Free Take Me Now (Take Me Series) by Brandy Kayne

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    TAKE ME
    NOW

 
 
    Book One of the TAKE ME Series

 
    BY
    BRANDY KAYNE

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    CHAPTER ONE

 
    Brady Thompson opened Sari’s email and read it for the third
time since that morning.

 
    Ok,
so I’m like a bitch in heat.
    When
I’m with you – I’m your bitch.

 
    You
asked me what I wanted, well here it is…

 
    I
want your wet tongue slipping in my ear; your lips nipping at my lobe; your hot
breath panting against my neck; your mouth trailing a line to my breast,
teasing my nipples into firm peaks, then moving to my navel, then lower–parting
my lips, sucking on them, tasting me while your fingers dip inside of me.

 
    I
want my lips circling the rim of your shaft, my tongue gliding along the length
of it, my mouth sucking you until you’re hard and swollen and beading with semen.
When you’re ready, lay me back and plunge deep, deeper still – filling me. Stroke me long and slow, then
faster and harder until you’re ready to cum.

 
    Then
pullout, and let me taste you. Slip your penis between my breasts and let me
work my magic on you, bringing you to orgasm, feeling your hot semen exploding
against my mouth… Are you aroused? Are you hard, distended and throbbing?

 
    Ok, your turn… tell me what YOU want.

 
    He leaned back in his chair. Each fantasy was more detailed
and hotter than the last, but he wanted to know more –what was Sari’s
body experiencing– was she
quivering, was she wet between her thighs, were her nipples aroused and aching?
By this time tomorrow, he would have his answer. His tongue would be exploring
every inch of her body from her wet lips to the sweet flesh between her thighs.
    He copied the email, created a new folder under the file
labeled “Homework,” pasted it and save it. If Sari knew that he was hacking
into her email she’d cream those pretty lace panties of hers. Not only had he
hacked into her mail, but her manuscript and every file that was associated
with TAKE ME NOW , the collection of
erotic fantasies that she and Lana Goldberg, a ghostwriter from LA, were
collaborating on.
    Sari and Lana had been sending tidbits back and forth for
the past several months. Now, he was going to fulfill each and every one of
them: unravel her ponytail and twist her honey colored hair in his fist; jerk
her head back and smother her mouth with his kisses; trail his lips over every
inch of her body; tease her clit with his tongue, slide it deep inside of her
and taste her; bring her to arousal; hear her cry out and beg him to take her.
    As if her fantasies weren’t enough to arouse him, that
sweet, string bikini that she’d worn to the country club last week barely
covered her nipples much less anything else. She was gorgeous and she didn’t
know it.  
    Brady felt the swelling of his penis. Damn, she’d done it
to him again. Realizing where his thoughts were taking him, he abruptly wiped
the memory from his slate. Exiting his email, he scrolled down to the Copper
file and opened it.   The graphics need
sharpening and more detail, he thought. Maybe less red and more blue.   
    He
couldn’t concentrate. He needed coffee.
    Grabbing
his mug, he started across the room. From the corner of his eye he noticed Sari
watching him from behind the glass doors of her office, conveniently situated
directly across the hall from the lounge. He turned his head and deliberately
flashed a wicked smile. Her cheeks flushed and she looked down at her keyboard.
He loved the way that she blushed when he noticed her staring – that he held that kind of power over her. He’d bet his
paycheck that her nipples were stiff and pointed; that her legs were parted and
hot liquid dampened her panties.
    He had
been the one that Sari had been fantasizing about, he was dead sure of it. Why
else would her cheeks turn to every shade of red when he smiled at her? From
day one when he started at the firm, he’d been attracted to her