Gone - Part One

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Authors: Deborah Bladon
but the overwhelming need my body has to feel pleasure from his is silencing everything but my want.
    "I've thought about how beautiful your breasts are since I saw that picture of you." His voice is heavy and measured as he wraps his left hand around my waist, pulling my hips into him. "I haven't stopped thinking about what your cunt looks like. How pretty and pink it must be."
    I've never heard that word fall from a man's lips so effortlessly before. It's filled with crude, measureless desire and it pulls a small uncontrollable moan from within me. "I want…"
    "Everything your body wants, I'll give to it, Lilly." His long fingers slide over my silk covered mound, pulling the wetness into the fabric. "You're so wet."
    I push back with my hands still resting against the glass. The city below us hasn't stopped at all. No one passing by the building in a rush would know what was going on against the window, stories above where they are. The office building across the street still has a sprinkling of lights on and I suddenly realize what that means. "Can anyone see us?"
    His index finger quickly dives beneath the edge of the leg of my panties and I almost cry out from the sudden rush of sensation as he hones in on my swollen clit. "You wax.  I knew that you'd wax."
    My right hand falls from the glass to my crotch. I want desperately to feel more so I press my hand over his; the only separation of our skin is the silk of the fabric. "I like to be smooth."
    "Fuck," he growls into my neck. "Spread more for me."
    I lean my hands against the window knowing that I need the leverage if I'm going to shift position at all. I'm close to an orgasm already and it's not just from the perfect, skilled pressure he's applying to my core. It's the sound of his voice and the smell of his skin and the dangerous edge of knowing that someone could be gazing past the corner of one of the closed blinds in the building across the street. I slide my right foot over before following suit with the left. I swallow hard to stifle a scream the moment I feel him slip his finger into my channel. 
    "You're going to come for me." His lips are against my cheek now, his free hand wrapped around my neck. "I want to hear the sweet sounds you make when you come all over my hand."
    I lean back into him, giving in to my body's need to find its release. I grind my hips into his hand, seeking more depth of pleasure. "Touch my clit. Please, Mr. Parker. Touch it."
    The only sound that fills the room is the low growl that flows from him as he pulls my clit between two of his fingers, leading me closer and closer to the edge.
    "I'm going to come," I say breathlessly into the air.
    He tilts my head back by the slight pressure of his hand on my neck as he glides his lush lips over mine. "Let me hear it, Lilly. Let me hear it."
    My knees buckle as the orgasm hits me with brutal force. I whimper softly before I let out a deep, guttural moan.
     

Chapter 11
     
    "Mr. Parker?" A woman's voice calls from the doorway of his office.
    I panic because that's what women instinctively do when they're caught in a compromising position with their boss. I try to push free of his embrace, but he grazes his moist lips over my cheek before he lets go of my neck and pulls his hand free of my panties.
    "Don’t move." His breath whispers over my ear. "Stay right here."
    I'd do as I'm told but the parts of me that believe I should run out of his office with my face covered by my hands are winning the internal battle that is going on within me. I have no idea how long the woman at the doorway has been there. I don't know what she heard or saw, but I do know that I'm not about to stick around to find out.
    I turn quickly only to look up to the calm and very relaxed face of the man who just gave me a mind-numbing orgasm. He bites the corner of his lip before he slowly brings his hand to his face, running two of the fingers that were just buried within me across his mouth. I watch in silence as he

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