Free The Mysterious Mr. Heath by Ariel Atwell

difficult, which is most of the time, I shall take you over my knee and spank you until your bottom is red, after which I will spread your sweet ass cheeks and fill you with my cock until you are screaming with pleasure.”
    “No, it’s wrong. It has to be wrong,” she moaned, nearly to the edge now.
    “Nothing that happens between us will ever be wrong, Laurence,” he said fiercely, plunging in and then pulling back until only the tip of his cock remained inside her. “Do you agree to my terms?”
    She tried to wiggle her hips closer to the hardness that she ached for, but he held her at bay.
    “You drive an overly hard bargain, sir,” she protested.
    “I make no apologies for my negotiating tactics,” he said.
    “And what do I get in this deal, solicitor?” she said, growing increasingly frustrated.
    “Unspeakable pleasure far beyond what you’ve ever imagined and certainly more than you deserve, you ungrateful woman,” he teased. “So I shall ask just once more. Are those terms agreeable to you, Mr. Heath, or shall I pull out and leave you here to find your pleasure without me?”
    “You are practicing blackmail, which is most certainly against the law,” she moaned, her every nerve ending craving the fulfillment only he could bring her.
    “Just answer the question, solicitor,” he said.
    “I accept, I accept, just please don’t stop.”
    “That’s it, you’re nearly there. Let yourself go,” he directed, pushing back into her, and she felt the pleasure spreading like a scalding hot wave across her.
    He put his hand over her mouth, stifling the sound of her cries as she orgasmed, her body vibrating against his. He thrust against her three more times and then abruptly pulled out. She felt the warm liquid of his release gush against her back.
    He leaned his head down against her neck as they both fought to catch their breath. Despite the awkwardness of her position, Laurence reveled in the physical connection she felt with this man. This very unexpected man who had come from nowhere so recently and now meant so much to her. It was hard to fathom how it had happened so quickly.
    “You are a veritable temptress, Laurence Heath, for you compel me to do and say the most wicked and shocking things imaginable,” he said against her ear, his breathing still labored.
    “I make you do things?” Laurence was indignant at the audacity of his words, but her attempts to rise up were completely stymied by the weight of his much heavier body atop hers. “I was here working when you came into my office under false pretenses and practically attacked me. How dare you seek to shift the blame to me, the innocent victim of your insatiable lust?” She pushed against him. “Now move before we are discovered, you lout.”
    “An innocent victim?” Matthew scoffed. “If there is a victim here, it is yours truly, for how can a simple man like myself be expected to resist the sensual temptations offered by a body so clearly designed for pleasure? I have just spent myself with all the restraint of a schoolboy and by all rights should be as limp as a ribbon in a rainstorm. Yet I am already growing hard again at the thought of you.”
    Before Laurence could respond, there came a knock on the office door. They both froze.
    “Mr. Heath, your noon appointment is here, sir,” Peters called out from the other side of the door.
    “Just a moment, Peters,” Laurence responded. “Get up now!” she whispered urgently to Matthew, but he was already rising.
    “Stay still for a moment,” he ordered in a low voice, using his handkerchief to mop up her lower back. “You’re good now,” he said, helping her to stand up.
    “Shall I bring in Lord Underwood’s files for your review before your next meeting, Mr. Heath?” Peters asked.
    “He’s normally so useless. Why must he be so damnably efficient right now?” she muttered, pulling up her trousers and lacing them together with shaking fingers. “Just another minute or