Free Enforcer Ensnared by Elizabeth Lapthorne

more potent as you ensnare me and we
spend more time in each other’s company. I became worried maybe you didn’t feel
the same about me when you sounded so eager to get back to your place.”
    Flame’s full lips tilted
upward into a smile and she stood and stretched sinuously before taking two paces
to where Blade sat. Straddling his legs, she climbed onto his lap and cupped
her slender hands around his jaw.
    “I’m not going to tie you
down in marriage or move into your house, Blade, but I’m not being casual here
either. This isn’t some random sexual discovery for me, not a one-night—or
one-week—stand where I plan to cut all ties and go on my merry way as soon as
we’re done. I’m not sure what we are—it’s too soon for me to really think hard
about it. But it isn’t casual, it isn’t random and it isn’t just because you’re
a sexy beast who makes my knees wobble and my pussy soaked.”
    Blade heaved a sigh of
relief as his hands came around to cup her firm ass through the denim of her
jeans. His shaft had hardened at her words, at the husky, sexy tone of her
voice as she described how he made her feel. Pulling her closer so their bodies
could rub together, he ground himself against her, thrilling at the contact
through the material of their clothes.
    “I make your knees
wobble?” he repeated darkly. “And your pussy wet? Do you know what you do to
me, Flame?”
    Mutely, she shook her
head. Blade carefully removed her sunglasses so they could stare into each
other’s eyes.
    “You make me burn,” he
whispered. He purposely used his deep, rich voice to make her hot. “You might
have a talent for fire, Flame, but it’s nothing compared to how you make me
feel. I can take the merest glance at you—the way you flip your hair, the way
your smile alters the whole appearance of your face—and you, witch, make me burn, inside and out.”

Chapter
Four
    Ange licked her lips succulently,
moistening them as they stared at each other after his husky, soulful
declaration. She wriggled on his lap and her small, feminine movements sang
through his body like the lightest of steel blades.
    His fingers reached for
the clasp of her jeans and nimbly undid the warm denim. She lifted to his
touch, helped as he pushed the material over her hips and down her muscled
thighs to her knees.
    Her thong panties were a
deep crimson-red color, the soft cotton sexy and flattering.
    “ Mmm ,”
he murmured, turned on by the strong red against the paleness of Ange’s skin. The color suited her, made him think of her
luscious lips.
    “Very sexy,” he purred.
    Her fingers were on his
waistband, shaking with eagerness as she released his thick, heavily aroused
shaft from his pants. Warm hands dipped into his black boxer briefs and Blade
groaned as her soft fist enveloped him.
    The pads of Ange’s lithe fingers stroked the exceedingly tender skin of
his sac, rolling his balls between her digits as she cupped him. Blade arched
his hips up and her hand tightened around his shaft. The tight fist still gave
him ample movement, and in the space of a heartbeat Blade thrust his pelvis so
he could fuck her hand.
    “You’re so thick,” she
marveled, “and so warm. Your skin is softer down here too.”
    “Soft?” Blade laughed.
“Babe, no man in this condition wants to be called soft.”
    She chuckled and
continued to pump his rock-hard cock, her strokes long and smooth from his base
up to his tip. Pre-cum leaked eagerly from his slit and she smeared the slick
juices over his large head.
    Blade shifted his hands
so that one clasped her hip, helped to keep her balanced on his lap. He lowered
the other to tug her red thong down her legs so he could stroke her freshly
shaved pussy, her plump, full lips. Eagerly, his fingers stroked her softness,
rediscovering her innermost secrets. Slick desire coated her pussy and covered
his fingers to make them glisten in the dim office lights.
    Blade lifted his slick
digits and placed them in