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He lashed his tongue over the other nipple. Rachel felt the heat all the way to her core, and her skin prickled sweetly. Big, brown eyes smiled up at her.
“And so are you,” she said. “Let’s get back to the shoe research, shall we? You think the shoe is only as attractive as the woman wearing it?”
His sigh echoed what must be his growing frustration. But Rachel wouldn’t tease much longer. Still. She did have work to do.
“The woman doesn’t have to be a certain kind of attractive,” he said, “it’s all in how she carries herself while wearing the shoe.”
“That’s perfect,” Rachel gasped as he leaned back and unzipped his pants. “The shoe makes a woman carry herself with more confidence. Gives her more power. Makes her feel sexual. Sensual. But that’s been overdone.” She exhaled, sighing futilely, then realized she was pouting.
Not on her watch.
With a tilt of her hips, she dragged a strappy, sexy shoe over the front of Zac’s pants and toggled the head of his emerging cock with the hard, black stiletto heel. He ground her name out through a tense jaw and gripped her ankle.
“You’ve confidence in spades, Rachel. I don’t think you need the shoes for that. But you can keep them on.”
He groaned and shoved down his pants to his ankles then quickly made work of her clingy jersey skirt. She stepped out of it and straddled his lap, lowering, her heels clicking together above his knees.
“Come on,” he dared her. “Ride me. I’ve heard sex is good for creativity.”
“Oh, trust me, it is. And I will take all the creative mojo you’re willing to give me.”
She lowered onto his erection, humming deep in her throat as the hot, molten steel of him filled her, pierced her. Bowing to receive his kiss, Rachel rocked her hips, riding him. Taking exactly what she wanted, and giving in return.
The man groaned and leaned back, his palms sliding along her ribs and up to her breasts until his thumbs found her nipples. He pinched both, and the electric but sexy pain ramped up her rhythm.
“Yes, faster,” he murmured.
His head tilted back and his eyes closed. He’d surrendered to the sensations, the moment, the dive into the creative well. For, truly, Rachel felt every part of her come alive, hum and tingle with energy. Oxygen infused her brain. Perspiration bejeweled her breasts, slickening Zac’s pulling and tweaking of her nipples. Everything felt right. The challenges of work slipped away. This man filled her with all that she needed and could ever want.
Rachel felt his hips begin to shake as orgasm taunted him, urging him to release. So she gripped the base of his penis and squeezed, hoping it would prolong his release while she got off on the pistoning pleasure of riding him. Slipping him out, she then rubbed his hard, wet erection against her clit, causing Zac to moan even louder.
And when he tilted his head forward and met her gaze, she recognized the want and need, combined with unrelenting desire there. Taking him inside her again, she gasped as all parts of her hummed and soared toward the same precipice he balanced upon. And when he gripped her hips and slammed up into her, holding tight, they both came, shouting, gasping. Rachel even laughed a little as the tremendous release relaxed her muscles and she collapsed against his chest.
They sat there for long minutes, breathing in oranges and spice, listening to the heartbeats of one another. He was perfect. Handsome, smart, talented, and incredibly well-built. And attentive to her needs in a way she’d never before experienced from a man. He was everything a woman could ever want.
Did she want him? For more than just a few hot and heavy hookups?
“I want you,” he singsonged as he stroked the hair spilling down her back, “I need you…”
Rachel sat up a little and met his heavy-lidded gaze. “I heard you humming that tune when you were under my desk. What is it?”
“Elvis.”
“Oh, yes, now I recognize it. Hmm,
“And so are you,” she said. “Let’s get back to the shoe research, shall we? You think the shoe is only as attractive as the woman wearing it?”
His sigh echoed what must be his growing frustration. But Rachel wouldn’t tease much longer. Still. She did have work to do.
“The woman doesn’t have to be a certain kind of attractive,” he said, “it’s all in how she carries herself while wearing the shoe.”
“That’s perfect,” Rachel gasped as he leaned back and unzipped his pants. “The shoe makes a woman carry herself with more confidence. Gives her more power. Makes her feel sexual. Sensual. But that’s been overdone.” She exhaled, sighing futilely, then realized she was pouting.
Not on her watch.
With a tilt of her hips, she dragged a strappy, sexy shoe over the front of Zac’s pants and toggled the head of his emerging cock with the hard, black stiletto heel. He ground her name out through a tense jaw and gripped her ankle.
“You’ve confidence in spades, Rachel. I don’t think you need the shoes for that. But you can keep them on.”
He groaned and shoved down his pants to his ankles then quickly made work of her clingy jersey skirt. She stepped out of it and straddled his lap, lowering, her heels clicking together above his knees.
“Come on,” he dared her. “Ride me. I’ve heard sex is good for creativity.”
“Oh, trust me, it is. And I will take all the creative mojo you’re willing to give me.”
She lowered onto his erection, humming deep in her throat as the hot, molten steel of him filled her, pierced her. Bowing to receive his kiss, Rachel rocked her hips, riding him. Taking exactly what she wanted, and giving in return.
The man groaned and leaned back, his palms sliding along her ribs and up to her breasts until his thumbs found her nipples. He pinched both, and the electric but sexy pain ramped up her rhythm.
“Yes, faster,” he murmured.
His head tilted back and his eyes closed. He’d surrendered to the sensations, the moment, the dive into the creative well. For, truly, Rachel felt every part of her come alive, hum and tingle with energy. Oxygen infused her brain. Perspiration bejeweled her breasts, slickening Zac’s pulling and tweaking of her nipples. Everything felt right. The challenges of work slipped away. This man filled her with all that she needed and could ever want.
Rachel felt his hips begin to shake as orgasm taunted him, urging him to release. So she gripped the base of his penis and squeezed, hoping it would prolong his release while she got off on the pistoning pleasure of riding him. Slipping him out, she then rubbed his hard, wet erection against her clit, causing Zac to moan even louder.
And when he tilted his head forward and met her gaze, she recognized the want and need, combined with unrelenting desire there. Taking him inside her again, she gasped as all parts of her hummed and soared toward the same precipice he balanced upon. And when he gripped her hips and slammed up into her, holding tight, they both came, shouting, gasping. Rachel even laughed a little as the tremendous release relaxed her muscles and she collapsed against his chest.
They sat there for long minutes, breathing in oranges and spice, listening to the heartbeats of one another. He was perfect. Handsome, smart, talented, and incredibly well-built. And attentive to her needs in a way she’d never before experienced from a man. He was everything a woman could ever want.
Did she want him? For more than just a few hot and heavy hookups?
“I want you,” he singsonged as he stroked the hair spilling down her back, “I need you…”
Rachel sat up a little and met his heavy-lidded gaze. “I heard you humming that tune when you were under my desk. What is it?”
“Elvis.”
“Oh, yes, now I recognize it. Hmm,
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