Free Shattered Heart (The Hart Series) by Ann Stewart, Stephanie Nash Page A

business man’s wet dream in these thigh highs and fuck me
heels spread across my desk.” 
    Not having to
ask, Alex pushes open my willing legs.  Slowly, like he’s painting a picture in
his mind, he pulls down my panties and puts them in his front pocket.  “For
later,” he says, giving me his sinful smirk while he places my legs over his
shoulders.  His hands run over the smooth material of my stockings, but never
removing them as he focuses deeply on my already drenched core.
    “I’ve been
craving you for weeks, dying to remember your taste on my tongue.”  My body
quivers as he grips my thighs, kissing his way up to my apex.  I unravel when
his thumb starts to massage me, my hand grasping his as he continues to sends
shivers of ecstasy all over my body. 
    “Alex,” I moan,
panting through ragged breaths as I rub myself against his eager fingers.
    “Do you want me
to stop?”  His voice teases while he watches me squirm with pleasure with each
circular motion of his thumb.
    “No, please don’t,”
I beg.  Reaching back, I grasp the edge of his desk.  The sound of something
plummeting against the floor doesn’t stop Alex’s efforts.  “Sorry…fuck!”  With
another moan escaping my lips, I squeeze my eyes shut.
    I practically
convulse in pleasure as Alex runs his tongue along my folds.  My hips begin to
gyrate in unison; his tongue continuing to explore me thoroughly.  My climax
builds as I move my grip to Alex’s hair, holding him against me.
    Mind empty of
all consequences, I relish only in the pleasure as I focus on Alex and having
him this close to me.  Part of the excitement is knowing that against all odds,
we’re together.  The rest is Alex, and how he makes me feel.  The heartache is
knowing that this is only temporary.  Whatever pleasure we have will always be
cut short, short of the forever we deserve.
    My body
explodes.  His hand barely clasps over my mouth to drown out my ecstasy. 
Almost instantaneously, the warmth of his mouth is replaced.  The sound of his
zipper is the last thing I remember before Alex plunges deep inside of me;
deeper than he’s ever been.  In a moment of sheer desperation, his body rolls
against mine while his hands move frantically over my body, acting as if this
is our last time together.  But, instead of focusing on our inevitable
separation, I decide to bask in this feeling.  Sitting up, I run my fingers
along his body, helping him out of his dress shirt.  I need to feel his
skin on mine.  As Alex pumps into me, I desperately undo the remaining buttons
and toss it to the floor.  The sensation of him against my finger tips is
addictive, and I can’t help but run my nails across his back before settling my
hands on his firm ass, pulling him into me.
    “I love you…I’ve
never stopped loving you…I never will.”  Alex continues to thrust into me,
whispering his adoration, pushing down my bra before taking my nipple into his
mouth.  I fight back the urge to confess my undying love for him, only able to
grit my teeth as another climax builds.  “I’ll never let you go.  You’re mine. 
I’ll always find my way back to you.”
    Forcefully I hug
Alex to me, listening to his appreciative groans when he finds his own
release.  Guilt washes over me as I let his words sink in.  But, I can’t seem
to let go.  I know I’m not helping him by using his body like a yo-yo whenever
I see fit.  It’s not fair to either of us to continue to hold onto something
that can’t be. 
    Never leaving my
body, Alex nuzzles against me and stills when he hears my soft sobs.  Why can’t
this be easier?  Why can’t we just love each other and be happy?  Why does
everything in my life have to be so damn hard?!
    Alex leans up,
searching my face at the same time his fingers run down my cheek, concern
etched in every inch of his face.  “Hart?” 
    This is what it
feels like to break down.  “I keep doing this to you.  You’re going to end