Free blush (Westbrook Series) by Mitzi Vaughn Page A

know!  You see what you are doing to me. 
It's a disservice to all of New York."  Brandon grabbed her hand and moved
it to his growing erection.  Missy started stroking it with her palm.
    "Waiter!"  Brandon called the man that had
taken their orders over to the table.  "We have decided to get those
lunches to go.  Can you wrap them up and throw in a piece of cheesecake with
strawberry sauce on the side?"
    After gathering the food Brandon lead Missy to the
car and drove back to the penthouse.  He unpacked the lunch on the table only
keeping one container with him. 
    "Brandon, I have work to do."
    "Don't worry.  I just need to finish my
lunch."  He pulled her toward the bedroom. 
    "This doesn't look like you eating lunch."
    "I'm having dessert first."  He put the
container on the bed side table and turned his attention toward Missy.  She
watched him as he carefully took off his jacket and tie and neatly rolled up
his sleeves.  He reached around her waist turning her back toward his body so
that he could gently blow kisses on the back of her neck.  He unzipped her
skirt letting it fall to the ground.  Then he laid her on the bed and removed
the black stilettos she was wearing.   She closed her eyes and relaxed as he
pressed kisses up her legs and onto the small satin panties she was wearing. 
He licked and nibbled trying to get to her folds, then moved up toward the hem
of her shirt.  He lifted her top over her head kissing his way up.  When he
reached her lips, he started his way back down.  He lifted his face and she
whined in protest until she realized he was unhooking the front clasp on her satin
and lace racer back bra. 
    Brandon grabbed the container on the night stand and
opened it.  She froze and inhaled as he poured the sweet sticky strawberry
sauce in a squiggly line down the cleavage of her breast, making sure to
include her nipples, and then on to her lower stomach.  He began at her mound
tonguing her clit then moving up making sure to savor every bit of the rich red
sauce.  When he reached her breast, he stopped to suck the scrumptious dessert
off of each nipple.  The heat from his mouth caused her to grind her hips into the
hard bulge in his slacks.  He knew she was on the edge, so he lifted himself
off of her and  undressed.  Just to let her calm down he took his time,
meticulously undoing each button.
    She knew he was teasing her, and when she couldn't
wait any longer, she reached down and plunged a finger into her dampness,
enjoying the sticky residue the strawberry topping left behind.  Brandon
stopped.   He now knew what shock and awe truly meant.  This vision of her was
beguiling.
    She loved the surprise she put on his face, his eyes
widened and his mouth fell open.  "You mess with the bull baby, you get
the horns."
    He rapidly shed the rest of his suit.  Grabbing her
feet he pulled her to the edge of the bed.  He rested her feet onto his
shoulders and entered her with confidence and strength.  Missy fisted the
sheets giving into the pressure inside of her, then the release.  When she
began pulsing around him, he lifted her up and plunged into her one more time,
unleashing the pressure she caused with her show. 

Chapter 20
    "Ms. Duncan, do you have any questions about
the forms you are signing?"  She had been with the lawyers for two hours,
studying and defining each sentence in the contract. 
    "No.  I think we have revised the areas that I
had concerns with."
    Missy was drained, and her eyes were seeing double
because she had been staring at the small print on the endless amount of
paperwork she had just autographed.  When she was finished, she left the room
rubbing her temples, and went back to the floor her office was on.
    Brandon was on a conference call with one of the
snack company executives.  Their headquarters is located in Dallas, so until
the presentation, most of the contact was by email and phone.  She laid on his
sofa,  adjusted one of the small