The pull of her body sucking in his cock was exquisite. He groaned, his head going back against the seat of the cab. He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure of his cock thrusting up inside her tight sheath and he moved his hands from her waist over her breasts and up into her hair as it fell against him.
"Abby. Oh, Abby."
He groaned and she began to ride his shaft in regular movements, she gripped the back of the seat and freed her movements, grinding with determination.
"Oh yes," he said and gave a low laugh. The desperation had gone. The feeling had been replaced by outright pleasure. He sprawled on the seat, his hands resting on the bunched fabric of her skirt around her hips as she rode him with abandon, looking down at him with the laughter still on her face.
She stroked his hair. Her mouth opened as she rocked slightly and massaged the head of his cock deep inside her. He cupped her buttocks and leaned his face into her chest, every moment sending him closer to the edge. He wanted to lock her body to his. He bit his lip, he was going to come and he wanted to wait for her. He felt her begin to quiver and reach. He moved his head back to look at her again and his hands tightened on her waist.
"You fill me so well," she whispered, leaning over his face, and breathing the words to him, as her body sapped the strength from her voice.
He swelled further inside her at her words, his cock rigid, his balls in an iron grip. He was sweating from the intensity of the thumping orgasm building there.
She tilted her hips higher, clutching at him with her strong inner muscles.
"Oh sweet Abby, I'm going to come."
She flexed her back and worked her hips smoothly and rhythmically on him. He felt her cunt clamp.
When his cock began to reach, he crushed his face into her breasts and her arms enclosed his head there. He held her tightly and they did not separate, coming violently at the very same moment.
* * * *
Abby tottered back to her office and sat staring out at the skyline, trying to gather her faculties. It was fortunate she had done so much that morning. Zac's impromptu get-together had thrown her completely. In fact, she felt as if she'd been hauled onto the side of a fast moving train the week before and hadn't been able to put her feet down on the ground since.
He certainly wasn't predictable, and that thrilled her, but she knew there was more to it than that. She couldn't stop thinking about him. The sex was something else. She wanted to be locked up with him for a long time.
He fascinated her. His self-control seemed to be something that he could wear at will and was equally happy to fling aside. It didn't make any sense, although she didn't want to analyze it too deeply, enjoy it while it lasted.
She glanced at the time display on her monitor. Only a few hours to go and she'd be with him again. And I've got an important report and release documents to prepare.
* * * *
Later that afternoon, Zac stood up from his desk, pacing as he waited for the documents Abby had mailed to print out. She had to have a signature by early morning to go for the recommended property in the auction. He glanced at his watch, calculating how much time he had. He had to get the papers out to his mother's house for her to sign, drop them at the couriers and get back to his apartment, before she arrived at nine. Luckily he'd asked her to come over later, anticipating something like this, and it was just about doable.
He lifted the first sheets of paper, scanning the details of the property she had selected for purchase. He couldn't withhold a smile. She certainly didn't play safe, but as she'd said in her proposal, it wasn't often an opportunity like this came onto the market. With only ten days for the account to run to renewal and even less until the meeting, he'd have assumed she'd be looking at something safer, something that would have been easier to assess what the long-term investment potential might be. She'd put together a superb proposal, though, including the heritage response on planning, suggested architects, costing, and the whole shebang.
Why? He went over it again and again, but couldn't fault it, other than it was a bit of a way-out project. It was an interesting choice, for sure, but not entirely practical in view of the short-term portfolio management. Mind you, she would be hoping for contract renewal on behalf of her company. Besides which, he couldn't point the finger. He'd taken on exactly the same sort of risks when he'd bought a rundown cinema, boarded up and rotting into decay, to convert into his dream venue, The Hub.
They had similar tastes in property, he mused.
He flicked on through the pages. She'd suggested two architects and both of their resumes were attached. Impressive stuff. She'd even included a quick reckoning of how long it would take to recoup the cost of conversion. After her exceptional trading on the stock exchange, which had saved them huge potential losses, it would be hard to find fault with her work.
Neither he nor Nathan had turned up anything other than positive information, and Nathan's feedback from the receptionist merely painted a picture of the woman he knew, a genuine livewire with talent and character, not someone with a hidden agenda.
She'd lied though, why? It kept niggling away at the back of his mind, screwing him up good and proper.
Right now there didn't seem to be a reason why he shouldn't agree to go for the castle, unless he was blinded to it by his intense need for her. He frowned at the scanned photo of the castle, then at the clock. The minutes were ticking by.
"Okay, lady," he murmured. "I'll get you your signature." Snatching up the rest of the papers, he grabbed his car keys and headed for the door.
Chapter Eight
Once he was sure that Abby had reached the end of the street, Nathan approached the door to the building and made his way swiftly towards the elevators. It was getting late and the place was all but deserted.
Suzanne grinned when she saw him. "Just the man I wanted to see."
Nathan darted a look down the corridor, which was in semi gloom. "On your own?" He wandered over to the desk, where she was sorting stuff in her backpack. Her computer screen was still on.
"Yes, everyone's gone home so I've just got to switch off here and activate the alarms and we can get on our way."
He watched as she tidied her desk and switched the screen off. She was wearing a pair of white hipsters and a pink top with a wavy hem that lifted every time she bent or moved, revealing her bare midriff. She made his mouth water.
Distracting himself, he did a survey of the reception area, his attention quickly snagged by a set of framed photographs on the wall.
Suzanne sidled alongside him. "I'll give you a run through of who's who, if you're curious."
Nestling her in front of him, he stroked her arms from her shoulders to her wrists. He bent to kiss the top of her head. He didn't tune in to what she was saying as she pointed along the photographs, naming names. He didn't care any more. He was here for her.
Her body against his felt warm and alive. It had his cock up and ready for action inside a heartbeat. He pressed against her back, letting her know. He bent his head. "I want to fuck you," he whispered against her ear
"I thought you wanted to look at photos." She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling.
"Soon as I touched you, I was distracted."
She turned in his arms and ran her hands over his chest, squeezing his pecs as if measuring him. "We could do it here...now, before we go. A quickie?"
He flexed his muscles beneath her hands. "Sounds good to me."
"It would be naughty of me, doing the wild thing right here on the premises." She bit her lip, her eyes filled with mischief. She moved her hands to embrace his cock through his jeans.
The hot spot at the base of his spine was thudding. His balls were solid. The notion of 'doing the wild thing on the premises' had been intercepted by all his radars. Curving his hands around her breasts, he rested his thumbs against her nipples where they were sticking through the fabric of her top. "How about I put you over the reception counter and do you from behind? That wa
y you can keep an eye on the door."
Laughing aloud, she eased away. "You'll have to catch me first." With that she darted off down the corridor.
Nathan shook his head. He headed after her, pacing at first then moving into a slow jog. She was fast on her feet. She'd disappeared around a bend and was at the end of a corridor, where large double doors stood open. Following her through them and inside the room, he was confronted with a huge oval table.
"Blimey. It's a boardroom."
She laughed and darted to the opposite side of the table. She put her hands flat on the table, challenging him to follow her.
"We could do it right here, on the table," he suggested, across the distance between them.
She shook her head, laughing.
"Why not?"
"Because I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face when I'm called in to minute meetings."
He could just picture it. "Fair enough."
As soon as he made it halfway around to her, she was off again, lengthening the distance between them. When she reached the double doors she stopped. She ran her hand down her zipper, wrapping it over her pussy, rubbing hard, staring at him and smiling her naughty smile.
When he caught her up, he reached for her, putting his hand over hers at her groin squeezing it tight.
"I want your cock there."
"So do I, like now. How about right here on the floor?"
He could see her thoughts were racing, deviant little ideas turning over in her mind. What a minx.
Her eyes lit. "I know just the spot to do it." Drawing away, she walked out through the doors, beckoning him to follow. About ten feet back along the corridor, she stopped and flung open a door. "In here, quickly. It's Robertson's office, the head honcho."
The chase had got his blood pumping fast. He didn't care where she wanted to do it, as long as they did it soon. He stepped inside. She'd thrown herself on a large leather sofa along one wall. He dropped down beside her.
Her mouth was eager, her kiss inviting him deeper. Nathan couldn't respond quickly enough. His hands found their way around her waist. Her body molded up against his. He drew back and plucked at her hipsters. She growled in her throat, a sound that made his blood rush faster.
She rose to her knees in front of him and shimmied her top off in one quick movement. Her hips swayed, her breasts bouncing free of the constraint.
He was riveted by the sight.
Wriggling out of her hipsters, she eased back down onto the sofa, straightening her legs out, stretching them suggestively. "Touch me."
He ran his hand down the inside of one thigh, then back up the line of the other. Her pelvis flexed up. Her eyes were filled with naughty humor, and it was so inviting. How could he resist? He reached between her thighs, his hand nestling in to cover the white cotton panties stretched over her pussy. He wanted it bare.
She moved her hips again, nudging up against him. He felt her heat, the fabric scuffing gently against the palm of his hand. He was hard as steel. He looped one finger over the line of her cotton panties, and pulled them off. His gaze swept over her.
"Dynamite," he whispered.
She whimpered, her face flushing.
He smiled. "You're pure dynamite, Suz," he repeated.
She blew him a kiss, giggling with pleasure. He had to love that. She was a total firecracker and yet she seemed so natural.
He looked down at her pussy, his eyes following the line of her body where it curved between her thighs.
She wriggled back on the sofa, whimpering when he brushed his fingers over her abdomen and down into her cleft, delving lower, feeling the soft, damp flesh of her pussy give way.
She swore aloud. Her face was flushed, her hair tousled and hanging over her face. "Get your cock out."
The quiet instruction lit the touch paper. Now, his body demanded. His cock thudded insistently. No turning back. He took a deep breath.
She growled when his erection sprang out from his jeans when he unzipped. He pulled it free, fisting the rigid shaft in front of her.
"Oh yes, I want it," she whispered, glancing from his erection to his face and back. Her hand stroked over its length. "Fuck me with your glorious cock, Nathan, right here."
Her words pumped through him, making him fiercely proud. His cock twitched in response to her eyes on it.
She moved, her body opening towards him.
"Turn around," he whispered.
The smile she gave him at that moment was blatantly naughty. "What?"
"You heard. Turn over and give me a look at that beautiful arse of yours, quickly."
He could see she loved the idea, but she moved slowly, turning to kneel, looking back over her shoulder at him, her lips slightly parted in anticipation. She was teasing him to the max, aware of his urgent state.
His gaze passed down from her face and the tumble of curls that framed it, down the niche of her waist, to her heart shaped bottom. Her knees were pushed into the leather, her thighs angled for balance. Her hips swayed.
Nathan swallowed. "Lean over the back of the sofa," he whispered, his hand sliding on his cock. She had barely leaned over the back of the sofa, and he had donned a condom and knelt down behind her, between her open legs. He lifted her body around the waist to haul her hips back against him. His fingers traced the inside of her thighs, the shaft of his erection hard between her open legs.
It was her turn to be teased. He nudged the swollen head of his cock back and forth between the soft damp folds of her pussy and clit, lifting her body to access her.
She squirmed and gasped, her arms out against the back of the sofa. He increased the pressure and speed, one hand on her hip to steady himself.
"Oh god, Nathan, I'm going to come." She began to shudder.
He continued the assault, stemming his own interest with a thumb and forefinger locked at the base of his cock, watching as her body wriggled and lurched. Her body arched and she moaned when she came.
He pinned her body down with his hands on her shoulders.
He was so close to losing it. He eased inside her, his blood pounding inside hers. Her hips were angled to take him in, her flesh melting onto his cock.
"Your pussy is hot as hell," he whispered, and eased deeper.
Suzanne cried out, her head falling back. He leaned over her back, his arms around her waist, holding her locked into place. He moved his face into the curve of her neck, his mouth sinking against her skin. She felt so good, she smelled so good. Each thrust made him crave more.
"Oh this is so wrong," she said, driving back onto him, "doing it in the boss's office—I'm so bad."
"You surely are." He squeezed her buttocks in his hand, giving her an occasional slap as she met his movements, matched each rhythm.
"That's good," she whispered, struggling for breath.
He molded her flesh in his hands, then spanked her again. "Naughty girl, doing dirty things in the boss's expensive chairs."
Oh yes, she liked that a lot. He could see her hands tightening on the leather upholstery, her knuckles turning white. Then her cunt contracted and began to spasm. She had him so deep. He felt the heat of her climax sucking at him. He tightened his hands on her hips, holding her. "Don't move," he begged. "I'm going to ride you hard while you come. Can you take it?"
She moaned, her body shuddering on the brink. "Hurry," she cried, her voice low and forced.
He put his hands on her hips and began to slam home. She cried out in ecstasy. And again. He was there. He thrust home.
Her head rolled back, her body clutching at him, over and over.
His body jerked and he came in a sudden, dazzling rush his body churning into hers, and for a few moments, he lost contact with everything, except the clutch of her body on his.
"That felt so wrong, but so right," she said, laughing, when she broke free, her body wavering.
He lifted her back, drawing her in against him, kissing the top of her head. She was the craziest woman he'd ever had the pleasure to
be around. Somewhere far, far away he heard a voice telling him it was too good, that it couldn't last, but Nathan ignored it.
* * * *
The gym was mercifully cool, Abby noticed. They had their air con on full blast and there weren't many people around. The day had turned steamy, humid. There was a storm brewing. She hadn't wanted to go back to her apartment before seeing Zac, so she'd pulled on a tank top and army trousers and shoved a change of clothes into her bag, together with her gym gear. She could go straight on to Zac's from there.
Tom had given them all membership at the nearest gym as a Christmas bonus the year before. Mostly she went with Caroline, early mornings or lunch times. She'd never been there at night before. Obviously its position in the City catered mainly for the daytime surge. It was usually full of business types and was strangely different at night. Abby was able to wander around the equipment without interruption.
As her body worked with the rhythmic movements of muscle against machine, she breathed in a regular pattern, visualizing her muscles flexing. Her eyes closed. She was more alive than she'd ever felt, her body fired by a regiment of hormones that readied themselves for release, for battle.
She felt the lycra stretch over her ribcage as she flexed. She imagined it was leather, she could almost hear the creak. She was thinking about his legs. She was thinking about his skin. She wanted to feel it against her own. She opened her eyes and the white wall in front of her reminded her of his shirt, that first day in the elevator. She laughed at herself and gave up on the machine.
She took a quick shower then decided not to wear the dress she had brought with her and pulled on her top and army trousers. Her blood coursed ever quicker in her veins when her taxi pulled alongside his Mercedes. He was there. Her heart beat triumphantly.
When he opened the door he stood smiling silently, a towel over his shoulder. He was wearing loose fitting black trousers, his torso was naked. He must have just stepped out of the shower. Wet hair clung to his head and neck. A trickle of water ran over the skin of his chest, slowing as it met the dark shape of his nipple. "What a pity I didn't arrive a bit earlier," she said as she walked in.
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