Stefanie London - Dirty Devil / The Fling

I gave a shaky nod, my vocal cords momentarily escaping my conscious control. And that was all he needed.

He leaned forward, his hands sliding up to my hips, pulling me towards him, right to the edge of the desk. Then he put his palms on my inner thighs, holding me open as he bent his head, and his breath washed over my skin. I trembled at the sensation of warmth, and then again as his mouth brushed my inner thigh, a gasp escaping me. The kiss was like a hot coal pressed to my flesh, only without the pain, delivering delicious heat and intense pleasure instead.

I’d barely got used to his mouth when his fingers slid caressingly up my thighs to the slickness of my sex, and I shuddered, my breath catching hard as he touched me, gently spreading me open.

I found myself staring down at him, the sight of his dark head between my spread legs disturbingly erotic. The way he was touching me, opening me up with his fingers, was so careful, as if he was parting the petals of a flower. I’d never been touched like this before. So gently, as if I was something precious, and it made me feel oddly vulnerable, some part of me wanting him to stop, to tell him that I didn’t like it. But I did like it. And I didn’t want him to stop.

I shut my eyes and bit my lip, tensing as his finger circled around my clit, so close and yet not quite touching, teasing me, the vague friction scattering pleasure across my skin like sparks. Then he did it again and I couldn’t stop the low moan that broke from me or still the jerk of my hips. ‘Please...’ I said, even though I hadn’t meant to.

He made a rough sound that could have been either approval or denial, but either way I felt the vibration of it like a touch. And I was just shivering through that when he swept his tongue up the length of my sex, licking me as though I was his favourite ice cream.

I cried out as pleasure rippled the length of my body, and then he licked me again, long and slow, turning the pleasure sharper, more intense.

I jerked in his grip, unable to keep still, wriggling on the desktop as his tongue swept over me again, trying to direct him, because he kept missing the place I desperately wanted him to touch.

But all he did was laugh, a low and sexy rumble, his hands shifting to my hips and gripping me, holding me in place. ‘Oh, no, you don’t.’ His breath was warm against my skin. ‘Not yet. You taste too fucking good for me to take this anything but slow.’

God, really? I didn’t think I could survive slow.

My hands had reached down of their own accord somehow, finding the soft black spikes of his hair, my fingers twisting into them, trying to direct his teasing mouth. He only gave another rumbling laugh before pushing his tongue deep inside me.

My head went back, a hoarse cry escaping me as the pleasure burned brighter, hotter. I shuddered, pulling at his hair, trying to move my hips, searching for more pressure, more friction, but he held me still, not letting me move. He was clearly in no hurry, exploring me in a series of lazy licks, nips and soft kisses. The alternating pressures and sensations intensified the pleasure, making me pant, my whole body shaking.

I was so ready to come, so ready. And yet he didn’t push me over, making the pleasure build higher and higher while he held the climax just out of reach.

I think I begged him. I know I pleaded with him. But either he didn’t listen or he was enjoying playing with me, because he kept me hovering on the edge for what felt like an eternity. Giving me light licks and then some thrusts of his tongue, a tease on my clit, then strokes of his fingers on my inner thighs, gentle touches and caresses.

It was too much. It was not enough.

I felt as though I was coming apart at the seams when he finally tipped me over, sucking on my clit and sliding two fingers inside me, the pressure and friction enough to make me throw back my head and scream as the pleasure detonated like a bomb inside me.

Every thought in my head turned to ash and blew away.

I lay there, my brain empty, the aftershocks pulsing through me, utterly boneless and not thinking about anything in particular.

Blackwood trailed soft kisses up my inner thighs, nuzzling against my skin, the prickle of his jaw sending delicious shivers everywhere.

‘Yeah, I called it. You did taste fucking amazing,’ he murmured, his breath warm. ‘I could have kept doing that all night.’

‘I’m not sure I could,’ I said with total honesty, my voice cracked. ‘I think I’m pretty much dead as it is.’

He laughed that sexy laugh and I had the odd urge to wrap it around me and snuggle up in it. ‘Tell me, Sugar,’ he said after a moment, very conversationally, stroking my thighs with unhurried fingers. ‘You’re here for the Red Queen, aren’t you?’

SHE LOOKED DELECTABLE, lying back on my desk in front of me with her legs spread, the black curls of her pussy all slick on her bare flesh, her inner thighs glistening from my mouth and her own arousal.

She was also totally unguarded, which made it the perfect time to get the truth out of her.

Because of course she was here for the Red Queen. Nothing else made sense. I had plenty of other jewels, but no one had tried to take them before, and I’d only just got my hands on this necklace. The timing was right.

Besides, no one but a thief would have had the skills to open the lock on my door. And I knew thieves. I’d met plenty of them back in Sydney while I’d been working security at various different clubs. The best knew how to deal with security systems and how to move around unnoticed. They were fast, patient and also incredibly observant.

Very much like this woman, in fact.

Because she was fast—she’d certainly disappeared into my office fast enough—and she had the skills to bypass my security systems. There was also that guarded, watchful quality to her. As if she was noticing things to file away in her memory for future reference.

Yeah, I’d lay money on her being a thief.

I stared at her, lying there on the desk, her breathing fast, echoing in the silence of the office. The scent of aroused woman and the salty-sweet taste of her in my mouth was making my cock start to get interested again. My cock didn’t care that she was a thief. My cock just wanted that gorgeous pussy all spread out before me.

Too bad. She might have nearly made me lose it against the windows not ten minutes ago with that sweet mouth, but I had control of the situation now, and she wasn’t getting it back.

I’d spent months tracking that necklace down and I wasn’t about to let some sweet-faced pseudo-waitress take it from me, no matter how sexy she was.

You didn’t get to be the head of a multi-billion-dollar company by being complacent, after all.

I felt her muscles tighten and I firmed my grip on her thighs, holding her there, because I wasn’t going to let her get away.

Slowly, she sat up, her eyes dark and shocked in her flushed face. Strands of glossy brown hair stuck to her forehead and cheek, the mouth that had nearly made me lose my goddamn mind full and red and pouty.

My cock got even harder.

‘What did you say?’ she asked faintly.

‘I think you heard me.’

‘I don’t know what you’re—’

‘Don’t even try to deny it, Sugar. You might have blown my fucking mind with that gorgeous mouth and sweet little pussy of yours but my memory is fully intact.’

Her mouth opened then shut. She looked away, smoothing down her uniform and pulling her legs together to cover herself. Her hands trembled, the way they had as she’d undone my fly, but this time I didn’t touch her.

The expression on her face gave nothing away, but that shake of her hands told me all I needed to know.