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and complemented the odd juxtaposition of her grey-blue eyes and dark hair.
At their last meeting in his office she had told him that she needed more information than was offered in the official file, but he wasnât about to risk his job for a mere bribe. In response, she had made a pretence of brushing something from his suitcoat and commented on how strong and firm his shoulders were. She had let her hands run down his chest to pause at the taut muscles of his abdomen. Her fingers had sent electric shocks down to his groin. Heâd reached for her then, but sheâd smiled and kept her hands pressed on his belly to keep him at bay. âI like what I see. I like what I feel,â sheâd whispered. âBut I canât let myself give in while there is business to be done.â She had quietly stated that business. She wanted to see the initial accident report rather than the one prepared for public release.
When he made his own investigation of the papers, heâd realised why she suspected there was more to the aircraft incident than had previously been made available. By then, he had already made his decision to do whatever he needed to do to have herâto test the promise in those seductive, grey-blue eyes.
The elevator came to a halt and he stepped out into the carpeted corridor. He paused for a moment, then walked to the door marked Ramanova and Company Ltd .
She was waiting for him on the sofa, a cigarette in her hand, a magazine on her lap. She stood as he approached and pressed her hands to his chest as she had that last time. His abdomen muscles clenched.
âYou have it?â she asked.
âYes.â His voice was thick with the constriction in his throat. He hesitated before handing her the leather folder.
She took it and, without looking at the contents, threw it on her desk.
âYou donât want to check it?â he asked.
She pushed the suit coat from his shoulders. âNo,â she said as she began to loosen his tie.
He tried to assist her, becoming impatient with the way she slowly teased at the knot.
She pushed his hands away. âNo,â she said. âWe will do this my way.â Then her tone softened. âBesidesâ¦you donât want to rush this, do you? I promise you, it will be more enjoyable if you allow me to do as I please. Agreed?â
He couldnât trust his voice and merely nodded.
âGood. Then you are to remain perfectly still.â
She killed the lights, leaving only the night sky and the glow of the city to illuminate the room.
She returned to him and slipped his tie from around his neck. She quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, pulling back the fabric to expose his chest. She slid her hands over his bare skin, caressing him before pinching a nipple. He groaned with pleasure and pain.
He could resist her no longer and his hand went to her breast. He grasped its fullness and heard her take a sharp breath.
She pushed his hand away. âI said, no!â Even in the dim light he could see a flash of anger in her eyes, and then she softened. Again, the grey-blue eyes held a promise. âBe patient. Let me have my pleasure and then I promise you can do whatever you want.â
He dropped his hands to his sides and, with a great deal of self-control, kept them there as she slipped off his shirt and loosened his trousers. They fell around his ankles and he felt a little ridiculous.
She licked his nipple and sucked it as she slipped her hand into his underpants. He gasped as her fingers closed around his erect penis. She knelt and took the fullness of him into her mouth, rolling her tongue around him, and then closing her mouth to hold him firmly there.
He could resist it no more and grasped a handful of her thick brown hair and held her to him. He knew he would continue to provide any information she asked because there was nothing as maddeningly sensuous as what he was feeling at that very moment.
The rising
At their last meeting in his office she had told him that she needed more information than was offered in the official file, but he wasnât about to risk his job for a mere bribe. In response, she had made a pretence of brushing something from his suitcoat and commented on how strong and firm his shoulders were. She had let her hands run down his chest to pause at the taut muscles of his abdomen. Her fingers had sent electric shocks down to his groin. Heâd reached for her then, but sheâd smiled and kept her hands pressed on his belly to keep him at bay. âI like what I see. I like what I feel,â sheâd whispered. âBut I canât let myself give in while there is business to be done.â She had quietly stated that business. She wanted to see the initial accident report rather than the one prepared for public release.
When he made his own investigation of the papers, heâd realised why she suspected there was more to the aircraft incident than had previously been made available. By then, he had already made his decision to do whatever he needed to do to have herâto test the promise in those seductive, grey-blue eyes.
The elevator came to a halt and he stepped out into the carpeted corridor. He paused for a moment, then walked to the door marked Ramanova and Company Ltd .
She was waiting for him on the sofa, a cigarette in her hand, a magazine on her lap. She stood as he approached and pressed her hands to his chest as she had that last time. His abdomen muscles clenched.
âYou have it?â she asked.
âYes.â His voice was thick with the constriction in his throat. He hesitated before handing her the leather folder.
She took it and, without looking at the contents, threw it on her desk.
âYou donât want to check it?â he asked.
She pushed the suit coat from his shoulders. âNo,â she said as she began to loosen his tie.
He tried to assist her, becoming impatient with the way she slowly teased at the knot.
She pushed his hands away. âNo,â she said. âWe will do this my way.â Then her tone softened. âBesidesâ¦you donât want to rush this, do you? I promise you, it will be more enjoyable if you allow me to do as I please. Agreed?â
He couldnât trust his voice and merely nodded.
âGood. Then you are to remain perfectly still.â
She killed the lights, leaving only the night sky and the glow of the city to illuminate the room.
She returned to him and slipped his tie from around his neck. She quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, pulling back the fabric to expose his chest. She slid her hands over his bare skin, caressing him before pinching a nipple. He groaned with pleasure and pain.
He could resist her no longer and his hand went to her breast. He grasped its fullness and heard her take a sharp breath.
She pushed his hand away. âI said, no!â Even in the dim light he could see a flash of anger in her eyes, and then she softened. Again, the grey-blue eyes held a promise. âBe patient. Let me have my pleasure and then I promise you can do whatever you want.â
He dropped his hands to his sides and, with a great deal of self-control, kept them there as she slipped off his shirt and loosened his trousers. They fell around his ankles and he felt a little ridiculous.
She licked his nipple and sucked it as she slipped her hand into his underpants. He gasped as her fingers closed around his erect penis. She knelt and took the fullness of him into her mouth, rolling her tongue around him, and then closing her mouth to hold him firmly there.
He could resist it no more and grasped a handful of her thick brown hair and held her to him. He knew he would continue to provide any information she asked because there was nothing as maddeningly sensuous as what he was feeling at that very moment.
The rising
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