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hadn’t heard him move. While he wasn’t exactly crowding her, the heat from his body caressed her skin with a ghostly touch. Her drink forgotten, she turned to face him.
“I have no complaints either in or out of bed, not that it’s any of your business,” she said pointedly.
“I hear that you’ve expressed an interest in the possibility of an auction.”
Again his gaze moved slowly down her body and this time it felt like a giant cat had run its tongue down her spine. It wasn’t until he stopped at her breasts that she realized her nipples were hard. Her breath caught, and she had to fight to stop herself from crossing her arms.
“I can’t say that I have an interest, it’s more of a curiosity,” she admitted.
“Curiosity is a good place to start.” He took a half step closer to her. “I’m sure your lovers have mentioned my…particular talents have they not?”
“They have.”
“Tell me, Jane. Do you wish to learn more about the sensual capabilities of your body?” His hand scorched her shoulder when he gently moved her hair back to expose her throat. When his head dipped toward hers, arousal exploded throughout her body. “I know ways to make a woman come using only my voice.”
She sucked in a noisy breath.
“Intrigued?” His breath was hot against her neck.
No.
“P-possibly,” she said.
Sliding his arm around her waist he pulled her close. Startled, she put her hands on his chest as if to push him away only to hesitate.
And he noticed.
“Do I make you nervous?”
His lips touched the base of her throat where her pulse beat frantically. When his hands slid down to her ass, he pulled her tight against his erection, she whimpered as liquid heat flooded her pussy. He made a sound of pleasure deep in his chest.
“Don’t worry, Jane Porter.” He nibbled his way down the side her neck, the gentle graze of his tongue coupled with the scrape of his teeth making it hard to think. “I’ll be very gentle…this time.”
This can’t be happening. Not here, not in her office.
His slim, artist’s fingers moved to her shirt, and he released the buttons in an unhurried fashion. With her mind screaming for her run, her body wouldn’t obey. Her limbs felt heavy with need, and her breathing deepened when her shirt fell to the floor. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, her shoulders, her chest, down her arms then back again. Catching her by the back of her neck, he hauled her close for a chaste kiss.
Warm, soft lips touched hers and she released a breath. His tongue licked her parted lips and a moan that felt like it came from her ankles worked its way up. Archer’s mouth covered hers and his tongue thrust inside. She moaned again and returned the kiss. He tasted so good like fine brandy and hot, slick, warm male flesh.
Vaguely she was aware of him guiding her to walk backwards. His thumbs caressed her nipples beneath the lacy bra until she was panting. She clenched her hands on the expensive Italian suit, but he didn’t appear to care. The world tilted when he swept her up into his arms.
“You shouldn’t be carrying me,” she whispered against his mouth. “You’ll hurt your back.”
“Beautiful Jane, it’s not my back I’m worried about.” He chuckled. “Only one body part is in danger from a woman such as you and that is my heart.”
He was kidding, right?
He carried her over to the couch, a useful office addition for the days they worked late, and laid her down. Stepping back, he stood over her and began to disrobe. As each garment was tossed aside she continuously asked herself why she’d thought him to be small when he’d walked in.
Broad shoulders, a tight stomach, narrow hips…she licked her lips. No, small wasn’t how she’d describe him now. Clad in tighty whities, his erection arched outward toward her. Without words, Archer lowered the soft cotton then bent to remove it completely. When he straightened, his hard cock stood tall and perfectly smooth.
“I have no complaints either in or out of bed, not that it’s any of your business,” she said pointedly.
“I hear that you’ve expressed an interest in the possibility of an auction.”
Again his gaze moved slowly down her body and this time it felt like a giant cat had run its tongue down her spine. It wasn’t until he stopped at her breasts that she realized her nipples were hard. Her breath caught, and she had to fight to stop herself from crossing her arms.
“I can’t say that I have an interest, it’s more of a curiosity,” she admitted.
“Curiosity is a good place to start.” He took a half step closer to her. “I’m sure your lovers have mentioned my…particular talents have they not?”
“They have.”
“Tell me, Jane. Do you wish to learn more about the sensual capabilities of your body?” His hand scorched her shoulder when he gently moved her hair back to expose her throat. When his head dipped toward hers, arousal exploded throughout her body. “I know ways to make a woman come using only my voice.”
She sucked in a noisy breath.
“Intrigued?” His breath was hot against her neck.
No.
“P-possibly,” she said.
Sliding his arm around her waist he pulled her close. Startled, she put her hands on his chest as if to push him away only to hesitate.
And he noticed.
“Do I make you nervous?”
His lips touched the base of her throat where her pulse beat frantically. When his hands slid down to her ass, he pulled her tight against his erection, she whimpered as liquid heat flooded her pussy. He made a sound of pleasure deep in his chest.
“Don’t worry, Jane Porter.” He nibbled his way down the side her neck, the gentle graze of his tongue coupled with the scrape of his teeth making it hard to think. “I’ll be very gentle…this time.”
This can’t be happening. Not here, not in her office.
His slim, artist’s fingers moved to her shirt, and he released the buttons in an unhurried fashion. With her mind screaming for her run, her body wouldn’t obey. Her limbs felt heavy with need, and her breathing deepened when her shirt fell to the floor. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, her shoulders, her chest, down her arms then back again. Catching her by the back of her neck, he hauled her close for a chaste kiss.
Warm, soft lips touched hers and she released a breath. His tongue licked her parted lips and a moan that felt like it came from her ankles worked its way up. Archer’s mouth covered hers and his tongue thrust inside. She moaned again and returned the kiss. He tasted so good like fine brandy and hot, slick, warm male flesh.
Vaguely she was aware of him guiding her to walk backwards. His thumbs caressed her nipples beneath the lacy bra until she was panting. She clenched her hands on the expensive Italian suit, but he didn’t appear to care. The world tilted when he swept her up into his arms.
“You shouldn’t be carrying me,” she whispered against his mouth. “You’ll hurt your back.”
“Beautiful Jane, it’s not my back I’m worried about.” He chuckled. “Only one body part is in danger from a woman such as you and that is my heart.”
He was kidding, right?
He carried her over to the couch, a useful office addition for the days they worked late, and laid her down. Stepping back, he stood over her and began to disrobe. As each garment was tossed aside she continuously asked herself why she’d thought him to be small when he’d walked in.
Broad shoulders, a tight stomach, narrow hips…she licked her lips. No, small wasn’t how she’d describe him now. Clad in tighty whities, his erection arched outward toward her. Without words, Archer lowered the soft cotton then bent to remove it completely. When he straightened, his hard cock stood tall and perfectly smooth.
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