his teeth when her sheath tightly gripped him, and her round ass slid against his groin.
Feminine whimpers drove him crazy, but when she reached between her legs to fondle her clit and his balls, he almost lost his mind. Sharp nails grazed his sac as her ass warmed his pelvis. With her free hand, she slapped the drywall and leaned forward slightly to give him better access, all the while whispering naughty things. “Fuck me harder. You feel so good. Your dick is huge. Make me come.”
With her words, his balls tightened, and cum shot into the condom. At the same moment, Tessa’s back arched with her orgasm, so he thrust two fingers inside her channel and fingered her through the spasms. Come soaked his fingers, sliding between and over them.
Aidan licked his bottom lip, wanting so much more, but knowing the risk increased the longer they remained away from their desks. He kissed the back of her neck, inhaling her scent,and running his nose and lips along her skin before lowering her until her feet touched the floor. “Come to my place tonight, Tessa.”
She glanced over her shoulder but didn’t turn around. “What about our agreement? The no personal residences rule.”
After repositioning his cock in his boxers, Aidan zipped his pants with a deep sigh. He hated that rule. Tessa was right, but he didn’t have to like it. Once she’d pulled on her slacks and rebuttoned her blouse, he leaned into her back, hands caressing her hips, enjoying the fragrant scent of her shampoo. “Break the rule tonight. One night is all I ask.”
Tessa turned her head so that her cheek slid against his, and with one hand she cupped the other side of his face. “One night.”
His eyes closed with her consent, but he knew it would never be enough. “See you up top?”
“Ten minutes. I need to regroup.”
Aidan didn’t like leaving her on this floor alone, but they had no choice. He played the part of the owner of the company. She was his employee. He probably had fifty messages waiting, and his nosy secretary searching for him.
One kiss to her cheek, and he backed away before leaving the room.
Chapter 6
Tessa sighed deeply and rolled her head on her shoulders. When the door clicked, she closed her eyes. Why did she agree to a night at his place? They were already treading the fine line of emotional entanglement.
This level of intimacy wasn’t reached without caring. What a hot mess. She squirmed when her wet thong slid against her sex and smiled at the memories. “Dammit,” she groaned to the ceiling.
After glancing at her watch, she slowly made her way through the empty floor and climbed the two flights of stairs. With her hand on the doorknob, she paused and inhaled a deep breath. “No one knows,” she whispered, and turned the knob.
The remainder of the day proceeded as normal with consultations by phone and meetings with Aidan. No one appeared to notice their simultaneous absence, and she admired his concentration when hers was everywhere but on business.
At three o’clock she received an invitation for dinner with her aunt and uncle but didn’t reply. By five o’clock, she was on edge, and when his secretary held the elevator doors for her, she cringed. Aidan relaxed in one corner with his shoulder pressed to the paneling.
With a fake smile plastered on her face, Tessa wormed her way to the opposite corner. As soon as the elevator doors closed, she chanced a glance in his direction.
A shitty grin spread on his face, and he whistled an off-tune version of a song she didn’t recognize. He was naughty and delicious, her tormenter and her fantasy rolled into one man. No one in the elevator dared turn around, but the air between them simmered with a lustful undercurrent.