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eyes.  She was
exquisite.
    “I am waiting,
Sheppard. I am not leaving this office until you admit what a prick you were.”
    He pulled his
hands from his pockets and folded his arms across his wide chest.  He drew
himself to his full height and looked down his nose at her.  Similar to the
look he gave Jillian in the boardroom.
    “Oh no, you
don’t.  I am not one of your employees either, that look is not going to work
on me.  I will have you know, Sheppard, that I am angry with you and I will not
be intimidated by that look.”

 
     
    Chapter Seven
    Tiaan took a step closer, Allison
retreated. He took another and it set off a dance of approach and retreat until
Allison plonked down on the couch in front of the wall of windows.  He towered
over her and his eyes brushed over her body.
    “Take off your
dress.”
    “Wha…I am not
taking off my dress!  We’re at your office, for heaven’s sake!”
    “Allison,
either you take off your dress or I do and I cannot promise it will not be in
one piece when I am done.”
    “Tiaan
Sheppard, we are not going to…to have hanky panky in your office with
your employees on the other side of those walls. Noo…stop! ”
    Tiaan yanked
her in his arms and reached for the zipper at the back of the dress.
    “ Tiaan
stop!   Please…I’ll do it.”
    He released
the zipper, but held her against him with his hard hands on her hips.  His eyes
glittered as she shimmied out of the dress.  He took it from her and flung it
over the back of the couch.  Before she could stop him, her bra followed the
same route.
    “No!  Damn
you…ooooh…oohohohh.”
    Tiaan tugged
her head back to fold her over his arm and his lips closed around a nipple.  He
sucked and pulled on it, driving her mind wild with pleasure.  He moved to the
other and Allison moaned his name, pressing her breast deeper into his mouth. 
He took the offer and nibbled on the succulent tip until she was keening and
rubbing her clit against his leg. 
    He fingered
her lace boy panties and growled against her nipple.
    “Do you like
these panties, baby?”
    “What? 
I…hmmm…yesss…oohhmmm.”
    “Then you
better get them off before I tear them off.”
    “Hmmm…do…that…again…oohhhmmm.”
    Tiaan licked
her nipples, sucked hard and then bit down around them.  Allison wailed and
slammed her hips against his, clutching at his waist.
    “Guess I get
to tear them then.”
    He ripped her
panties in two and yanked them off.  Allison was so intoxicated with pleasure
and need that she did not even notice.  She did not understand the hold he had
over her.  The knack to steal away her ability to reason and to solely react
and respond.  Respond wantonly and uncontrollably.  She could not get enough of
him.  Every time he simply touched her, her body flushed with need, her core
trembled and she became short of breath.
    She had
forgotten they were in his office, that her cries and screams were probably
heard on the other side of the wall and she cringed.
    “Oh
Lord…stop.  The people…please Tiaan, they can hear me!”
    “No baby, my
office is soundproof.  Now, sweetlips, on your knees on top of the couch.”
    “Tiaan…”
    His fingers
ghosted over her clit and she moaned huskily.  He turned her around and pressed
her onto the couch, lifting her up to her knees.  Before Allison could protest,
he had his cock out of his pants and pressed into her with a sensually, slow
force until he settled against her womb.  He breathed deeply, wishing he had
taken the time to take his clothes off.  To be able to feel her warm, soft skin
against his.
    He scraped his
nails lightly down her back and she purred, pressing her hips back against his.
    “Please
honey…”
    He pulled his
cock back to power into her and she arched her back on a wail.  He did not
move.
    “We have
something to discuss, Allison.”
    She moaned and
wiggled her hips against his invitingly. He drew his cock back once more.
    “There is this
little