Free One Night for Love by Maggie Marr Page B

should answer me,” he said.
    His thumb stroked over her clit. Finally she moved, her knees nearly buckled, and a long gasp hissed over her lips.
    “So this is what it’s to be like?” She grasped him through the fabric of his pants.
    “I certainly hope so,” he said.
    His fingers pulsed in and out of her and Prim’s breath grew shorter.
    “Tell me what I want to know.” He wrapped his free hand into her long black hair.
    And pulled.
    Her head tilted back and her chin jutted forward. He pressed his lips to that long, lovely neck.
    “I was with …”
    His lips reached the pulse point on her neck. She closed her eyes.
    “Tell me,” he said. He pulled his hand back from pressing on her clit, from giving her the pleasure that she’d rolled her hips into. She was so near release.
    “No, no … don’t stop.” Her eyes opened and her hungry gaze landed on him. She wanted more of his touch. More from him. She had surrendered to him.
    “Where were you?”
    “I was with Meg,” she said. Her hips pressed forward again and sought his touch.
    He pressed his finger hard against her clit as reward for her response.
    A low moan escaped her mouth. “Yes, yes.” Her hand moved across him. She clutched again at his cock and pulled at the zipper of his pants. She stroked him.
    He flipped her around toward the wall of the elevator, and she clasped the rail with her hands. Her ass. That beautiful, full round ass. He stroked one hand over soft skin while he released his finger from the heat of her.
    “Fuck me,” Prim said.
    She need not ask again.
    He grasped his cock and pressed into her with one hard stroke.
    “God, Tristan, yes.”
    She braced her hands on the wall of his elevator. Her sex clenched around him and his cock throbbed. He pushed deeper into her. He kept one arm wrapped around her, and his fingertip pressed her clit. Prim’s hips thrust back to meet his every stroke. He pushed hard into her. A shriek escaped her mouth. His fingers now wove through her hair and he pulled on the luxurious strands that were wrapped around his hand.
    “Yes, yes,” she said. “Pull harder, my God, pull harder.”
    Tristan pulled harder and thrust deep into her.
    She bent forward and he felt the sweet, hot jet of release, his body unable to contain the pleasure.

 
Chapter Ten
     
    They closed the deal. At lunch, the president of Tri-Comm was mesmerized by Prim. She sat between them and exuded an air of confidence that was irresistible. Perhaps it was from being freshly fucked. Or maybe it was from how Tristan’s hand trailed up over her thigh when they were served dessert, causing her to open her legs to him and let his fingertips trace circles around the soft, inner part of her thigh. She sipped her coffee and pretended she wasn’t being turned on again by Tristan’s touch. Or maybe she got that extra sparkle from knowing that she wore no panties, that her pussy was exposed to Tristan, to the world, that under her skirt there was nothing between her and his desire. Whatever the reason, they closed the deal. The second lucrative deal in less than two weeks.
    Together, she and Tristan made a formidable business team. A fact not lost on Prim and as a successful businessman, a fact not lost on Tristan either.
    “Nice work,” Tristan said. He leaned back against the leather of the town car. “Despite my not being able to keep my hands off you.”
    “First Flixster and now Tri-Comm—both are excellent deals for Metro.” The deals would generate greater revenue for Metro. Prim glanced toward Tristan. “Do you enjoy working toward the healthy future of Metro?”
    The muscle in Tristan’s jaw flinched, a subtle tell that occurred when Tristan was either deeply aroused or was biting back his words. “I enjoy closing deals. Don’t you?”
    “Of course,” Prim said. “But I wonder if the cause of our enjoyment differs.”
    A placid expression settled on his face. He neither asked her to continue nor stopped the