Worth Waiting For by Vanessa Devereaux Read Free Book Online Page A

and finally thumbs greeted one another.
    He was about to kiss
her.  
    Should I let him? Oh God, yes, she
would. In fact, she hoped he never stopped.
    His lips were mere
inches from hers; his minty breath tickling her nose.
    She closed her eyes,
feeling his mouth take hers. They locked their hands together as Kate opened to
him, and he ran his tongue around her lips before sliding it inside her mouth.
    Her pussy pulled and
throbbed, her nipples ached, and she wanted this to go one step further but at
the same time wanted to run and hide. She wanted to escape to a place where
there wasn’t temptation, and where she wouldn’t risk getting hurt.
    Brock let go of her
hand, brought his out of the water, and put both arms around her waist. She
knew she shouldn’t be encouraging him but Kate placed hers around his neck.
    His cock pressed into
her belly like it had on the boat.
    I have to stop this... She pulled away.
    They stood looking at
one another again, neither of them saying a word.
    “You know this is
wrong?” Kate asked.
    “Why,
because you’re my boss? I think we both know we’ve
got something between us. Have since the first time we set eyes on one
another.”
    She couldn’t deny
that, so she simply nodded and wouldn’t give in to a verbal response.
    “So I figure if we
have sex and get it over and done with, it will take the edge off our obvious
physical attraction, and after we’re done we can go about our business here.”
    It makes perfect sense. Why didn’t I think of that? “You’re right. Let’s just go for it,” she said.
    Before she could say
anything else, Brock had backed her up against the wall.
    “Don’t know about you
but I don’t think I can make it upstairs to a bed,” said Brock.
    She had to agree
because her panties were already drenched and walking would be downright
uncomfortable.
    He gave her a quick
kiss. “You and your ex ever done it right here against this wall?”
    Kate shook her head.
Knowing that was how he was going to fuck her excited her all the more. She’d
never done it standing. The thought of him thrusting into her with her ass
against the cold tiled wall made her heart beat faster.
    Brock slipped his
arms around her waist again and pulled her in closer. He kissed her while
letting one hand drop down her body so he could yank her dress up until it was
bunched around her thighs. His fingers crept up her leg and then underneath the
lace edge of her panties.
    Any minute, he’d know
and feel how wet he made her.
    Brock stopped kissing
her. “I want to see your face when I do this to you.”
    He pushed her panties
to one side and his fingers went through her curls, finding her clit in no
time.
    If Kate was to take a
guess, she’d say Brock had fucked more than his share of women, which brought
about mixed emotions. It thrilled her because it meant he’d know exactly what
to do to please her. Yet it scared her because it was the guys who fucked often
that were most likely to break your heart, the love-them-and-leave-them crowd.
Sure, she and Brock had an agreement that this was going to be a one-time thing to get all the tension out of the way,
but what if she wanted more once they were done?
    Brock circled her
clit, slowly at first and then faster before letting his finger ease down into
her folds to tease the entrance of her pussy. He tapped the very opening of her
slit.
    Kate could feel her
cream slipping from inside her and knew he must, too. The panties were in the
way and she wanted him to have full access to her. “Rip my panties off me,” she
said. Wow, surely that’s hadn’t come from
my mouth. I was once known as innocent Kate.
    “You
sure? They feel pretty, not to mention expensive.”
    “I’m positive.”
    He reached between
their bodies and gave one hard tug. There was the sound of the lace ripping,
and then a cool breeze kissing her skin as Brock tugged the material away from
her mound. It turned her on like she never would have thought possible.