Aware that her breasts heaved in her lacey white bra and that her pussy was undeniably wet, she ventured, “Like what you see, Mr. Buchanan?” She kept her voice low, and hopefully alluring.
Kendall heard a satisfied rumble resonate deep in his throat, and she knew he did.
“You’re exquisite. I wanted you the first time I saw you.”
“I know you did.” She’d wanted him, too, and if it hadn’t been for the shit hitting the proverbial fan with this whole unpleasant blackmail episode, she’d have willingly shared dinner with him that night, at the most exclusive restaurant in New York, and then afterward…well, who knew where events would have led. Any red-blooded woman would be crazy to turn down an offer like that. However, his opinion of her had now changed significantly, and she figured he saw her as no more than a corporate thief. One who’d had the audacity to steal from the legend that was Mac Buchanan. She felt bitter and saddened that he saw her as a selfish woman, one whose interests lay purely in the material world. Deep down she longed to scream at the top of her voice, “I didn’t steal the money for myself, you arrogant prick. I took it to save the life of my best friend.” But for now, she had to keep such negative emotions under control, because Ashley’s life depended on her doing so.
Of course, he was totally unaware of her inner turmoil, and for all her imagined character flaws, he was still a man, one who still wanted to fuck her senseless for the next ten days. With this in mind, she continued with the seduction of her boss. “Zippers. Do you like the sound they make, sir?”
He nodded and smiled. “You bet.”
Most men did. Who knew why? She figured they were probably hardwired that way from birth. Relentlessly keeping her eyes focused on his, she slowly pulled it down, enjoying the sexy sound it made as much as he obviously did. Kendall wondered if he’d soon demand she do the same with the zipper on his pants. Oh, Lordy. Just the thought of releasing his huge dick made her pussy clench with wanton need. Reluctantly dragging her thoughts away from the sexy mental picture she’d created, Kendall then popped the single button, allowing her work skirt to drop to her ankles in a hushed swish, where it pooled obediently at her feet. As she stepped from it, she heard his sharp intake of breath. He liked what he saw. Appreciation was good. Every girl should be appreciated.
He took a step toward her. “Ah, the sexual tigress hidden beneath the demure librarian. Stocking and suspenders. Every man’s fantasy.”
“Did you know I wore them to work?”
“Mmm, I guessed, I hoped, I fantasized that you did.” He took two further steps, until he was right on her, his lips brushing against hers once more. Mac’s sophisticated cologne invigorated her senses, but such was his sheer closeness, she also detected the natural scent of primitive Neanderthal man lying just beneath the surface. She guessed, and truth be known, now hoped, that this part of his character would come to the fore.
It did.
With an energy that shocked her, he immediately dropped to his knees and buried his head between her legs.
“Goddamn, you woman. You’ve no right to smell this good.” He then curled his fingers around the edge of her skimpy silk panties and pulled—hard.
Oh, dear, God, the point of no return had just been reached as he ripped them from her body, which trembled with a mixture of fear of the unknown and pure sexual desire.
“Goddamn, I love that fucking noise.” The way he spoke left her in no doubt he’d performed this very act of dominance on an endless selection of willing women. There was more though, as she knew there would be. Their sexual union was still in its preliminary stages, and she sucked in a sharp intake of breath when he roughly took hold of her left leg and hooked it over his shoulder, shamelessly exposing her pussy. Like a man possessed, he buried his head between her legs again, this time the slender protection her panties offered now gone.
“Mmm, so smooth, so soft, so fucking fragrant.”
Kendall bucked and squirmed when he expertly retracted her clitoral hood before instantly circling her sexual pearl with his tongue, first in a clockwise direction, then counterclockwise. Dear God. This guy knows exactly how to please a woman.
“Don’t,” she whispered, or was that whimpered? She meant the exact opposite of course, but she couldn’t stop herself from fisting her hands into his gorgeous jet-black locks. “Don’t. Please don’t.”
He momentarily took his head from her wanton wetness and stared up into her eyes. Like a startled rabbit caught in the headlights of a speeding car, she stared right back. Jesus fucking Christ, what was it with his all-knowing penetrating gaze? It was as if he possessed the ability to reach deep into her soul, extracting intimate secrets she’d thought forever buried.