awareness.
Chapter Seven
When he didn’t say anything, only held her captive with his gray gaze, Mona decided to call it permission. The always impeccably groomed Mr. Marks’ five o’clock shadow tingled against her palms and sent pleasurable chills up her arms. Mmmm. She focused on the full lips before her, as she had in many meetings where her inattention had caused her to miss important information she’d had to scramble to learn later.
She traced the dent in his upper lip with a fingertip, following the line of smooth skin inside the prickly hairs to the fuller lower lip, where she brushed back and forth, taking her time. She’d waited so long for their first kiss, longing without hope. The fulfillment of so many dreams. Even if there was nothing more between them than a professional relationship tomorrow—and she had no reason to believe there would be—she would immerse herself in the amazingness of today, and not be rushed.
She traced his lips and watched in awe as he parted them and drew her finger inside the warm cavern of his mouth. Every bit of sensation incredibly vivid. Stark. Erotic to the extreme.
Dear God.
Dizziness washed over her and she swayed then sucked in air. Oxygen. Automatic things like breathing required thought. Every bit of her focus dwelled in her finger being stroked and sucked. I want that tongue in my mouth, on my neck, my nipples, my…my… A trickle of moisture escaped her pussy and dampened her upper thigh. I want his mouth there.
She pulled her finger out, tugging him closer. Closing her eyes, she relished his soft exhale against her face then swallowed and went for it. A touch, lips parted, mouth open, heat…and he took control back.
Growling low in his throat, he lifted her astride his lap, her aching pussy riding the length of his hard cock through the layers of his clothing. His wool pants chafed at her swollen lips and when she opened her mouth to protest he descended with a searching kiss, devouring her, invading and overwhelming her senses. His clean, masculine scent surrounded her, and she whimpered, accepting his mastery, his total dominance. She followed where he led, the kiss—she hoped—the beginning of what they could share. He lapped at her mouth as though she sated deep hunger.
She rubbed against his cock, panting at the rising waves of pleasure. Her well-spanked ass burned where it touched the wool, but that too blended into the waves of sensation, pain and pleasure blurring a line that no longer made sense.
“Oh, please,” she rasped. “Please.”
He moved her back, nuzzling her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin and licking away the sting. “Please, what?”
“I-I don’t know, but I can’t stand it.”
“You’ll have to ask if you want something from me. Unless you trust me to understand your needs and take care of you.” He bit her earlobe then lapped at it, soothing. And amazing.
Relief washed over her. He knows what I need. “Oh, please, I trust you. Please take care of me, take me….”
He paused, sitting her straight on his lap and holding her gaze with such a serious expression, she felt a flash of fear run over her, raising goose bumps on her arms and legs.
“Do you have any idea what you ask? What I am? What I might want of you?”
Panting, she shook her head. “Yes…no. I don’t know.”
“I am a Dom.”
She blinked, still under the influence of his drugging kiss and adrift with more sensation than she’d ever experienced. A Dom? Fighting to think straight, she visualized what she’d thought that meant. A guy in leather in a dungeon, whipping a woman chained to the wall…a cartoonish image that did not fit the current situation or Mr. Marks at all.
“Okay…a Dom?”
“I am.”
She shivered, missing the heat of his embrace, but struggling to understand what he said. “And you want me to be your slave?”
He rolled his eyes. “No, not exactly. I just want you to know, that if we continue…on the path
Chapter Seven
When he didn’t say anything, only held her captive with his gray gaze, Mona decided to call it permission. The always impeccably groomed Mr. Marks’ five o’clock shadow tingled against her palms and sent pleasurable chills up her arms. Mmmm. She focused on the full lips before her, as she had in many meetings where her inattention had caused her to miss important information she’d had to scramble to learn later.
She traced the dent in his upper lip with a fingertip, following the line of smooth skin inside the prickly hairs to the fuller lower lip, where she brushed back and forth, taking her time. She’d waited so long for their first kiss, longing without hope. The fulfillment of so many dreams. Even if there was nothing more between them than a professional relationship tomorrow—and she had no reason to believe there would be—she would immerse herself in the amazingness of today, and not be rushed.
She traced his lips and watched in awe as he parted them and drew her finger inside the warm cavern of his mouth. Every bit of sensation incredibly vivid. Stark. Erotic to the extreme.
Dear God.
Dizziness washed over her and she swayed then sucked in air. Oxygen. Automatic things like breathing required thought. Every bit of her focus dwelled in her finger being stroked and sucked. I want that tongue in my mouth, on my neck, my nipples, my…my… A trickle of moisture escaped her pussy and dampened her upper thigh. I want his mouth there.
She pulled her finger out, tugging him closer. Closing her eyes, she relished his soft exhale against her face then swallowed and went for it. A touch, lips parted, mouth open, heat…and he took control back.
Growling low in his throat, he lifted her astride his lap, her aching pussy riding the length of his hard cock through the layers of his clothing. His wool pants chafed at her swollen lips and when she opened her mouth to protest he descended with a searching kiss, devouring her, invading and overwhelming her senses. His clean, masculine scent surrounded her, and she whimpered, accepting his mastery, his total dominance. She followed where he led, the kiss—she hoped—the beginning of what they could share. He lapped at her mouth as though she sated deep hunger.
She rubbed against his cock, panting at the rising waves of pleasure. Her well-spanked ass burned where it touched the wool, but that too blended into the waves of sensation, pain and pleasure blurring a line that no longer made sense.
“Oh, please,” she rasped. “Please.”
He moved her back, nuzzling her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin and licking away the sting. “Please, what?”
“I-I don’t know, but I can’t stand it.”
“You’ll have to ask if you want something from me. Unless you trust me to understand your needs and take care of you.” He bit her earlobe then lapped at it, soothing. And amazing.
Relief washed over her. He knows what I need. “Oh, please, I trust you. Please take care of me, take me….”
He paused, sitting her straight on his lap and holding her gaze with such a serious expression, she felt a flash of fear run over her, raising goose bumps on her arms and legs.
“Do you have any idea what you ask? What I am? What I might want of you?”
Panting, she shook her head. “Yes…no. I don’t know.”
“I am a Dom.”
She blinked, still under the influence of his drugging kiss and adrift with more sensation than she’d ever experienced. A Dom? Fighting to think straight, she visualized what she’d thought that meant. A guy in leather in a dungeon, whipping a woman chained to the wall…a cartoonish image that did not fit the current situation or Mr. Marks at all.
“Okay…a Dom?”
“I am.”
She shivered, missing the heat of his embrace, but struggling to understand what he said. “And you want me to be your slave?”
He rolled his eyes. “No, not exactly. I just want you to know, that if we continue…on the path
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