Claiming Magique: 1 by Tina Donahue Read Free Book Online Page B

stiffening his cock.
    He pictured her standing near one of
those granite pillars, wearing another dress like the one she had on the other
night, only this baby would be scarlet, the color of passion. She’d draped her
hair over one shoulder, leaving the other bared, accessible, defenseless to his
touch and kisses.
    Without a word, she strolled inside,
her walk as graceful as he recalled despite her black spike heels. Placing her
small evening bag on his desk, she continued to the credenza. Not to pour a
drink, oh no. She reached beneath her right arm, lowering her zipper. The dress
peeled away from her, its ends folding over, widening the V, showing more skin,
though not too much. Tonight, she’d surprised him, wearing a crimson thong and
bustier. Tonight, she was going to make him work even harder for his pleasure.
    The springs in his chair squeaked as
he left it. As he crossed the room to her, she allowed her dress to drop to the
floor and stepped out of it. Keeping her back to him, she bent at the waist,
her hands gripping the lip of his credenza.
    The fire’s flickering flames
alternately pinked up her flesh and cast soft shadows
on it. The thong’s satin strap disappeared in the furrow between her cheeks.
    The sight sucked all the air from
his lungs. It drew him to her. He smiled at her fragrance, the same as she’d
worn the other night. As far as Hunt was concerned, she’d never wear another.
If she didn’t smell like roses, jasmine and musk, he wanted her to smell of
him.
    He pulled off his tie and unbuttoned
his collar, edging closer.
    At the tap of his shoes on the
floor, she spread her legs and lifted her ass, inviting him to use each of her
openings.
    Easy, he warned himself before he mounted her in haste and the act
was finished. He didn’t want to rush, but couldn’t stand to wait. Bending over
her, he ran his hands down her bare arms. She shivered, making a sound that
told him of her delight. He wound his arms around her in a tender caress,
bringing his mouth to her ear, kissing the lobe, then nibbling it.
    “That tickles,” she said and
laughed. A miraculous sound he needed to hear and wasn’t about to question.
    Despite his pressing need of her, he
forced himself to go slow and be gentle, easing her thong down to the top of
her thighs, exposing her anus and cunt. Her underwear’s satin crotch was damp
with her excitement. Her female fragrance wafted up, tightening his chest,
muddying his thoughts.
    He worked his stiffened rod out of
his boxers and fly, running its head down her dewy cleft. She was slick and
oh-so ready for him.
    Every part of his body responded,
making Hunt feel as though he might burst. Unable to hold off any longer, he
positioned himself, driving his cock into her pussy, then grabbed her hands,
lacing their fingers to imprison her further.
    She whimpered. He groaned.
    “Hey.”
    Hunt blinked and frowned at Tim.
Arms crossed over his chest, his friend was leaning against one of those
pompous granite pillars, his iron-gray suit and pearl-gray tie looking as
serious as he did.
    “Go away, I’m busy,” Hunt said.
    “No kidding. We have a meeting.
Remember?”
    He did now, but didn’t move. No way
was he going to hang up before he knew Magique’s real
name, her past and present. “I’ll be there in a sec.”
    “How about
now? We all want to go home before today
turns into tomorrow. Have some fun, you know?”
    He did, which was why he wasn’t
about to cut off the call. “Soon as I’m finished here, I’ll join you.”
    “Waiting for the head chief of some
shit to answer your call?”
    Hunt offered a smile. “Something like that.”
    “Good.” Tim gave him a wry grin. “Wouldn’t want you to be wasting your time on Magique . Using Flannigan to try to find out who she is or
anything like that.”
    Right. “I told you, I’m using Flannigan for something personal.”
    Tim arched one blond brow, his
expression remarkably similar to the many corporate portraits of his