Free Corporate Ties (Silken Ties Book 1) by E.L. Loraine Page A

tongue over and around its sensitive roof, until, when she’d undone the final one, she pulled his shirt from his pants. He broke their kiss and moved his mouth in slow kisses along her jaw line, before traveling slowly down her neck to that sensitive point where her neck met her shoulder. His hands touched and massaged her back and sides, finally pulling her sharply in and grinding his hips into hers. She gasped and then moaned, roughly shoving the shirt down his arms, undoing the cuff-links. He shrugged the shirt off as Olivia moved to his belt. As she unbuckled it, her fingers scraped over the distended bulge just under his waistband. Brian drew a sharp breath in through his teeth. Olivia yanked down his zipper and examined the extent of his arousal.
    She took one step back, peeled off her thin under-garment and kicked off the heels. Her eyes never left his as she retreated to the bed, sat and then scooted back. Taking the jeweled comb from her hair, she placed it on the night stand, and ran her fingers through her long wavy locks, loosening them. In a flash, Brian had stripped off his slacks, boxers, and socks, to join her. His hard shaft bobbed as he crawled to her. He stopped and sat back on his knees. Her body heated as his eyes roved over her, resisting the urge to squirm as he took his time to luxuriate in the beauty of the woman before him. Olivia longed for him to touch her but submitted to his gaze, feeling it move and rest on her more tantalizing contours, before moving on again. When his eyes reached her breasts, Olivia couldn’t help herself, she closed her eyes and arched her back, her fingers finding, tweaking and pulling on their jutting tips.  She heard Brian’s quick intake. Opening her eyes, she looked into his smoldering dark ones, his expression of restrained passion and held her breath as he slowly reached out to touch her. He caressed her ankles softly and then smoothed his hands up, massaging her calves, the back of her knees. Olivia sighed and opened her legs, the invitation clear. More urgent now, he gripped her thighs and pulled her to him. She reached down, stroked his hardness once before rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slickness, and set it between the soft wet folds at her opening. She gasped as he pulled her firmly up his thighs pressing into her, and bent to cover her mouth with his.
     
    Later she woke fully satisfied, softy moaned, and smiled in the darkness remembering.  Brian was curled around her, sound asleep. She kissed him; he squirmed and turned over. Slipping out of bed, her feet padded along the wood floor and onto the marble of her master bath. She washed her face, careful to remove all the night’s makeup, cleaned up, and pulled on a robe. Now, wide awake she crossed the apartment, her nightlight the beautiful sparkling lights of the city as they shown through the living room window. In the kitchen, she opened the fridge, pulled out a quart of milk, and drank straight from the carton. Her laptop sat on the island counter and she decided she might as well check her business email. Swiveling on the stool, she opened it, entered the password and clicked on mail. “Seventy-five messages...just great.”
    Scrolling, and deleting as she went along, she was almost to the end when one caught her eye. Although it consisted of only numbers, she knew what it meant, so instead of opening it, she closed the business e-mail account and logged onto her personal one.
    "Come on already," she said, impatient for the software to load. Finally the yellow envelopes appeared and she scrolled through them, clicking on the one that interested her.
    There was no message, only an attachment. She double clicked on it and sat back. Seconds later it opened. Paul's Matasuki files from the FBI. She glanced at the clock, four-thirty. "I'm going to need caffeine."
     
    Brian's nostrils flared - fresh brewed coffee. Now fully awake, he smiled as the memory of their night flashed through his