Indecent Suggestion - By Elizabeth Bevarly Page 0,30

of lace. Again and again he licked her swollen flesh through the fabric, drawing indolent circles with the tip of his tongue before closing his mouth over her more completely. But he couldn’t suck her fully into his mouth the way he wanted to, so, reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra, helped her shrug out of it, and cast it aside.

Her breasts were glorious as they spilled free, full and round and ripe. Never in his life had he seen a more perfectly formed woman than Becca. He pressed his face to her again, palming one breast firmly under his hand as he guided the other to his mouth and began licking it again, this time flesh to flesh. She tasted…so sweet. Her skin was hot, silky and luscious, and he knew there would never come a time when he didn’t want to fill his hands and mouth with her. All of her.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and drew his head closer, scooting her hips forward, toward his waist. The friction created by the movement made his cock lurch higher, and she gasped as his hard rod rubbed against her.

He moved his mouth to her other breast. Her fingers circled his wrist, and when she shifted her hips backward again, she tugged his hand between her legs. Turner felt her heat before his fingers even made contact with her wet panties, but Becca kept her hand cupped over his, shoving his fingers against her. As he caressed her through the silk, he felt the fabric grow wetter and hotter still, and he knew she was hotter and wetter beneath it, ready for him.

He wanted so badly to free his dick from his trousers and ram it inside her to the hilt, right here, right now. Her breath against his temple was as fiery and steamy as the rest of her, coming in ragged, irregular gulps every time he stroked her.

“Again, Turner,” she gasped against his ear. “Finger me again. Harder. Faster. And then I want your cock inside me.”

“Oh, Becca,” he said. But even as he ground out her name, he knew there was no way he could take her here like this. They were at work, for God’s sake. And it wasn’t long after office hours. There could still be a couple of people around. He didn’t know why she suddenly wanted to have sex with him, and he figured he probably shouldn’t question it. But he wanted their first time together to be someplace where they could spend more time exploring and satisfying each other. He didn’t want it to be a quickie on her desk, when they weren’t even completely undressed.

Although he had no idea where he found the strength to do it, he moved his head back from her breast and jerked his hand from between her legs, fighting her efforts to pull him back to both places.

“No, Becca,” he said, amazed to hear himself say it. “We can’t. Not here. Not now. Not like this.”

Her disappointment was almost palpable. “Yes, we can,” she insisted breathlessly, crowding against him again. “Please, Turner. I need you. I want you. I want your cock inside me. Now.”

She moved her hand between his legs this time, finding his dick and rubbing it hard. He cried out at the fire that shot through him, but somehow managed to grasp her wrist and pull her hand away.

Her eyes, still dark with her passion, clouded over. “Please,” she whispered again.

He shook his head. And told her again, “No, Becca. Not like this.”

“But—”

“McCloud! Mercer!”

“Oh, shit,” Turner said when he heard the booming voice of their employer.

Without thinking, he jumped up from his chair, taking Becca with him. She nearly fell to the floor, but he caught her and set her upright, his fingers curled around her bare arms, her naked breasts shuddering. Before he had a chance to say another word, she pushed herself up on tiptoe and covered his mouth with hers, wrapping her arms around his waist to pull him close.

She still wanted to do it, even with their boss within shouting distance. What the hell had gotten into her?

Through no small effort, Turner disentangled himself from her half-naked body and set her at arm’s length, holding her there firmly when she obviously wanted to lunge forward again.

“It’s Englund, Becca,” he hissed, as loudly as he dared. “Our boss, remember? Get dressed. I’ll stall him.”

She didn’t seem to have heard a word he said, because she reached for