Free A Taste of Pleasure by Antoinette

fussed all afternoon. She slipped into her silky thin-strapped black dress, black stockings, and stilettos. Although the shoes hurt her feet a little, looks were everything for a night out. She also hoped that after the business meeting tomorrow, she would be spending much more time in bed than on her feet.
    Her tummy fluttered as she took the elevator to the main lobby and sat waiting for him to appear. She saw him enter the lobby and her heart skipped a beat. He was more handsome than ever. She stood up and walked toward him as their eyes met. He dropped his suitcase and hugged her tightly. She knew nothing had changed; she could feel it in his embrace.Bruce greeted Deacon and took his luggage. He arranged to have it sent up to the suite as they headed for the dining room.
    Deacon pulled out her chair for her and kissed her on the cheek, whispering, “Hi, baby.” She smiled as she felt the tingles between her legs. He took his chair and sat down with an ear-to-ear smile—that damn smile. She bent over and kissed him, her low-cut dress showing peeks of her breasts, and they were longing for his magic touch.
    â€œBeen waiting long?” he asked as she caressed his hand. Her tummy tightened up as his skin sent shivers down her spine. “Since I saw you last,” she replied, her desires evident in her hungry eyes. Her hand moved sensually across his hand, in between his fingers, along his wrist, and down to the end of his third finger, the one she wanted him to put inside of her so badly. She smiled and ordered a latté.
    â€œIt’s been too long since we last saw each other, yet looking at you, it feels like I’ve never left,” he said. “The webcam just doesn’t do you justice, London. You’re more beautiful than ever.”
    He smiled and grabbed the finger she’d been trailing along his hand. He cupped her hands in his and kissed them gently. She breathed in the fragrance of her freshly brewed latté, pulling it deep inside her, letting the fragrance fill her mouth with the warm aroma going right where she wanted him to be. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his. She looked down at him as his arousal was beginning to show. She shared his anxiety, surrounded by so many watchful eyes.
    â€œNo need for us to sit here. Are you ready to go to our room?” she asked.
    He nodded yes. He got up from his chair and slipped his arm around her waist as they headed to the private elevator. Approaching their room, he turned and pulled her face towardhim. Her eyes looked up into his as he kissed her with that mouth that she had been dreaming of for nearly a year. She closed her eyes as their soft lips met, her tongue touched his, and the jolt was electrifying.
    Heated and blinded with passion, they entered the suite. He pulled her toward him, kissing her neck and sliding her dress down over her shoulder. He worked his way across to the other shoulder and slid her dress down, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. She took a few steps toward the master bedroom with her come-hither look, but he grabbed her again and unfastened her bra, which joined her dress in the trail of clothing that was forming on the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief. He kissed her nipples and tugged at them with his teeth. Her smell again affected him as she felt a hardness growing in front of her legs, and she felt stirrings deep within her. She pulled away, luring him into the luxurious lair she had waiting for him. She felt giddy, as if it were their first time all over again.
    As he followed her, he stripped off his tie, adding it to the trail that led to the bedroom. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him as their kisses became deeper and wilder. He laid her down, kissing her hard as he slid her into the middle of the bed. His body brushed over hers, not pressing on her, not yet. Their magic was all in the foreplay, the wonderful foreplay—in person, not by way of a