it that was on the phone and how many calls have you received?”
Her laugh was short and harsh. “You mean today or just over the past week? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. Suffice it to say that there have been numerous. I’m selling, Mr. Cunningham. If you want this building, then tell me now or it goes on the market. Your choice.”
Michael stood and walked to her. He wanted the building, but right now, right this moment, all he could think about was her leaving him. He didn’t know why that thought was there, but he suddenly didn’t want her gone. She backed away as he moved closer.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to run from a predator? As prey, you would do better to gather your forces and make a stand.” He pulled off his jacket and tossed it toward the chair. “There are greater strengths in numbers, Grace.”
“I know what I’m doing.” He moved closer as he pulled his tie loose and left it hanging. He toed off his shoes as he moved. “Unless you plan to try on one of the dresses over there you’d better stop taking off clothes.”
Her voice had gotten huskier and low. He felt it as though she’d touched him, ran her voice along his skin, and caressed him. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it free of the loops. “No. I’m not going to try on dresses. Take off your shirt, Grace. It’s making me crazy trying to imagine what you have on beneath it.” She didn’t move, but he could see her nipples harden. “Grace, take off the shirt or I will.”
She backed up several steps as he moved closer. She stopped when she backed against the long counter behind her. When he was about a foot from her he reached out, ran his fingers over her breast, and never took his eyes from hers.
“Are you bare beneath here? I can feel the lace of something and it makes my mouth water to taste you.” He lifted her breast in his hand and watched her eyes flutter closed. “Watch me, Grace. Watch while I suckle at your nipple and taste you.”
Michael stepped the last foot to her, lifted her by her ass, and sat her on the counter. Her legs opened and he moved between them and pulled her shirt over her head all in one move. He was so wrong about the lace beneath. It was more than he could have imagined.
The strapless bit of sex was black. Silky black lace that was filled with her heavy flesh and left her nipple bare. He moaned at how tight her dark nipples were and how long. He leaned down and took the hard tip into his mouth as her fingers laced in his hair. Christ, he was in heaven.
She was warm and tasted like fresh strawberries. Spreading his hand at her back, he pulled her closer as he moved his mouth up to her throat and to her shoulder. Nipping at her, he felt her legs wrap around him and he rocked them both against the ledge. Taking her mouth, devouring her, he turned them to find something, anything he could take her against. He looked at the desk and realized that even for the small size of the room, the desk was simply too far away. He lowered them to the floor.
Her hands parted his shirt; buttons flew everywhere as she tore her mouth from his and took his nipple into her mouth. He moaned when she bit him, his cock aching now to feel her clamped around him as he pounded into her. He sat up on his knees to open his pants while she pulled her pants down to her hips, lifted both legs up, and pulled them off. Michael grabbed her legs as she tossed away her pants and panties and wrapped her ankles at his shoulders.
“Are you protected? I don’t have protection, but if I’m not inside of you soon, I’m going to explode all over you.”
“Yes, no…I’m safe. I’m on the pill.” She moaned as he moved his cock at her soaking entrance. “Please, fuck me.”
Keeping her legs up, he bent her back and entered her. She was tight and hot; her walls clenched at him, rippled along his cock as he moved in and out. Michael wanted to come now, felt his balls tighten against his body even as he let her legs go and they wrapped once again around his hips. He leaned