her own. “You’re a delinquent is what you are.”
“Perhaps, but I’m your delinquent.” He traced the line of her neck with the barest touch of his tongue, distracting her as he unfastened her bra clasp and grasped the firm globes in his hands, rubbed slow circles around her nipples.
She shivered in his arms. “Francis,” she sighed.
“What?” He turned her around and eased her back on the sofa. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he bent over her body, his tongue tracing around the stiff peak in the center. If he wanted her to relax, to take her mind off what was going on outside the office door, this was the best way to do it.
Violet sighed and cradled his head in her hands, her body loose and pliant below his. “Nothing,” she said, her fingers tracing patterns in his hair. “Carry on.”
It was the sleepy sigh in her voice that ignited a primitive instinct, drove him to kiss her more roughly than before, pressing his body against hers.
She wriggled upward, her body nudging the erection that strained against his zipper. He fumbled at the button on her jeans, managing to unfasten them and slip them off her legs.
Though he usually took his time, arousing her with kisses, careful touches and well-placed caresses, all of his self-control shattered. He looked down at her, the warmth of her arms looped around his neck, her languorous eyes accepting.
He freed himself and hurriedly slipped on a condom and slid inside the tight heat of her body.
“Oh, Francis,” she sighed and wrapped one leg around his. “I wish…”
“What?”
She shook her head and urged him on with a sinuous movement of her hips. “Nothing. Let’s keep it friendly,” she said, pulled his head down and kissed him. For a moment, he imagined he was drowning, his lungs fighting for air. The kiss broken, he buried his nose in her hair, breathed in the sweet fragrance of her shampoo mixed with a green apple scent. He pushed into her again, holding her hips in his hands.
Violet sucked in her breath in a slow inhale and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes were closed and her body pliant in his arms. He buried his face in her soft throat as he thrust, her inner muscles gripping him.
The union was fast and frantic. He pressed against her, seeking pleasure in her voluptuous body. Violet squeezed her eyes shut and gave a small cry, shuddering beneath him.
Increasing the pace of his thrusts, all rational thought fled and he let himself go, shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
He kissed her mouth, tasting the lush sweetness of her lips then bowed his head to press his lips between her breasts, experiencing the unique scent that was Violet.
“You’re not a mouse,” he said more to himself than to her.
“Francis…” She yawned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “I am a very satisfied mouse. Who must get dressed and go to her house.”
“You mean,” he sat up and helped her to do the same. “You don’t want to spend the night at the office?” he teased.
“As much as that would show dedication, this sofa is not the most comfortable.” She gave him a warm, wet kiss. “Although the company is.”
“Then come home with me.”
She chuckled and pulled on her clothes, shaking her head. “We both know that’s not the way to go. But you can walk me to my car.”
Chapter Ten
Late nights weren’t her friend and she felt every minute of the morning when she awoke. Grumpy and eyes gritty from lack of sleep, she raised a limp hand to Joe as she passed the entrance, not planning to chat this morning. She was beat. She’d bet dollars to donuts that the program still plaguing their servers was going to beat her today too.
“Morning, Vee.”
“Morning, Joe. How are you?”
“Doing well. You?”
“A little draggy this morning. Late night at the office.” She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
“I see that. Lots of early mornings and late nights. Maybe you shouldn’t be working
“Perhaps, but I’m your delinquent.” He traced the line of her neck with the barest touch of his tongue, distracting her as he unfastened her bra clasp and grasped the firm globes in his hands, rubbed slow circles around her nipples.
She shivered in his arms. “Francis,” she sighed.
“What?” He turned her around and eased her back on the sofa. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he bent over her body, his tongue tracing around the stiff peak in the center. If he wanted her to relax, to take her mind off what was going on outside the office door, this was the best way to do it.
Violet sighed and cradled his head in her hands, her body loose and pliant below his. “Nothing,” she said, her fingers tracing patterns in his hair. “Carry on.”
It was the sleepy sigh in her voice that ignited a primitive instinct, drove him to kiss her more roughly than before, pressing his body against hers.
She wriggled upward, her body nudging the erection that strained against his zipper. He fumbled at the button on her jeans, managing to unfasten them and slip them off her legs.
Though he usually took his time, arousing her with kisses, careful touches and well-placed caresses, all of his self-control shattered. He looked down at her, the warmth of her arms looped around his neck, her languorous eyes accepting.
He freed himself and hurriedly slipped on a condom and slid inside the tight heat of her body.
“Oh, Francis,” she sighed and wrapped one leg around his. “I wish…”
“What?”
She shook her head and urged him on with a sinuous movement of her hips. “Nothing. Let’s keep it friendly,” she said, pulled his head down and kissed him. For a moment, he imagined he was drowning, his lungs fighting for air. The kiss broken, he buried his nose in her hair, breathed in the sweet fragrance of her shampoo mixed with a green apple scent. He pushed into her again, holding her hips in his hands.
Violet sucked in her breath in a slow inhale and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes were closed and her body pliant in his arms. He buried his face in her soft throat as he thrust, her inner muscles gripping him.
The union was fast and frantic. He pressed against her, seeking pleasure in her voluptuous body. Violet squeezed her eyes shut and gave a small cry, shuddering beneath him.
Increasing the pace of his thrusts, all rational thought fled and he let himself go, shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
He kissed her mouth, tasting the lush sweetness of her lips then bowed his head to press his lips between her breasts, experiencing the unique scent that was Violet.
“You’re not a mouse,” he said more to himself than to her.
“Francis…” She yawned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “I am a very satisfied mouse. Who must get dressed and go to her house.”
“You mean,” he sat up and helped her to do the same. “You don’t want to spend the night at the office?” he teased.
“As much as that would show dedication, this sofa is not the most comfortable.” She gave him a warm, wet kiss. “Although the company is.”
“Then come home with me.”
She chuckled and pulled on her clothes, shaking her head. “We both know that’s not the way to go. But you can walk me to my car.”
Chapter Ten
Late nights weren’t her friend and she felt every minute of the morning when she awoke. Grumpy and eyes gritty from lack of sleep, she raised a limp hand to Joe as she passed the entrance, not planning to chat this morning. She was beat. She’d bet dollars to donuts that the program still plaguing their servers was going to beat her today too.
“Morning, Vee.”
“Morning, Joe. How are you?”
“Doing well. You?”
“A little draggy this morning. Late night at the office.” She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.
“I see that. Lots of early mornings and late nights. Maybe you shouldn’t be working
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