"Great steak, isn't it?" Tony Viscount appreciated the food with a moan, nodding as he munched another piece of grilled meat.Clara dabbed the corners of her lip with a napkin, sipped at her wine and laid the glass on the table. "I followed you here because you said you had something important to tell me regarding the company." She started with a lie. It wasn't some loyalty to her work place that her driven her to accept Tony's invitation to dinner, but rather curiosity at the kind of person he was to plant his roots so deep in someone else's corporation when he had his.He lifted the corner of his lips, dipping another piece of meat in sauce. "I figured you're dedicated to your job, my little brother's lucky to have you." There was nothing suggestive in his tone, all he had done was speak with that raspy lazy voice and it had seemed as though worms were crawling on her body. She felt repelled; perhaps Andre's hatred for the man was beginning to rub off on

It would remain a mystery how they managed to make it to the hotel without crashing into anything.If Clara had thought Leon reckless behind the wheel, then Andre had to be described as simply having gone malady with the manner with which he had driven them out of the restaurant, his eyes occasionally darting to her direction.She couldn't complain this time, more afraid that he might change his mind and decide that nothing was ever going to happen between them than she was for their lives. It was that crazy hunger that made her clit throb and her womanhood pulsate, making her cross her thighs so tightly she could feel the friction between them. Albeit the distance was short, it felt so long waiting with her eyes facing the window, letting the cool breeze calm the hotness she was feeling, as well as her racing heart. Andre parked in front of the hotel, but he didn't get down immediately, but turned to her, his wilting red lips sensual and hard

Her mouth was fiery as it accepted his big cock, her head moving slowly at first, before it set a faster pace and bobbled under his gaze. Andre shut his eyes in pleasure, his fingers tightening in her hair, eliciting a moan from her mouth which made a vibrating effect in his hardness. He grunted as he started to control the pace, his fingers which gripped the soft silver locks of her hair pulling and pushing.Her mouth was wet and her eyes watered as he started to go deeper, the bulbous tip of his cock hitting her throat. Her moans spurred his grunts and veins spread on her forehead, courtesy of the large shaft trapped in her mouth.But she enjoyed this feeling of giving him pleasure, although he was very much controlling the ride himself. She tasted the tangy salty thick liquid of his pre-cum, and moved her head deeper and faster, clenching her fists on his thighs when his fingers started to glide downward, stopping on her bra.With the skills of a rake, Andre

How did one return from screaming her boss' name under the throes of passion, clad in her birthday suit to answering 'yes sir' to his commands which had nothing to do with telling her to spread her legs wider?For Clara Lynn, it began with making a pact with high turtle neck blouses paired with professional palazzo pants. Long pencil skirts could have been another good option except that her muscles hadn't completely recovered from the Thursday-Friday fuck fest.Not had her brain become used to beholding Andre Quinn without imagining a dance of the hanky panky with him. Those images flashed into her mind with every step and action he took; all he had to do was breathe beside her and her nipples would harden beneath her underwear, or lift his fingers and she would remember what they had done to her and with her.It drove her crazier because he seemed to be over it, that casual expressionless attitude of his having returned a thousand folds. He didn't flirt with h

  Silver stilettos with high fuck-me heels,   Body-embracing indigo sequin dress,   Shimmering jewelry adorning the ankles,   Off the shoulder and criss-cross back,   Long see-through lace sleeves; perfect illusion of modesty,   Captivating choker necklace decorating delicate neck,   Designers' dangling earrings,   Smokey eyes, long scanty lashes and fiery red lipstick,   Alluring silver blonde waves cascading down the shoulders,   Silver clutch purse...   Cologne exuding bold feminine sensuality with a touch of elegance and class.   "Password?"   Clara parted her lips, handing the card which ha