Desert of the Damned by Kathy Kulig Read Free Book Online

“Dante.”
    “Hush.”
    “This is for you, because I left you alone in the desert last night.”
    Was this supposed to be an apology? The man lived dangerously. At least he acknowledged leaving her alone. “Where did you go?”
    The roughness of his tongue laved at her sensitive nipples. He captured them between his teeth. “I bet you’re wet.” Between her legs, he circled her entrance with the tips of his fingers, then plunged one finger into her moist channel. Amy nearly cried out.
    “Very wet,” he said, as he captured her moans with his mouth. “Shhh. I want to taste you again. Just for a minute.”
    “No, Dante. We should stop.”
    He ignored her and knelt between her legs. His tongue licked her slit and she bucked her hips. The sensations were so intense her body shuddered with every touch.
    Grabbing his head, she pulled him down toward her swollen bud where her body ached for his attention but he licked, sucked and nipped everywhere but that one spot she needed him to touch most. The hunger tormented her and swept deep inside.
    “Dante, you’re torturing me.”
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    He hummed against her pussy, which sent another wave of sensations to her core.
    Then he captured her clit between his lips and licked it with his tongue, which sent her over the edge.
    She bucked against his mouth while the orgasm pulsed through her, gripping the arms of the chair and biting her lip to keep from crying out.
    He raised his head and smiled, then picked up his folder. Checking his watch, he said, “Get yourself squared away, I need to go to my meeting.” His tone was cold after their intimate encounter and she felt cheap. She had agreed to no commitment. She hadn’t agreed to being treated like a whore.
    She glared at him. “What was this?”
    “I don’t understand. You didn’t enjoy yourself?”
    She growled under her breath. “Dante—”
    A knock at the door made Amy swing her legs down and pull down her skirt. Too late to try to button all the buttons, Dante handed her the file to cover her open shirt and slipped her panties in his pants pocket.
    Seated on the desk, he calmly said, “Come in.”
    Amy felt a jolt of terror. My God, what was I thinking? I could get fired. The door swung open.
    In the open doorway, Phil from administration stuck his head into the room. He was in his forties, with dark, short-trimmed hair and business casual dress. “Sorry to interrupt. Dante, you ready?”
    “Be right there, Phil. Just finishing up.”
    “I’ll wait outside.” The door closed.
    Amy quickly buttoned her blouse, straightened her skirt and walked with Dante to the door.
    “I’ll call you later,” he said. “Another night in the desert.”
    It was a statement not a question. “No,” she answered. “I think it best we don’t continue.” As he was about to open the door, she realized he had her panties.
    Giving her a sly grin, he slipped his hand inside his pocket. Thank God, he remembered her panties. But he pulled out a piece of gum, unwrapped it and stuck it in his mouth.
    Turning toward the door, he frowned for a second, then put on his professional persona the moment he opened the door. “We’ll finish this later,” he said to Amy as he smiled at Phil standing in the hallway.
    “Let’s hustle, buddy. We’re late,” Phil said.
    “Sorry, I’m playing catch-up today. End of the month stuff.”
    Phil nodded his sympathies as the two men marched down the hall toward the conference room. Still dazed, Amy felt her heart hammering inside her chest. As she 30
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    strode toward the ladies’ room, she swore silently. Good grief, she would have to work the rest of the day without panties.
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Chapter Four
    After Amy got back to the lab, she walked straight into the storeroom to collect her thoughts and check on Sienna. A good excuse. She wanted to hide until her pulse settled down so Truly wouldn’t know what had happened with Dante. She squatted next to the box