Take Me by Onne Andrews Page A

pants or skirts. I’d given up on hose completely. The heat
and humidity were too much to dress in anything heavier. Deep down,
I knew I’d picked out the ass-hugging red skirt on purpose. The
sexual hiatus was getting to me as well.
    Though I wasn’t about to admit it to Ian.
    “You can’t abandon Emmett.”
    Ian shoved up the material of my skirt. An
evil grin appeared on his face. “That’s what I thought.” Except his
wasn’t talking about his responsibilities to his client. He slid
his index finger under the waistband of the red lace thong I wore.
With a jerk of his hand, the elastic and lace ripped. He yanked the
shreds of my thong from my body and shoved the remains in the
pocket of his trousers.
    “What do you think you’re doing?”
    He ignored my harsh whisper and lifted my
knees over his shoulders. His head dipped.
    “I’m serious, Ian. You can’t—” I slapped my
hands over my mouth to stifle my shriek. Even though I’d been
expecting it, the sensation of his tongue caressing my open slit
nearly shot me into orbit.
    “Ian…” My reprimand turned into a moan. Oh,
god, the man had a way with his mouth. My body shuddered as he
lightly sucked my clit. Little ribbons of pleasure curled through
me.
    “Hmmm…”
    I cried out at the vibration against delicate
flesh. My hips bucked at the intense sensation. His fingertips dug
into my skin and muscle, attempting to keep me still as he
continued his erotic torture.
    Common sense had prevented me from ever thinking about having sex in an office. But when it came to
Ian Hollister, I had no shame. The silver in his hair reflected the
setting sun as he continued running his tongue over my slit,
seeking out and massaging every crevice.
    “Ian, please…” Please what? I wanted
him to stop. Didn’t I? The CEO shouldn’t have her pussy eaten on
the conference room table by a board member.
    My body had other ideas though. The threads
of my impending orgasm knotted inside me. I couldn’t stop what was
about to happen if I wanted to. I shoved my right knuckle into my
mouth and prayed it would be sufficient to muffle me.
    With his delicate bite on my clit, the knot
tore open. Waves of carnal bliss shook me. My fist dampened my
scream, but didn’t entirely deaden it. Please don’t let anybody
be hanging outside the conference room door.
    Soft strokes of Ian’s tongue soothed my pussy
while I gasped for air. With a final kiss on my clit, he peered
over my bush, a grin reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat on his
face.
    I glared at him. Angry at him for knowing how
to manipulate my body. Angry at myself for not wanting to stop him.
“You’re a fucking bastard.”
    “No, I’m a pussy-licking bastard. We haven’t
got to the fucking part yet.” He carefully lifted my legs from his
shoulders and straightened. He stared at my naked pussy for a
moment before he gave an exaggerated sigh.
    Expectation ran thick in my mouth, my blood,
my juices, but he didn’t unzip his trousers. Instead, he shoved his
paperwork in his case, turned and strode toward the door. What
exactly was he trying to prove?
    I sat up and slid off the table. “Where the
hell do you think you’re going? I’m not finished with you yet!” I
struggled to yank my skirt back into place.
    He looked over his shoulder. His eyes
crinkled with his sly smile. “You came. I didn’t. Seems to me like
you got the better end of the deal.”
    “We haven’t finished discussing the market
expansion.” It was the first excuse I could come up with in my
endorphin-soaked brain.
    “Then we’ll discuss it on the way home.” He
opened the conference room door and stalked out.
    “‘Home’?” I grabbed my purse and folders
before I chased after him. The lights were out in the offices,
meaning everyone had left except us.
    Nonchalant, he waited at the bank of
elevators.
    “What do you mean ‘home’?” I demanded.
    His wicked grin was gone. An ultra-serious
expression had replaced it. “You haven’t