Free Crime & Punishment by V.R. Dunlap Page B

it’s against corporate policy to have a relationship at work. We could get fired.”
     
    He cut her off, “That's been your excuse for months. It’s ironic coming from someone who “borrowed” $5000, something not just against corporate policy but various state and federal laws as well. Before, you might have been fired for going out with me. Well, now you will be fired if you don’t,” his voice was serious, but his brown eyes sparkled.
     
    Amy realized what he was saying was true. It was more than just losing a job. If he reported her, they could file charges and with what he had found, they would have all the proof they needed. She wouldn't just lose her job but her freedom as well.
     
    Amy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Ok, then, I suppose we could meet for dinner, and then…”
     
    He smiled, “Not good enough,” he said looking more serious than she was used to. “I want more than dinner,” he added with a rakish smile.
     
    Paul leaned forward until his lips were just inches away from her. She could feel the warmth radiating from him and it made her catch her breath.
     
    His eyes held her gaze and his voice became low and sultry.  “I can't tell you how many boring meetings I have spent in this room thinking about what it would be like to take you on this conference table. So, that's my price. If you want my silence, you will need to pay for it,” he said, hungrily looking her over.
     
    Amy looked into his eyes and realized he wasn’t kidding. He placed his hand possessively on her leg, just below the hem of her skirt and she felt her body tingle where he touched her.
     
    “Now, what's your answer?” he asked as his hand found the edge of her skirt and slipped between her legs.
     
    Amy's eyes opened wide and her hands flew to his, grabbing them and keeping him from moving them any further. His thumb continued to slide along her inner thighs, the sensation sending sparks up through her stomach. Her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily and she knew her panties were already damp.
     
    “No, you can't do that, we could both be fired,” she said again, trying desperately to reason with him.
     
    “You definitely will be fired if you don't,” he reminded her in a soft whisper.  “And as for me, well... that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said as his hands began to slide along the edge of her skirt.
     
    She looked down at his hands and then back up at his hungry eyes.  “But, I don't think...”
     
    He cut her off mid-sentence, a smile playing across his lips. “I don't think you have a choice anymore, Amy,” he said as his hands moved farther up her skirt.
     
    He leaned toward her and his scent was an intoxicating mix of spice and musk. His eyes stared intently at her full lips and a few moments later, his mouth found hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue playing in her mouth, promising things to come.
     
    As he deepened the kiss, his hands made their way up her skirt slowly, his fingers traveling between her legs until the tips brushed against her thin silk panties. She knew she should break the kiss, say something and stop him, but between his soft lips and demanding hands her thoughts were fuzzy and muddled.
     
    His arm pressed against her legs, pushing them apart as his hand moved further up her skirt. His fingers eased the panties aside and ran along her slit, sending shivers of pleasure through her. When he dipped his middle finger into her soft folds and slid along her wet pussy, she felt more warm wetness slip from her cunt. When his thumb found her swollen nub and made soft circles around it, she moaned into his kiss.
     
    He stood up, and pulled her up with him, his body strong and hard next to hers. She stood there on unsteady legs, sure that she should at least try to change his mind. She closed her eyes to try to shut out his handsome smile and the image of his hard body in front of her.
     
    “Paul, I can't do this,” she said as she took a deep