Terms of Surrender by Gracie C. Mckeever Read Free Book Online

know why I let you stress me out."
    "Are you?"
    "Am I what?"

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    "Stressed out.”
    "I'm slowly getting there."
    Nick laughed as he stood and came from behind his desk, aware of the bulge in his pants and not caring if she noticed, especially since she was the one who'd put it there.
    Slany eyed him warily, but didn't retreat as he approached, stopping a foot in front of her.
    "You know what they say is the best stress reliever?"
    Her eyes widened ever so slightly, but she remained silent as she stared up at him, plainly anticipating his next move.
    He had news for her, because the ball was in her court.
    Your move, Breeze.
    She didn't disappoint him, slowly ran the tip of her tongue over her luscious lips, igniting his imagination and making him wonder what that organ of taste would feel like wrapped around and stroking his hard cock.
    "No. Why don't you tell me?"
    If he picked up the gauntlet she'd just thrown down, he knew there would be no turning back for either of them, and no longer cared about the consequences. Hell, he barely remembered they were at their job, in his office, the door unlocked.
    Nick took a step closer, paused as he stared at her, giving her a chance to fall back.
    She didn't, simply looked up at him with a curious heated expression.
    Good girl. Stay with me.
    He tilted his head to one side as he leaned in to take her mouth, closed his eyes and saw skyrockets blasting off when their lips converged.
    He pulled back for the second it took him to murmur, "Open for me, Slany," surprised when she did. He thrust his tongue against hers before sweeping past it altogether and into the hot depths of her eager mouth to thoroughly devour.
    In that instant, he knew. Slany was a submissive!
    Nick felt it in the way she became pliant in his arms when he slid them up to embrace her, all but melting against him as he alternately nibbled and sucked her full bottom lip. He felt it in the way she moaned deep in her throat, a lingual white flag of surrender as she pressed closer to him, returning his embrace.
    Nick lost what little composure he had when she slid her hands up to his nape, fingers caressing his scalp, the innocent yet erotic contact making his breath come out in harsh gasps against her mouth, his hard cock pressed painfully against the fly of his pants.
    He pulled back to stare at her, the expression in her emerald eyes plainly emitting her hunger and need, plainly mirroring his. His dick throbbed with expectancy.
    "This isn't right, Nick," she said.

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    He wouldn't let her retreat now, not after discovering her nature, that they were compatible. He wondered how in the world this woman had been working under his nose all this time without his knowing what she was.
    You were too busy arguing with her, letting her get under your skin to notice anything except her great tits and her outstanding round ass.
    He'd been blinded by her dynamite packaging, hadn't been able to get past the physical to her inner workings until recently. He'd let her sidetrack him. Like she was trying to do now.
    "You and I both know this is going to happen, right or wrong," Nick murmured.
    She surprised him yet again when she nodded, the need and hunger in her eyes now clouded by confusion and turmoil.
    Nick splayed one hand across her stomach, felt the muscles tense against his fingers before he slid his hand up and tweaked one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
    He stared at her face, willed Slany to return his gaze as he gently pulled and rolled her nipple through her blouse and bra before sliding his hand inside to cup one warm, plump breast.
    She leaned into his palm, and his balls tightened when she slowly licked her lips.
    "If you keep doing that, I'm going to fuck you right here, right now."
    She shivered and closed her eyes at his words, and he wondered if hard, tough Slany Breeze liked dirty talk during sex, wondered if she liked to be tied up or spanked, determined to find