Free Slightly Sinful by Yvette Hines Page B

she reveled in it. Guiding her hips forward, she obscenely parted her legs, fully enjoying Nicholas’ ministrations. She clenched her walls around his two fingers as they fucked her slowly, minimizing the sucking sound of her greedy pussy as it feasted on each stroke. Everything in her lusted after the orgasm building low and heavy in her belly, rotating her hips with each of his thrusts, pressing toward completion.
    She was thankful for the expensive leather under her ass that kept her movements silent.
    To her own ears, her voice sounded breathy and tense. She could only hope that the other people in the room attributed it to her excitement of the project.
    But, she was a woman on the edge and three tremors away from not caring what anyone thought.
    Torres grasped the thigh of her leg closest to him and propped it on the arm of her chair. Moving on hormonal instinct, she tilted her hips forward, giving him better access. Torres showed his appreciation for her action by grinding the heel of his hand into her throbbing clit.
    Amazed she still had the ability to press the button, she caused the last slide to advance onto the screen before her lust-hazed sight. Rambling, she finished her briefing as her legs began to quiver and spontaneous spasms began to shudder through her hot sex. The exhilaration of an oncoming orgasm engulfed her.
    She closed her eyes. “That concludes…the presentation, ladies and gentlemen,” she bit out, breathless and lightheaded. Any moment she expected to feel the joys of climax shoot through her body, causing her hands to fist and her toes to curl in her three-inch heels.
    What she didn’t expect was the empty, vacant feeling. She became rudely aware of her panties lying twisted to the side of the swollen lips of her sex as cool air kissed her heated, moist flesh between her thighs. Teetering on the edge of an amazing climax, she snapped her eyes open and searched for her accomplice of pleasure. She looked over at Nicholas Torres, seeing his shadow reach forward toward the console.
    “Everyone, we’ll take five. Then continue this meeting in the boardroom to review and sign the contract,” he spoke calmly, the texture of his voice even and controlled.
    The tone pissed her off.
    As the lights slowly brightened, Delilah subtly slid her leg down, returning it to the chair. The pressure of her closed thighs caused flutters of unrequited ecstasy to spasm in her sex. She readjusted the skirt of her dress. Biting the inside of her lower lip, she stood on trembling legs, grabbed her stuff and exited the room, praying her rushing fluids hadn’t soaked through the back material of her skirt.
    She made a beeline for the restroom to take evasive action. If she didn’t get herself together before the final meeting, she wouldn’t be held responsible for what she did. Her aroused mind considered how rude it would be for her to knock Nicholas Torres’ chair over and launch herself over his fallen form to land her throbbing wet pussy on his face.
    ~YH~
    “Ms. Reynolds, may I please have a word with you?”
    The meeting over and contracts signed, she was on her way out the door with her staff when Torres’ voice halted her exiting steps.
    Darren paused as he headed out the door before her. Turning, he glanced over her shoulder at Torres then arched a questioning eyebrow at her. “Do you need me to wait for you?”
    Yes. Better yet don’t leave me alone with him , Delilah yearned to say. “No.” She placed a reassuring smile on her face and continued. “I drove my own car. I should be back at the office minutes behind you.”
    Nodding, Darren exited the room and closed the door.
    “Nicholas Torres, the self-made executive who began his work in the New York Stock Exchange as an independent floor broker and moved up until he owned his own firm. Reports on his life have said he took wild risks and diversified his finances. It paid off in a large way for him.” Her irony and annoyance weaved themselves