Nothing like a good erotic novel and a buzzing bunny to sort a girl out!
Yet here was the opportunity to enjoy explosive sex with a real man. A real, hot, delicious-smelling hunk of a man. It wouldn’t amount to anything. It was just a fling. So she should just enjoy it. Right?
Shrugging off her doubts, she walked across the room, trying to appear casual but she felt like everyone could hear her thundering heart. They must know or at least have some suspicions. Could they sense or maybe even smell her desire for the man she followed?
She shook her head. Silly, irrational thoughts. She was taking a risk, dallying with one of the agency’s newest clients. It was against all the rules…but he was irresistible and he made her want to break the rules. And didn’t she deserve a break, a taste of happiness, even though she knew it couldn’t last? It would be fine as long as no one found out.
The lift doors pinged open and Henri stood aside and waved her in.
“Your carriage awaits, mademoiselle.”
“Why thank you, monsieur.” She inclined her head. “You are most kind.” She spoke loudly to allay any suspicions about their intentions.
They stood formally side by side, the air in the space between them crackling with tension, until the automatic doors closed and a robotic voice entered the confined space: “Going down.”
Henri turned to her. “Yes, indeed. Going down!”
He swept Catrin up in a crushing hug and smothered her face with kisses.
“No, Henri! We can’t! Not here.” Laughter bubbled in her chest.
“We won’t be long!” He reached down and cupped her bottom, squeezing her cheeks and lifting her towards him. His erection pressed into her groin and her clit throbbed in response.
“Someone could see!” Catrin felt panic rising in her chest yet a giggle burst out in an unladylike snort. She felt so naughty, like misbehaving at school when she knew she’d get into trouble but it was worth it for the fun. She was with the gorgeous rebellious youth and she could get into a real mess if she carried on like this.
The thought was like a bucket of icy water.
“Henri, please…I could lose my job…everything I’ve worked for.” She pushed against his arms and chest, trying to free herself from his embrace. Her throat ached. Her armpits tingled and dampened with the rush of fear.
“You want this to stop?” he questioned. The fire in his eyes made her stomach flip and she took a step backwards. His dark hair had fallen across his forehead and he looked like he’d just got out of bed. “You will not lose your job,” he whispered, placing his right hand over his heart. “I promise you that. I can see how important it is to you.”
She stood trembling, looking into his eyes. They were so dark, so warm and they rooted her to the spot. Something flickered across his face. Was it pain? Regret? Confusion?
“Henri, I…”
“You know that don’t you, Catrin?”
She nodded, her fears fading softly like dry ice on a dance floor.
“Your job is safe. You are safe with me.”
She shivered with excitement and emotion. The feminist in her admonished her for allowing this…this stripping away of her control, yet she found it so arousing and strangely liberating. Was it wrong to want to believe him? There was something about him that did make her feel safe. It was an unfamiliar sensation but she realised that she liked it.
“And so…” He turned and pushed the emergency button on the lift control panel, causing it to jolt suddenly and fling Catrin against the mirrored wall. “You will allow me to do what I want?”
She licked her lips. Should she stop this and insist that he reactivate the lift? Desire was weakening her resolve by the second. It filtered away like sand in an egg timer.
“Yes, Henri. I will allow you to do whatever you want.” The words were out before she could evaluate the consequences further.
He grinned, his eyes softened and he took her hand.
“Now, as I said, I’m going down!”
He dropped to his knees in front of her and she sighed as he pushed her skirt up. When it was above her hips for the second time that morning, he pressed his face against the apex of her thighs and breathed deeply.
“I adore your scent, Catrin! It makes me so hard. I can tell how excited you are and how much you want me!”
She gripped the waist-high bar that ran around the lift walls as he nibbled at the lace then pulled it aside with his teeth. She was so wicked, yet so vulnerable. She wanted him so much it hurt!
He covered the front of her pussy with soft kisses that slowly reawakened her arousal. All rational thoughts about her career, her future and her ambitions dissolved and there was only the here and now with Henri. Nothing else mattered, no one else mattered. All the warnings she had ever heard from her mother about men getting you into trouble and children ruining your life melted like snowflakes on the ocean as need and desire consumed her.
His hot breath moved away and she sighed with disappointment.
“Let’s get this out of the way, chérie.” He slipped his hands over her hips then slid the thin material of her panties down and she stepped out of them. The cool air of the lift met the warm wet flesh between her legs and she inhaled deeply of her own musky arousal. She giggled, wondering what Liam H. Clarkson would say if he knew she’d gone commando in his lift – and with a client, no less!
“I think I’ll keep these for later,” he purred as he slid them into his pocket.
When his mouth pressed against her naked labia again she groaned and opened her legs wantonly. He aroused her like no other man ever had.
“What shall I do, Catrin?” he muttered into her neatly waxed line of golden hair. “Shall I lick you?”
“Yes,” she squeaked.
“Shall I…” He sat back on his haunches then flicked her clitoris.
“Oh, no…” She panted, the sharp movement causing her bud to throb.
“What was that, Catrin?”
She looked down into his darkening eyes.
“Oh…I…uh, you will do whatever you want,” she replied, knowing that she needed him to continue.
“That’s better,” he smiled, then covered her with his mouth. He slid his tongue over her and her excitement began to build. He caressed every fold and valley, pushing deep into every crevice. They became one as he moved with her, each thrust and flicker of his tongue guiding her towards fulfilment.
“Oh, Henri, yes!” she murmured, lifting her hips up to him. “Please, Henri, more!”
He took hold of her hips, gripping them vice-like in his huge hands and ate her hungrily: suckling, licking and nibbling, filling her with his tongue until she rode his face hard, consumed
