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  ‘Gayle doesn’t think we should be doing this,’ he murmured.

  Robyn sniffed. ‘Gayle’s not paid to think. She’s only a PA.’

  Not wanting to continue the conversation, she circled her arm around Dominic’s waist and guided him along the galleried landing towards her bedroom.

  ‘What does your husband think about this?’

  Feigning indifference, Robyn shrugged.

  ‘I don’t believe Harold knows about this. But if you’re that desperate for his opinion, you could always ask him afterwards.’

  Hoping the finality in her voice would end that avenue of conversation, Robyn pushed him through the bedroom door.

  For a moment, they were locked in darkness. There was only the sound of his breathing, barely audible beneath the eager panting of her own burgeoning desire. Robyn could feel the heat of his lean, hard body close to hers.

  In the lightless vacuum of the bedroom her arousal grew. The hectic pulse between her legs slowly transformed into a desperate ache that demanded satisfaction.

  The lights came on accidentally. As Dominic took her in his arms and thrust her against the wall, Robyn’s shoulder caught the switch. She blinked against the sudden flood of brightness and smiled up at his boyishly handsome face. Unable to stop herself, she raked her fingers through his tousled blond locks.

  ‘Robyn,’ he murmured.

  He had her pinned against the wall. His eager hands touched and caressed. He traversed the swell of her hips and the line of her waist. Moving upwards, his fingers brushed over the mounds of her breasts and caught the urgent thrust of her nipples. Grinning, he caressed the back of her neck and then stroked his fingers down her spine.

  She sighed and prepared to melt for him.

  Boldly, Dominic cupped the cheeks of her backside.

  Robyn felt herself being pulled against him. His erection pressed forcefully into her stomach. The size of him was large enough to make her shiver.

  She bit back a startled cry as he kissed her. His tongue slid into her open mouth. His lips bruised hers with the ferocity of his passion. The tingling between her legs had been urgent before. Now it was sharp and exposed, like a crackle of electricity. The heat of desire seared the flesh of her sex.

  Her nipples ached with their need to be touched. Her inner muscles clenched repeatedly as she anticipated the pleasure to come. Her breath had turned to a raw and ragged panting.

  ‘On the bed,’ she whispered, when he eventually moved his mouth from hers. ‘Take me on the bed. I need you. I need you now.’

  Dominic clearly needed no further encouragement.

  He glanced quickly around the bedroom, seeming unaware of its sumptuous designer charms and stylised furnishings. His interest was focused entirely on her.

  It didn’t matter to Robyn that he was overlooking the brilliant combination of pastel greens and antique brass that she had worked so hard to co-ordinate. The appraisal and the attention he was giving to her more than made up for any offence she could have taken. He carried her across the four brisk steps from the door to the bed. He completed the journey by hurling her onto the bed with an understated show of strength.

  Robyn bounced in the centre of the four-poster, momentarily lost in an explosion of faux-suede sheets. She brushed long blonde locks away from her face and shook her hair back into some semblance of style.

  When she glanced at him he was smiling down at her with a lusty grin.

  Lowering her gaze she noticed the swell at the front of his pants had pushed the fabric out of shape. His erection was clearly large.

  She caught an eager breath in anticipation. She was desperate for him.

  When she landed on the bed, the hem of her skirt had ridden up. The tops of her stockings were exposed, along with a thin line of the pale flesh at her inner thighs. Although she couldn’t see, she suspected the crotch of her panties was also visible to him. Holding his gaze, she reached down and stroked a finger against the gusset of her exposed crotch.

  The desire in his eyes gleamed.

  ‘Do you want me to take these off?’ she whispered.

  Dumbstruck, he nodded.

  Robyn raised her eyebrows. Her fingertip trailed lazily back and forth against the silky panel of fabric. The whisper of sensation was like an angel’s kiss against her crotch. She shook her head and prepared to ask the question for a second time.

  ‘Do you want me to take these off?’ she repeated slowly. ‘Or are you going to do it for me?’

  The words were like a switch.

  He dropped to his knees beside the bed and placed his hands on her stocking-clad thighs. Smiling into her face, he teased the tips of his fingers against the elasticated band of her panties. Slowly, he began to ease the fabric away.

  Robyn was tempted to pull him on top of her and demand that he fuck her hard and fuck her now. She was horny and desperate to have him inside her. But she resisted the urge. She was going to have him eventually and knew that savouring each moment would bring its own reward in the ultimate explosion of her climax.

  The panties were eased slowly away from her wanton flesh.

  Her pussy lips, wet with arousal, kissed the gusset farewell. And then the fabric was drawn down her legs and over her ankles. When his fingers reached for the tops of her stockings, she placed a hand on his and shook her head.

  ‘Let me wear those,’ she said firmly. ‘I always believe that sex feels so much more illicit when I’m wearing stockings.’

  ‘You like illicit sex?’

  ‘Illicit sex is the best sort, isn’t it?’

  His lecherous smile was as good as a nod of agreement.

  Moving his head closer he said, ‘The stockings might restrict me a little. If I want to kiss your legs, I can only kiss the skin here.’

  To illustrate where he meant he placed his lips against her inner thigh. His warm breath touched her bare skin and his tousled hair tickled her pussy.

  Robyn drew a jagged breath.

  Every muscle in her body was tense with revitalised excitement. The sensation bit a second time when he moved his mouth to her other leg. Although she couldn’t be certain, she thought he had moved his head higher.

  Her heart pounded as he kissed her a third time.

  His lips had shifted infuriatingly close to the crease between her legs. His hands caressed her through the sheer denier of her stockings. He was warming her flesh until she shivered. When he placed the fourth kiss against her, she shoved a fist into her mouth to suppress the scream of joy.

  * * *

  Gayle placed herself deliberately between Harold and the foot of the stairs. In an attempt to appear casual about the stance, she smiled at him and tried to think of an appropriate conversation opener. She had silently selected and discounted half a dozen before the urgency of the situation made her blurt the first thing to cross her mind.

  ‘I’ve barely seen you in the office for the past few months.’

  Harold frowned. ‘We were talking yesterday,’ he reminded her. ‘That was when I gave you the invitation to this soirée.’

  She gave an embarrassed smile and coughed apologetically. ‘I meant before that,’ she told him. ‘Where have you been hiding yourself?’

  He looked away and made no attempt to disguise his sigh of exasperation. When he eventually answered her question, Gayle realised his gaze was fixed on the stairs behind her. As she watched him, she knew he was mentally tracing a route along the galleried landing towards his bedroom.

  It was the same route Robyn had taken.

  ‘Because I only relied on your secretarial services while I was between PAs,’ Harold began, ‘it shouldn’t come as any surprise that we no longer see one another in the office.’

  His eyes shone with defiance as he dared her to challenge this remark.

  ‘Of course. You have Sheridan now,’ Gayle remembered. ‘How could I forget her? That hair is so distinctive.’ She could have added that everything about Sheridan was distinctive but she suspected H
arold was already aware of Sheridan’s many charms. Snatching at another conversational gambit she asked, ‘How’s Sheridan shaping up?’

  This time Harold’s sigh was heavier. ‘Sheridan is shaping up very nicely, thank you,’ he replied. ‘Not only does she have the ability to spell correctly, she also allows me to visit the bathroom when I need to pee.’

  Gayle tried to look surprised by her own foolishness but she couldn’t manage the expression with any conviction.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she gushed. ‘I didn’t realise you wanted to get past me. You should have said. I just thought we were …’

  She left the rest of her sentence unspoken as Harold pushed her to one side and began marching up the stairs.

  He climbed four steps. The angry set of his body caused each footfall to pound as he moved away from her. Gayle could see he was an irresistible force heading to meet an immovable object, a spark waiting to set something alight. She suspected Harold finding Robyn in bed with Dominic could be sufficiently incendiary to create a terrible and devastating explosion.

  With one last hope of saving the situation, Gayle called his name.

  ‘Harold!’

  He stopped and turned to glower down at her. His frown was an unspoken question.

  Panicked by the sudden need to say something, Gayle said the first thing that popped into her head. ‘Is my spelling really that bad?’

  He didn’t bother replying. He simply turned his back on her and continued to march up the stairs towards the closed door of his bedroom.

  * * *

  There was an instant where Robyn thought she had heard someone call Harold’s name. But she couldn’t be certain. The sound came from a million miles away, muffled and muted by the layers of faux-suede that now surrounded her head. Not bothering to waste time on what was obviously a figment of her imagination, she concentrated on Dominic and his hungry mouth.

  His tongue slid viciously against the lips of her sex.

  Excitement had already made her wet but now she could feel her hole dripping with a strong, syrupy need. She yearned to pull his mouth away and have his body press against hers. But she didn’t allow herself to give in to that urge. The thrill he evoked in her clitoris was far too great for her to stop him.

  Between her legs Dominic grunted with animal passion as he lapped wetly at her sex. She caressed the back of his neck, grinning broadly to herself. A rush of pleasure built in her body and she prepared herself for the explosion of the evening’s first climax.

  For a moment, her mood was broken as she sensed a third presence in the room. Her face was buried beneath the sheets and she had to brush them away to see who it was. By the time she was able to look around, the third person was disappearing. As she gazed up from the bed, a dark-suited man stormed out of the bedroom. The door had closed on him before she could put an identity to his glimpsed back.

  It could have been Harold, she supposed.

  But it could also have been any broad-shouldered man in a tuxedo who was attending the evening’s party.

  Dismissing the intruder as a lost guest searching for the bathroom, she glanced down at Dominic’s head. The sight of him buried against her intimate flesh was the final impetus her body needed. She allowed the rush of pleasure to flow through her loins.

  He stared up at her.

  The lower half of his face was hidden as he worked his tongue deep into her sex. The appreciation she saw in his eyes was heart-warming and Robyn was struck by the first flickering pulse of an impending orgasm. Groaning happily she bucked her hips forward and let the ripple of euphoria wash over her body. Pressing herself hard against the bed, she savoured every pleasurable tremor.

  When she opened her eyes, Dominic was standing.

  His hands worked clumsily on his belt. She could see the shape of his bulging erection pushing at the front of his pants. Once again she was struck by the urgent need to have his naked body pressed against hers.

  And this time she was determined that would happen.

  ‘Wait,’ she gasped breathlessly. ‘Please, wait.’

  He hesitated, uncertain.

  She ignored the expression.

  Turning her back on him, she crawled over the sheets to her bedside cabinet and pulled open the top drawer. She knew that from this position her exposed sex would be visible to him and she swayed her hips provocatively, knowing he would be looking.

  She could mentally picture her own pussy after the tonguing he had just given. The lips of her sex would be peeled wide apart in preparation for him. The pale blonde hairs would be darkened with his saliva and plastered to the wet flesh around her hole. It was an intoxicating image and she couldn’t resist the arousal it inspired. His sigh of excitement told her that he was watching intently and she smiled to herself. With a devilish giggle, she reached inside the cabinet drawer, pondered over her choice for a moment, then turned back to him.

  ‘Here,’ Robyn said, tossing three small packets towards him. ‘Pick one.’ Moving quickly across the bed she joined him as he studied the packets she had just thrown.

  ‘Condoms?’ Dominic mused.

  ‘Which are you going to choose?’ Robyn grinned up at him. ‘Make a choice. Let me know what sort of lover you are.’

  He toyed with the three packets, tracing his finger between the black one and the multicoloured one before he selected the orange packet. After studying it curiously for a moment, he dropped it back to the bed.

  ‘You pick,’ he told her, working on his belt. ‘I don’t mind.’

  Robyn shook her head and stopped his hands.

  ‘I want you to pick one,’ she insisted. ‘You can tell a lot about a person by the type of condom they pick. I want to find out what sort of person you are.’

  As she said this, she began to unfasten the belt for him. Her fingers quickly opened the clasp and then she was sliding the strip of leather free from the belt loops. With a deft movement, she teased his zipper downwards. The pulse of his erection trembled through the fabric of his pants. She quickened her actions, eager to encounter and experience his length. Enjoying oral from a comparative stranger was a pleasant enough experience – but it was no substitute for the real thing.

  ‘They’re only rubbers.’ Selecting one at random, he said, ‘I’ll pick this one.’

  Robyn glanced at the black packet he held and shrieked.

  ‘You can’t use that one.’ Tones of mock-horror were clear in her voice. ‘You don’t know me well enough to use that one. Pick again.’

  He studied the black packet suspiciously.

  ‘What’s so special about this one?’

  She pushed his trousers down and found him naked underneath. His long eager length stood proudly to attention. The foreskin had peeled back and the dark red dome glistened wetly with pre-come. Robyn smiled at his cock and stroked her fingers against the warm flesh.

  ‘That’s a particularly “safe” brand of condom,’ she explained. Arousal added huskiness to her words. ‘It’s particularly thick and secure, for those more intimate sexual acts.’

  He was still frowning, missing the point. ‘Aren’t all sexual acts intimate?’ he asked.

  She rolled her eyes. She wondered how it was possible for someone to appear so attractive and desirable yet still be so thick-headed. It was almost as though they belonged to a different species.

  ‘It’s a rubber,’ he said dully. ‘I don’t get it. What’s so special about it?’

  Stroking his length between her fingers, Robyn eased herself from the bed and placed her mouth next to his ear.

  ‘It’s thicker,’ she whispered. She blew the words with warm breath against the sensitive flesh at his neck. ‘It’s smoother. It’s very lubricated. And it’s ultra-safe. Because it possesses all those admirable qualities, you could use it to fuck my arsehole if I consented to such a depraved act.’

  As she said the words, she felt his cock stiffen in her hand. His mouth turned on hers and he kissed her with ferocious passion.

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��I want to use this one,’ he told her brandishing the black condom. ‘I want to fuck your arse.’

  Robyn drew an excited sigh. ‘No,’ she said firmly.

  He frowned.

  ‘Not yet,’ she amended.

  Taking the condom from his fingers, she said, ‘Pick again.’

  ‘By “not yet”, what exactly do you mean?’ Dominic teased. His fingers caressed her breasts through the fabric of her dress.

  She trembled. ‘Maybe later.’

  ‘Only maybe?’

  His fingers touched her more firmly as she thrust out her nipples. His stiff cock twitched with anticipation.

  ‘Pick another,’ she insisted. Arousal added urgency to each syllable. If he continued teasing for a moment or two longer she felt sure she would relent to his request. ‘Let’s see how excited you make me, and we’ll take things from there.’

  Again, without giving the matter any more thought, he plucked a brightly coloured packet from the two remaining.

  Robyn felt her heartbeat race as she saw which he had picked. Her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, quickly unfastening them and revealing more of his body.

  ‘The fruit-flavoured one,’ she observed. Smiling into his eyes, she asked, ‘Do you want me to suck you?’

  Again his cock twitched in her hand. The desperate pulse had indicated his answer before he had the chance to voice it.

  ‘Is that what this type is for?’

  ‘It’s what I use them for,’ she said simply. She eased the shirt off his body. His broad chest was smooth and hairless. His small nipples barely jutted forward but she lowered her lips to one of them and darted her tongue against the tiny bead of flesh.

  Dominic drew a heavy sigh.

  His hands worked on her dress and although Robyn hadn’t wanted him to strip her, she allowed him to slide the zip down. As soon as it was open, she merely had to shrug her shoulders and the garment fell from her body. She stood in front of him, naked save for her stockings.

  In the palm of her hand, his eager length twitched. With a hungry gaze he took in her large breasts with the dark areolas and long, fat nipples. He reached out to touch them but she moved herself away.