style="font-size:15px;"> She sighed and prepared to melt for him.
Boldly, Dominic cupped the cheeks of her backside.
Robyn felt herself being pulled against him. His erection pressed forcefully into her stomach. The size of him was large enough to make her shiver.
She bit back a startled cry as he kissed her. His tongue slid into her open mouth. His lips bruised hers with the ferocity of his passion. The tingling between her legs had been urgent before. Now it was sharp and exposed, like a crackle of electricity. The heat of desire seared the flesh of her sex.
Her nipples ached with their need to be touched. Her inner muscles clenched repeatedly as she anticipated the pleasure to come. Her breath had turned to a raw and ragged panting.
‘On the bed,’ she whispered, when he eventually moved his mouth from hers. ‘Take me on the bed. I need you. I need you now.’
Dominic clearly needed no further encouragement.
He glanced quickly around the bedroom, seeming unaware of its sumptuous designer charms and stylised furnishings. His interest was focused entirely on her.
It didn’t matter to Robyn that he was overlooking the brilliant combination of pastel greens and antique brass that she had worked so hard to co-ordinate. The appraisal and the attention he was giving to her more than made up for any offence she could have taken. He carried her across the four brisk steps from the door to the bed. He completed the journey by hurling her onto the bed with an understated show of strength.
Robyn bounced in the centre of the four-poster, momentarily lost in an explosion of faux-suede sheets. She brushed long blonde locks away from her face and shook her hair back into some semblance of style.
When she glanced at him he was smiling down at her with a lusty grin.
Lowering her gaze she noticed the swell at the front of his pants had pushed the fabric out of shape. His erection was clearly large.
She caught an eager breath in anticipation. She was desperate for him.
When she landed on the bed, the hem of her skirt had ridden up. The tops of her stockings were exposed, along with a thin line of the pale flesh at her inner thighs. Although she couldn’t see, she suspected the crotch of her panties was also visible to him. Holding his gaze, she reached down and stroked a finger against the gusset of her exposed crotch.
The desire in his eyes gleamed.
‘Do you want me to take these off?’ she whispered.
Dumbstruck, he nodded.
Robyn raised her eyebrows. Her fingertip trailed lazily back and forth against the silky panel of fabric. The whisper of sensation was like an angel’s kiss against her crotch. She shook her head and prepared to ask the question for a second time.
‘Do you want me to take these off?’ she repeated slowly. ‘Or are you going to do it for me?’
The words were like a switch.
He dropped to his knees beside the bed and placed his hands on her stocking-clad thighs. Smiling into her face, he teased the tips of his fingers against the elasticated band of her panties. Slowly, he began to ease the fabric away.
Robyn was tempted to pull him on top of her and demand that he fuck her hard and fuck her now. She was horny and desperate to have him inside her. But she resisted the urge. She was going to have him eventually and knew that savouring each moment would bring its own reward in the ultimate explosion of her climax.
The panties were eased slowly away from her wanton flesh.
Her pussy lips, wet with arousal, kissed the gusset farewell. And then the fabric was drawn down her legs and over her ankles. When his fingers reached for the tops of her stockings, she placed a hand on his and shook her head.
‘Let me wear those,’ she said firmly. ‘I always believe that sex feels so much more illicit when I’m wearing stockings.’
‘You like illicit sex?’
‘Illicit sex is the best sort, isn’t it?’
His lecherous smile was as good as a nod of agreement.
Moving his head closer he said, ‘The stockings might restrict me a little. If I want to kiss your legs, I can only kiss the skin here.’
To illustrate where he meant he placed his lips against her inner thigh. His warm breath touched her bare skin and his tousled hair tickled her pussy.
Robyn drew a jagged breath.
Every muscle in her body was tense with revitalised excitement. The sensation bit a second time when he moved his mouth to her other leg. Although she couldn’t be certain, she thought he had moved his head higher.
Her heart pounded as he kissed her a third time.
His lips had shifted infuriatingly close to the crease between her legs. His hands caressed her through the sheer denier of her stockings. He was warming her flesh until she shivered. When he placed the fourth kiss against her, she shoved a fist into her mouth to suppress the scream of joy.
* * *
Gayle placed herself deliberately between Harold and the foot of the stairs. In an attempt to appear casual about the stance, she smiled at him and tried to think of an appropriate conversation opener. She had silently selected and discounted half a dozen before the urgency of the situation made her blurt the first thing to cross her mind.
‘I’ve barely seen you in the office for the past few months.’
Harold frowned. ‘We were talking yesterday,’ he reminded her. ‘That was when I gave you the invitation to this soirée.’
She gave an embarrassed smile and coughed apologetically. ‘I meant before that,’ she told him. ‘Where have you been hiding yourself?’
He looked away and made no attempt to disguise his sigh of exasperation. When he eventually answered her question, Gayle realised his gaze was fixed on the stairs behind her. As she watched him, she knew he was mentally tracing a route along the galleried landing towards his bedroom.
It was the same route Robyn had taken.
‘Because I only relied on your secretarial services while I was between PAs,’ Harold began, ‘it shouldn’t come as any surprise that we no longer see one another in the office.’
His eyes shone with defiance as he dared her to challenge this remark.
‘Of course. You have Sheridan now,’ Gayle remembered. ‘How could I forget her? That hair is so distinctive.’ She could have added that everything about Sheridan was distinctive but she suspected Harold was already aware of Sheridan’s many charms. Snatching at another conversational gambit she asked, ‘How’s Sheridan shaping up?’
This time Harold’s sigh was heavier. ‘Sheridan is shaping up very nicely, thank you,’ he replied. ‘Not only does she have the ability to spell correctly, she also allows me to visit the bathroom when I need to pee.’
Gayle
