Free The Mammoth Book of Erotica Presents The Best of Saskia Walker by Saskia Walker

Leonie swung into hostess mode, ushering Mike over to meet them. Once she’d made the introductions, she stepped away. They’d prepared for this moment for so long, and she had helped Frank to choose the finest beans they’d harvested, making sure the mix was perfect.
    Mike met them warmly and within moments he made Sherri laugh at length with an amusing anecdote about his long journey. He had that kind of magnetic personality – he could win anyone over. Leonie noticed that the intervening time had added a few more laughter lines around his sardonic smile, and a more relaxed twinkle to those luscious dark-brown eyes of his. He looked so bloody attractive. Leonie couldn’t keep her eyes off him while he chatted. His broad chest made her fingers ache to touch him, to lock her hands over his shoulders while she pressed her whole body to his in a true physical reunion – the sort she’d only allowed in her dreams.
    When she’d first met him, over three years earlier, he’d been the same way, charming people. Her gaze drifted over the body she knew so well. It made her long to gravitate to him, to touch him as a lover might, and she swayed. She was remembering. Remembering this one time when he’d walked into her office and closed the door behind him.
    Her office door always stayed open. The very fact he closed it sent up a warning flare.
    Then he folded his arms across his chest and nodded at her, his mouth lifting at one corner. Dressed in a fine suit he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing – polished but predatory. His expression was positively wicked, and he just stood there and looked at her, making sure she knew what he’d come for.
    Unable to resist, she rose to her feet, her legs weak under her.
    When she stepped out from behind her desk, he walked over and urged her behind the filing cabinet, where he hiked her skirt up around her waist and touched her through the flimsy barrier of her French lace panties.
    “You can’t mean to—”
    “Oh yes,” he interrupted, “I do mean to. I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.” Inserting one finger under her panties, he drew them to one side. Then he reached inside with his free hand, and slid a finger into her slit, making her gasp aloud.
    Lifting one foot then the other, she grabbed his shoulders and held on for dear life while he stroked her into a frenzy of arousal. She flashed her eyes at him, and he cinched her swollen clit between his knuckles, rocking his fingers gently until she climaxed. Lethal, he was thoroughly lethal. She was still clinging to him – her thighs taut and shuddering, her pussy slick with her juices – when he issued his next instruction.
    “Turn around.” The look in his eyes spoke of pure mastery.
    Following his command, she latched her fingers over the edge of the cabinet. He pulled her panties down her thighs, letting them trail around her ankles where they looked strangely obscene draped over her expensive designer heels. Slowly, lovingly, he’d stroked the outline of her bottom, as if savouring the shape of it, and then moved his hand lower. Even as his fingers opened her up, she grew damper, anticipating him.
    A moment later came the merciful sound of his zipper, and his command. “Bend over.”
    Bent at the waist, she clung to the cabinet as he probed inside her, his cock opening her up, stretching her and filling her to capacity. Leonie kept her eyes on the door, willing it not to open, her grateful pussy clutching his erection as she thought about the humiliation she would experience if someone walked in on them. The threat made her even hornier.
    Mike knew that, because he loved pushing her, exploring her boundaries and then edging her over them. And he’d prepared her well. His cock slid easily against her slippery walls, over and over, until he had to put his hand over her mouth when she cried out at her peak, saving her honour amongst those who had offices along the corridor.
    He threw her every time. She never