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Going Down by Kris Eton
Going Down By Kris Eton
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Going Down by Kris Eton This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Going Down Copyright© 2007 Kris Eton ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐164‐0 Cover Artist: Sable Grey Editor: Melanie Noto All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Cobblestone Press, LLC www.cobblestone‐press.com
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Chapter One “Going down?” the man in the elevator said, holding the door open with one hand. Out of the three elevators in Sarah Hartman’s office building, why did this one have to open? It was dark. It was late, and all she wanted to do was go home to her apartment, open a bottle of wine, and take a hot bath. Instead, she had to share an elevator with Ian Shane. Oh, yeah, he was handsome enough: tall and broad‐shouldered, with rich brown hair threaded with golden highlights only surfers and rock climbers seemed to get. Problem was, he knew he was gorgeous. Pompous ass. Ian frowned. “Are you getting in or not?” Sarah hugged her tote bag, and tried to cover the small amount of cleavage peeping through her conservative business attire. The red silk wraparound blouse had seemed the perfect choice this morning to brighten the rainy day, but now she wasn’t so sure. Ian was known for being a flirt with anyone having two breasts and a pair of legs. He might be hot, but he wasn’t all that discriminating. At least, that’s what she’d heard from Laura, the receptionist. “Fine,” he said crisply, letting go of the door. As it started to slide shut, the lights in the hallway shut off. She shivered. Waiting for another elevator in a dark, empty office building
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Going Down by Kris Eton was not something she relished, so she slipped into the elevator at the last possible moment. Ian had a bemused expression on his face. “Parking Garage Level Two, please,” she said in a brusque tone. She moved to the corner of the car farthest from Ian and stared up at the floor indicator above the doors. Most of the time she was glad she worked on the fifty‐fifth floor, because of the spectacular view from her office window. But now, she suddenly wished she worked for the insurance company on the second floor. “Great minds think alike.” He pressed the button on the panel in front of him, and leaned against the wall of the elevator to give her a friendly smile. “Excuse me?” she asked. “Well, I suppose I should say, ‘great minds park alike.” “Everyone in our office has a parking space on Level Two.” He cleared his throat and loosened his tie. “So…you work for Harris & Baker?” “For three years now.” The guy wasn’t only a sleaze ball, he was also an idiot. She was head of the Human Resources department. How could he not have noticed her leading every sexual harassment seminar, the annual review of the company’s 401(k) plan, and the mandatory meeting just a few months ago when they switched health plans? His brow crinkled as if he were confused. “Sarah Hartman?” she prompted. “Human Resources?” “Oh, yeah. That’s right. I thought you looked familiar.” He rubbed his hand across his brow, and his face turned red. “Don’t you usually have your hair up?” He gestured at her long, dark‐brown hair, which now spilled over the shoulders of her suit jacket. She tucked her hair behind one ear in a self‐conscious motion. “I went for a swim this morning at the Y. I was late, so I…” Why was she explaining herself to this guy? Next, she’d be telling him why she’d chosen to wear her sling back heels versus her sturdier, low‐heeled pumps. Or why she had on no stockings, instead of her usual nude hose.
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Going Down by Kris Eton “Never mind.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and looked up at the floor indicator again. Forty‐nine. Forty‐eight. Forty‐seven. The awkward silence grew inside the elevator. Sarah shifted from one foot to the other, hoping it would stop at the next floor and pick up someone else. Anyone. But who else in the building would be here at ten o’clock on a Monday night? For that matter, what was Ian Shane doing here this late? With those damn blue eyes and that sexy, sideways smile, he seemed like the type who would never miss happy hour at the bar down the block. Why had God wasted all that male beauty on a jerk? He cleared his throat. “I do some swimming myself. Gotta have a strong stroke to keep out of the undertow.” “Excuse me?” “I surf.” “Of course you do.” “Did I say something wrong?” “Look, I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work.” She tried to keep her focus on the numbers above the door. He raised a quizzical brow. “What am I trying to do?” “Hit on me.” “Oh. Is that what I’m doing?” Ian’s throaty laughter filled the elevator’s small confines. “Thought I was just trying to make pleasant conversation.” Sarah’s cheeks flamed at his words. She was such an idiot. Of course he wasn’t flirting with her. He might try to fuck every other woman in the office, or so Laura said, but he wasn’t trying his moves on her. Men like him usually didn’t. She pulled at the edges of her red silk blouse. It was a bit racier than her usual office attire. Now she’d wished she’d worn the mock turtleneck sweater instead. She caught his eyes on her. He was staring at her cleavage. So he wasn’t hitting on her, huh? Yeah, right. With deliberate precision, she buttoned the next button on her suit jacket. His eyes flicked away from her breasts, and he ran his fingers through his sun‐bleached hair in a nervous gesture.
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Going Down by Kris Eton Thirty‐five. Thirty‐four. Clunk! The elevator jolted to a stop and the bright lights inside it snapped off, plunging them into complete darkness. Oh, God. We’re stuck! In the elevator, in the dark. At night. With no one else in the building. For a few seconds, the absolute blackness inside the small car made terror rise in Sarah’s throat. She couldn’t see her hand in front of her eyes, and her familiar childhood panic gripped her. She hated dark places. “Get me out of here,” she begged in a strained whisper. She braced herself against the wall of the elevator, grabbed the handrail, and slid to the floor. She wanted to curl into a ball and die. “Give it a second,” Ian’s rumbling voice cut through the blackness. “The emergency lights should kick in—“ As he said the words, the dim secondary lighting system snapped on. “—any second.” ***** Ian’s eyes finally adjusted to the sharp glare of the emergency lighting, and instead of finding the sexy brunette in the hot red blouse standing across from him, she was curled up on the floor, trembling. He lifted his eyebrows. What is she doing on the floor? “Are you all right?” He reached out a friendly hand to help her up. She clenched her hands tightly at her side. “Do you have a paper bag?” “Why?” She took several deep breaths. “Hyperventilation…paper bag…helps…” Her face was ashen; her breathing, rapid and shallow. “Are you claustrophobic?” Ian crouched down next to her and tried to help her stand. She shook off his hands. “I just need…a paper bag…”
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Going Down by Kris Eton Of course his office crush would despise him. That’s pretty much how his life had been going for the past nine months...like shit. She had never noticed him admiring her from the back of the conference room during those required HR meetings. She usually had her hair pulled back tight, and wore a pair of dark‐rimmed glasses, which was why he almost didn’t recognize her tonight when she first stepped into the elevator car. But there was something undeniably sexy about her—and now she hated him. Perfect. “I don’t have a paper bag,” he said. “Great. Looks like you carry everything but the kitchen sink in that thing.” She pointed at his leather backpack. Then she pulled her knees close to her body. Their conversation seemed to be distracting her, so he decided to keep her talking. “No paper bag. Sorry. Just my wetsuit, a bottle of water, and the Wall Street Journal.” “Your wetsuit?” The tone of her voice was less strained. “Who brings a wetsuit to work?” “I do, I guess.” “Do you surf during your lunch hour?” The color was returning to her face. He shrugged. “Sometimes. Santa Monica is only fifteen minutes away, and around noon on a weekday it’s usually deserted. I get the waves all to myself.” “Oh.” He must have caught her off guard, because she stopped with the questions. He charged ahead. “It’s a stress reliever. Have you ever been?” “Me? Surfing?” Sarah relaxed her pose and tucked a strand of long, dark hair behind one ear. “Um, do you mind?” She held out her hand. Ah, a peace offering. He pulled her up. “Why not? Life’s too short. Gotta put yourself out there and try something new. You might be surprised. You just might like it.” He wished she’d be willing to try, because he’d definitely make it worth her while.
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Going Down by Kris Eton “Me? On a surfboard?” The emergency lights wavered. She grabbed his arm. “Hey, it’s okay.” He put his other arm around her shoulders to give her comfort, but she ducked underneath it. She was a touchy one, all right. He dropped his arm. “They do that sometimes.” “I’m a risk‐taker.” Her voice carried a note of defensiveness. “Maybe I don’t surf, but I don’t just sit around on my duff, either.” “It’s an awfully nice duff,” he murmured, eyeing her well‐rounded ass in the form‐fitting skirt. “I should have guessed you’d say something like that.” She crossed her arms and leaned her lovely ass against the wall. He lifted a brow. “What do you mean?” “Don’t tell me you don’t know what the whole office says about you.” “About me?” He’d been working at Harris & Baker in the competitive field of sales, so he had little time for office gossip. His life was mainly work, surf, and sleep. Sure, women at the office hit on him, but he always turned them down. He didn’t have eyes for anyone but Sarah—who apparently despised him. “Why don’t you ask Julie in Accounting or Deb in Marketing? They would be more than happy to remind you what you did.” He knitted his brow in confusion. “Oh, of course.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “You don’t remember them, do you? You hit on so many women, you can even keep track.” “So many women? What? Is that what they’re saying about me?” “Don’t act so innocent, Mr. Fuck ‘em and Leave ‘em.” “Who am I supposed to have fucked? Debbie and...” “It’s Deb.” “And Juliet?” “Deb, Julie...and a string of others. Don’t play dumb. You think that because you’ve got me alone in this elevator late at night that something’s bound to happen, right?” “No, that is not what I’m thinking. What’s on my mind is how much I’d like to go home, take a shower, and get some sleep before I leave
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Going Down by Kris Eton for Tokyo tomorrow.” Although, if Sarah were willing, he be more than happy to accommodate her right here in the elevator. He’d always wanted more time to get to know her, to talk to her, and just get one touch of her soft‐as‐satin skin. But as a junior salesman, he was out of town three days out of five, and was sometimes gone for more than a week at a time. As much as he wanted to ask her out, the timing never seemed right. Now she thought he was some kind of office lecher. Great. “Oh.” She sounded chagrined. Like she expected him to live up to this awful image she’d built up in her mind, and now he was disappointing her. Then an idea struck him. Maybe this was his chance. He was going to Japan tomorrow for ten days. He wouldn’t be back in the office for more than a week. So instead of wimping out, maybe he should take advantage of the situation. Maybe he could live up to her expectations. Maybe that was what she wanted. He leaned in toward her, put his hand on the wall behind her, and boxed her in. She backed into the wall. He smelled her perfume, which was a light, citrus scent. Clean. Sweet. Just like she was. At first, he was afraid he might be coming on too strong. That he was scaring her. But he then saw a little flame of heat in her eyes. She liked this. The office lothario seducing her in the elevator. Who knew that prim Sarah Hartman had a thing for bad boys? Oh, this was going to be too much fun.
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Chapter Two “What’s wrong, Sarah?” He traced a line down the side of her face with his finger. She batted it away. “Nothing.” As much as she wanted to hate this man, her insides started to quiver. The heat from his tight, muscular body, now nestled so close to hers, was almost unbearable. This was not going well. She was supposed to despise him, but when he backed her against the wall... He made her blood race. “Why are you breathing so hard?” His finger lingered on the collar of her jacket, just inches away from her red silk blouse and the hint of cleavage peeking out. “I’m not.” Lie. She could hear it in her voice. A breathlessness. Her hands froze at her sides. She wanted to shove his hand away, but something deep inside her wouldn’t let her do it. Ian swept his eyes from her face, to her exposed neck, down to the vee of her blouse. And for one crazy moment, she was tempted to reach up, unbutton her jacket, and untie the wrap blouse. Her nipples tightened, and her clit pulsed to life. Stop! I’m supposed to hate this guy. He’s the office jerk. What’s wrong with me? “Yes, you are. Your heart’s racing like a little rabbit’s.” He slid his hand under the neck of her blouse, right over her heart. “Why are you so scared, Sarah?”
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Going Down by Kris Eton The coolness of his hand underneath her clothing caused her to start. She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand away. The gall of this guy! Too bad the rest of her didn’t agree with her outrage. Her pussy was damp and her nipples tightened into hard little nubs. She bit down on her lip. She wanted—no, needed—him to slide his hand a little lower. Under her bra and over her tit. “I’m not scared,” she whispered. Ian looked straight into her eyes and peered down at her mouth. She loosened her grip on his wrist. He leaned his head forward, and she waited for his kiss. She was dying for it. Aching for him to touch her. “Are you sure about that?” His mouth hovered centimeters above hers. “What if I did something like this?” He moved the hand inside her blouse and pushed her bra strap down. His cool fingers touched the sensitive flesh just above her nipple, and he circled them around and around. Sarah closed her eyes to the myriad sensations as his fingers played with her breast, coming ever closer to her areola and the raspberry of her nipple. Her breath caught in her throat. Finally, his lips pressed hers and his fingers closed around her tight, dusky nipple. She sighed and opened her mouth to the caress of his tongue. He kissed her hard, pressing her back against the wall of the elevator. She devoured him, and let him play with her tongue in a sexy duel. He gently teased her pebble‐hard nipple between his fingertips. God, it felt so good to have him touch her, squeeze her, and caress her. Her pussy was damp and throbbed more with each gentle pinch of his fingers. His arm, which had been braced above her, slid around behind her, and he slipped his hand into the waistband of her skirt. Alarm bells went off in her head. Sex in the elevator with Ian Shane? What was she thinking? It was not her intention to be another name on his long list of office conquests. She needed to gain the upper hand.
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Going Down by Kris Eton She broke off the kiss and pushed his hard body away from hers. The solid muscle of his chest beneath her hands almost made her change her mind. He had one hot surfer body. What would it be like to have him poised over her, ready to enter her? “Stop.” “Stop?” His lips were tinged red from her lipstick. Wiping it off his mouth with the back of his hand, he let out a ragged sigh. “You want me to stop?” “Yes.” She yanked up her bra strap, straightened her skirt, and smoothed imaginary wrinkles from it. “You think I’m going to make it easy for you?” “I didn’t realize there was a process. We were just enjoying a little kissing, a little touching. Seemed like you were in to it just as much as I was.” “You’re used to having women do whatever you tell them to do.” “Is that right?” With a smirk, he buttoned one of his shirt cuffs, which had come undone. She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’ve never had to beg for sex in your life.” “Beg? You think I’m going to beg you for sex?” “Yes, I do.” A plan formed in her mind. By the time the elevator was up and running, he would be on his knees praying for her to relieve his hard‐on. He crossed his arms over his well‐formed chest. “How do you propose to do that?” “Let’s see.” She moved toward him, slinking along like a sleek black panther in the jungle. “First, you need to stand way back here.” She poked him in the chest with her index finger, and he backed up against the opposite wall. She turned and took three hip‐swaying steps back to the other side of the small compartment. She could feel his eyes on her ass. Perfect. “Now what?” There was a catch in his voice that hadn’t been there before. This was going to be so easy....
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Going Down by Kris Eton She turned to face him, licked her lips, and gave him the rules of the game. “First, you stay over there. Second, no touching—just watching.” She slipped out of her jacket and let it fall to the floor. Her red silk blouse clung to her more than ample breasts. Her nipples were still aroused. His eyes glittered in the dim lighting, and he took a step toward her. The sexual animal in him was clearly on the prowl. “I said, ‘stay there’.” She put a hand out to keep him at bay, and untied the wraparound blouse with her other hand. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. But there was something powerful about affecting a man that much, and it gave her a heady feeling. Why not drive him absolutely mad with longing? Let him think something was going to happen, and then snatch it away from him at the last minute, leaving him with the worst case of blue balls ever. That would teach him to fuck every woman in sight. Her blouse fell open and exposed her breasts, which were held high by a lacy white demi‐bra. Her nipples were barely concealed by the see‐through fabric, their dusky points an invitation. Ian sucked in his breath. She looked up at him and did her best to look like a wanton woman. With a wicked half‐smile, she pushed the silk blouse off her shoulders. “Do you like what you see, Ian?” Her blouse joined her jacket on the floor with a whisper. His eyelids fluttered. “You know I do.” He gripped the low railing behind him, knuckles white. Perspiration appeared on his brow. Her breasts ached. She wanted to undo the front hook of her bra and let her tits fall free. She wanted his hot hands on her nipples—pinching, twisting, and teasing them. Then he would suck them into his mouth and nibble on them. With such graphic images flashing through her mind, she had a hard time forming words. “Do you want to touch my breasts?” “Yes,” he whispered, his eyes riveted on her chest.
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Going Down by Kris Eton Her pussy grew wet and hot at the thought. Goddamn him and his sexy bedroom eyes, his tight surfer body, and his sensuous lips. This was her game. She was in control. Now that she was in the middle of it, though, she couldn’t remember why she had started it in the first place. “Sorry,” she said, unable to conceal his affect on her. Her voice trembled. “We said no touching, meaning you. But we never agreed that I couldn’t touch them.” His face turned white. What was she thinking? Where did those words come from? Granted, she was so fucking hot right now, it would be a relief to touch herself. But in front of this man? The plan had been to give him a little strip show and that was all, but now she had taken a different path. Her libido was taking over, and she worried how far she might go. With a shrug, she let one silken strap fall down her shoulder. The edge of her demi‐bra sagged open, revealing one creamy breast and a hard bud of a nipple. She heard Ian take a ragged breath, and the sound turned up the flame inside her another notch. “Do you like what you see?” She tilted her chin down and looked up at him through her lashes. “Do you want me to touch myself, Ian?” The bulge in his pants grew to twice the size it had been a minute ago. He nodded. She drew her fingertips across her exposed nipple. God, it felt so good. More moisture dripped between her legs with each touch. She rubbed her nipple in slow circles, and closed her eyes. She imagined Ian touching her like this, and tried to forget where they were. Her nipples hardened to impossibly tight points. She slid her hand to her other breast under the lacy cup of the demi‐bra, and pushed down the fabric. She grabbed her whole tit in her hand and squeezed, groaning at the release it gave her. Her clit throbbed with need. She imagined Ian’s fingers stroking her between her legs, and knew she couldn’t stop with this little bit of teasing. Not now. It felt too good. Knowing he was forced to watch her made her hotter than any regular fucking she’d ever experienced.
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Going Down by Kris Eton She let go of her left breast, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the floor to join her jacket and silk blouse. “Are you hot for me, Ian? Do you want to fuck me?” She unzipped the side zipper of her skirt. Things were moving quickly now. The need inside her was unbearable. “Do you want to watch me touch myself? To make myself come?” The skirt fell down over her hips and landed in a crumpled pile at her feet, revealing her white lace thong. She stepped out of the skirt and ran her hands down her abdomen and over her thighs. “God, Sarah. I can’t—“ His voice shook. “You can, and you will.” Her power over him was intoxicating. He followed her instructions to the letter. Having a hot, sexy man watch her undress and play with herself was more arousing than she had thought possible. She set one foot on the railing that ran around the elevator, putting her pussy on display. It was covered by only the barest scrap of white silk. “Oh God, Sarah. What are you doing?” Ian reached up and loosened his tie with one finger. His eyes focused on her pussy. She grasped the railing for support with one hand, and went back to teasing her breasts and nipples with the other. Her hips rocked forward, and the need in her clit grew unbearable. Instead of closing her eyes, this time she stared straight at Ian. His eyes locked with hers for one brief, hot moment. She reveled in watching his gaze slide down her almost‐naked body to the juncture of her thighs. The heat inside her grew. He was so turned on, so hot for her. She moved her hand from her pebble‐hard nipple to her slit. Moving aside the wet scrap of her thong panties, she slid a finger across her already‐swollen clit. Back and forth, she moved her finger, dipping into the wetness of her vagina. The touch was like lightning. She was barely aware of her surroundings. Everything inside her centered on her finger, her pussy, and the soft, wet, sucking sound she made as she slid her finger inside her vagina for more moisture. A climax slowly built inside her.
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Going Down by Kris Eton “Sarah,” he said, his breathing heavy. “Goddamn, what are you doing to me?” But at that point, she didn’t even care about her audience. It was all about the tight, wet heat of her pussy. The stroking, the throbbing. Her nipples zinged to attention, and she continued to stroke herself. How good it would feel right now to have Ian touch her, suck on her nipples, and help her to achieve release. She slid two fingers across her clit and then deep inside her vagina. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster. “Jesus,” he cried. As she stroked herself toward climax, she gave little mewling cries. She could feel it coming, the building of tension until she was as taut as a wire, the pleasure so intense she thought she might snap. Her fingers worked the bud of her clit harder and harder, faster and faster. It felt so fucking good, she didn’t want to stop. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” The orgasm erupted inside of her like an electric shock, and she screamed at the pleasure of it. Liquid heat oozed out of her vagina and dripped down her leg. She continued to stroke her finger deep inside herself, hoping for a double shot. Soon the last few jolts of her orgasm rocketed through her. As she came down from the climax, a deep satisfaction filled her whole body. If her elevator voyeur wasn’t begging for it now, he was either insane or dead. No red‐blooded American male could hold himself back after that display. Keen to gauge his reaction, she opened her eyes.
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Chapter Three Ian watched Sarah’s soft little fingers slide in and out of that glorious pink pussy, exposed for him to see in his own private sex show, and decided she had to be the sexiest woman alive. She was a goddess. Her hair hung loose and wild around her naked shoulders, and her breasts, with their erect nipples, thrust upward toward the ceiling. And she was bringing herself to climax right in front of him. His dick grew painfully erect in his pants. She was right. He would be begging for it before long. He focused on the wet lips of her vagina as her fingers brought out more and more cream. Then she stroked her fingers across the growing red bud of her clit. He wanted to kneel down and stick his face right in her pussy. To lick the cream off of those beautiful pink folds, and bring her to orgasm. But she seemed to be doing a fair job of it herself. There was something erotic about watching a seemingly demure woman finger fuck herself. Oh, the hot, sexy woman she hid behind those glasses and that conservative hairstyle. He had fantasized about that possibility over the last nine months. Some men might have written her off as uptight or a prude, but Ian had suspected that underneath her cool exterior beat the heart of a wanton woman. And now, he was amazed at just how right he had been.
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Going Down by Kris Eton Sarah’s moans grew louder, higher, faster. Her fingers sped up, circling her clit, and then sliding back into her vagina. Her hips tipped forward, her eyes closed, and her mouth fell open in ecstasy. A few more thrusts of her fingers, and she reached climax. Her scream filled the small elevator. God, was she gorgeous. Her breathing slowed. She opened her eyes, and for a moment, he detected a bit of embarrassment on her face. A self‐consciousness that hadn’t been there just a few moments ago. But it quickly disappeared. “You are beautiful,” he said. She cocked an eyebrow at him, unhooked her heel from the railing, and picked up her purse. Pulling out a packet of tissues, she carefully cleaned one of her cum‐sticky fingers. He couldn’t stand still any longer. Before she could say anything about the rules of the game, he stepped toward her, grabbed her hand, and licked the cum off of her other fingers one by one. She stood there, naked and beautiful, her breasts jutting out with still‐hardened nipples, just watching him. Apparently, she was willing to let the rules slide as well. He closed his eyes and licked off the salty, tangy cream. It was intense and musky. Sexy. If she expected him to just sit back and do nothing after a display like that, she had another thing coming. “Ian—” “Mmmm...?” He laved another digit with his tongue, and then sucked it into his mouth. “Ah...” Her moan stirred his hard cock. “You’ve got to stop that.” He let her finger go. “Why?” “We can’t...that was just—” “Just what? Were you planning to get me all hot and bothered, and then just leave me hanging? Make me beg, and then end it?” He tried to lick another finger, but she pulled her hand out of his grasp. “That was my plan.”
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Going Down by Kris Eton He reached for her perfect, naked body and caressed her breasts, her buttocks, and her hips. Her skin was warm and willing. She felt so good under his hands. “Well, there’s been a change of plans.” “There has?” She didn’t pull away from him. In fact, she grew breathless. He rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She groaned. Oh, yes, she was liking this very much. He pressed his ramrod‐hard erection against her to show her just how much he wanted her. How good he could make it for her, if she’d only let him. But then she took control of the game once again. “Let go of me, Ian.” His taut body throbbed with desire. He needed to release himself...and soon. He skimmed his hand down Sarah’s naked torso, tickling the sides of her breasts. “You’re really going to do this?” He waited for her to put her clothes back on and go back to being Sarah Hartman, HR manager. Disappointment grew within him, almost as quickly as the painful ache in his balls. She gave him a wicked smile. “I’ve decided you’re going to fuck me.” A shiver ran through him at her words. Was she serious? Or was she still teasing him? “Do you have a condom?” she asked. A condom? Holy shit. “Uh, let me check.” He felt for his wallet in his back pocket. Since he had broken up with his girlfriend last year, there hadn’t been any point in carrying around protection, so he’d stopped. But he opened his wallet anyway, praying he might find something. “I’m waiting.” She flicked her hair over one shoulder, and her breasts jiggled. He had a hot, naked woman ready and willing to fuck his brains out in the elevator, so he’d sure as shit better have a goddamn rubber in his wallet. He tossed out old receipts, several credit cards, and then, thank God, he found one lone condom. “Got it!” He held it up for her to see, like he had just struck gold.
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Going Down by Kris Eton “Put it on.” She leaned against the railing, her breasts thrust forward. In a flash, he unzipped his pants, unbuckled his belt, dropped his boxers, and rolled the condom over his thick, erect penis. “Take off your shirt.” She stared intently at his erection, and he detected a hitch in her voice. He complied, taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his pin‐striped oxford shirt. God, he couldn’t take much more of this. He had to be inside her...feeling that wet, warm pussy envelope his cock. Touching those luscious, satiny breasts. His fingers fumbled with the buttons, and in frustration he ripped the shirt open. “Nice.” She said, eyeing his lean, naked torso. He took the compliment as encouragement, and moved toward her. “Not so fast, lover.” She held up her hand. His heart nearly stopped when she suddenly turned around, held the railing, bent over at the waist, and presented him her naked ass. “Take off my panties,” she commanded in a dark, smoky voice. The picture of her leaning against the railing waiting for him to fuck her from behind made him grow even harder. What good deed had he done lately that qualified him to receive such a reward? He knelt behind her, slid her white satin panties down her body, and waited as she stepped out of them. Then he tossed them aside. As he stood back up, he kissed the back of one soft thigh. It took everything in him to resist slamming his dick into her exposed vagina. But he wanted to do it her way. She gave a purr of satisfaction and bent lower, setting her feet wide apart. Then she grasped the railing in front of her and tilted her hips up in invitation. Looking down at her naked backside, he could see the pink lips of her pussy, engorged and ripe. He was so ready to bury his dick in that hot, wet flesh. His balls tightened at the prospect. “Nice and slow,” she whispered. “Nice and slow.” He grasped her naked hip with one hand, squeezing its soft warm curve. The tip of his dick barely touched her, and he ached to thrust himself inside her, but he held back and followed her instructions. With
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Going Down by Kris Eton his free hand, he lightly raked his fingers across the top of her pubic hair, just barely grazing the pink of her vagina. So soft. So warm. So wet. At his faint touch, she rolled her hips and pressed her pussy lips against his fingers. She gave a quiet sigh of pleasure when her sensitive flesh made contact with him. “That’s it. Just like that.” “Do you want me to fuck you?” He tickled his fingers across her pussy again. “Oh, yes,” she breathed, her hair a curtain around her down‐turned face. “Fuck me, Ian.” “How does this feel?” He slipped the tip of one finger inside her hot, pink vagina. Her muscular walls grabbed on to it, and cream poured out of her. There was an answering pull in his groin. “Are you hot for me, Sarah?” “Yes.” Her body shuddered. He tapped the edge of her vagina with his fingertip. “Oh, God,” she moaned. He slid his finger inside her down to the second knuckle, and jabbed it in and out of her creamy hole. A sucking, sloshing, wet surge of moisture flowed out of her. He withdrew his finger and rubbed it across her engorged clit. Her pussy was so ready for him. He clenched his jaw to keep his erection under control. “Tell me how much you want it, Sarah.” “Give it to me. I want it all.” Sarah white‐knuckled the railing, and worked her hips back and forth. He could hardly hold himself back. Here was this naked, glorious woman, ripe and ready, bent over in front of him. Her pussy glistened with wetness. But he had to wait. He had to hold out just a little bit longer. He added another finger to her vagina, and then a third, opening her hole for him to accommodate the width of his fingers. “Are you going to come, Sarah?” “Yes,” she cried. “Are you coming now?” His fingers worked her hot flesh, and moisture dripped like honey from her opening.
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Going Down by Kris Eton “Not yet...oh, God, Ian. Don’t stop. Not yet...not yet...that feels so damn good.” He jabbed three fingers in deep, and then raked them across the ridges inside of her. “God, fuck me. Fuck me now!” Those were the words he’d been waiting to hear. He withdrew his cum‐covered fingers with a flourish. Then he slid his cock between her legs, and rubbed it across the dripping surface of her pussy. Leaning over her, he reached around with both hands and grabbed her breasts, kneading them with his fingers. “Do it, Ian.” Sarah’s hips rotated in anticipation. “Do it now.” He squeezed her soft tits, then slid one hand from her breast to her hip. He pulled back with his hips, put the tip of his dick at the entrance of her vagina, and slowly pushed into her wet, hot slickness, thrusting as deeply as he could. Oh, God, she felt so fucking good. Sarah screamed. “Oh, God! Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me.” Her inner muscles squeezed his dick, and he thrust into her over and over again. His balls slapped against her ass, and the cream of her hole oozed out, making everything hotter and wetter than he could ever have imagined. She was like flaming satin against his cock. He lost himself in the rhythm of their fucking, slamming his dick into her full force. Hearing her mewls of pleasure only made him hotter and harder. God, he couldn’t stand it much longer. Her inner muscles squeezed the length of his dick, and he felt his climax coming. He thrust into her again and again. An electric jolt seized him, and he came hard, giving a few final thrusts into her silken heat. Sarah screamed in pleasure, and ground her ass against him to milk the last of his hardness. His penis slid out of her. He rubbed his palms across her lower back and down the sides of her hips. She stood up, panting. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. Lifting her hair, he kissed the back of her neck, and then he pulled her body back against him. He found her breasts and gently caressed them. She turned her head and caught his mouth in a fierce kiss. His dick grew hard again. He’d never had such a quick a recovery from sex. He slid one hand down her stomach.
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Going Down by Kris Eton “Is somebody in there?” The unfamiliar male voice caught them both by surprise. The speaker next to the emergency phone crackled to life. “Hello? Is somebody in there?” “Oh my God!” Sarah whispered. She pushed Ian’s hands away, and grabbed for her skirt, looking around like she expected to see a camera in the car with them. What fucking crappy timing. Ian shoved his half‐hard cock back into his boxers, and picked up the red emergency phone. “There are two of us in here.” “This is security down in the lobby. Sorry it took me so long to give you a call. There was a power outage, and the first thing I did was call maintenance. I didn’t think anyone would be here this late.” “It’s all right.” Ian thought of the woman who smelled of sex standing behind him, and silently thanked the powers that be for the situation that had brought them together. Too bad this idiot had to interrupt them. His pants hit him in the head. He turned around to discover that Sarah was already almost fully dressed. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed. To cover up those perfect breasts was a crime. “Get dressed!” she hissed at him. “Power should be restored any minute now,” the security guard on the other end of the phone said. “Then we can get you—“ The main lights flickered on, and the elevator hummed to life. “—out of here.” “Ian! Put on your clothes!” Sarah whispered again, her tone frantic. The floors started to count down again. Twenty‐two, twenty‐one. “Looks like everything’s fixed,” said Ian to the guard. He pulled on his pants with one hand and cinched his belt closed. “We’re moving.” “Okay. Call if you have any more problems,” said the guard on the phone. “We will.”
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Going Down by Kris Eton “Hey, next time this happens, all you have to do is pick it up and let me know. We thought the building was empty, until one of the parking garage attendees saw a couple of cars still parked inside.” “Thanks for the heads up.” His shirt hit him in the face. He pulled it off his head, and then hung up the phone. He turned to look at Sarah. “Can you wait a minute?” “No, I cannot ‘wait a minute.’ We’re almost down to the lobby.” She slipped on her shoes and fiddled with ties on her blouse. “Get your clothes on.”
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Chapter Four Sarah was mortified. What had she been thinking? She stepped into the elevator tonight, ready to go home, and in only a few minutes, she was naked and offering herself up to the office playboy for sex. Okay, admittedly, Ian was a handsome devil, with muscles everywhere—and his dick. My God, how did he manage to hide that thing in his pants? Her pussy throbbed at the memory of him slamming that monster of a cock into her, bringing her to climax. She tied the strings of her blouse and tried not to look him in the eye. How was she going to be able to look at herself in the mirror in the morning? Her heart fluttered. How was she going to come back here and work tomorrow? Wait—hadn’t he said something about going out of town? She cleared her throat. “So, where did you say you were going in the morning?” “Um…” He stuffed his tie into the pocket of his jacket. At least he was dressed now, with the exception of a few missing buttons on his shirt. “Uh, Japan?” He seemed a little confused by her question. “Yes, that was it. Japan.” Relief flooded her body. This could work. She could make this work. “And you’ll be gone for a week?” A crinkle of confusion appeared in his brow. “That’s right. A week.” He ran a hand through his sun‐bleached hair. “Look, Sarah, this whole thing—”
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Going Down by Kris Eton “What whole thing?” Crap, he wasn’t going to let it go. She tucked in her blouse. “Uh, the sex thing?” She bit her lip. “Yes, that. Well...” “I’m not going to say anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.” “Worried? Why would I be worried?” She forced a smile. God, how could she pretend to be so light‐hearted about all of this? She was an idiot. Of course he was going to tell someone. Guys always did. And then she would be the next victim of Ian Shane, whom Laura the Receptionist would discuss with the other female employees. How humiliating. He looked relieved. “Good. ‘Cause I want you to know I’m not like that.” “Like what?” “You know, the Debbie‐Lisa‐whoever thing.” “Deb and Julie.” “Yeah,” he said, sticking his hands into his pockets. “I don’t even know them .” Yeah, right. He was such a liar. “Uh‐huh.” “I’ve been here nine months, and I travel more days than I spend in the office. It’s just ridiculous that anyone thinks I have time to—“ Ding. They both looked up at the floor indicator. The door opened. “The lobby,” Sarah said. Beyond the open door, she spotted the night guard coming toward them. She stepped forward, tucked the last bit of loose blouse into her skirt, and slipped on her jacket. “Uh, Sarah—wait.” Ian grabbed her elbow, like he wanted to pull her back inside the elevator. She shook him off. Ignoring him, she greeted the guard with a smile of gratitude. “Thanks so much for finding us. We were starting to wonder if we were going to be here all night.”
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Going Down by Kris Eton The guard glanced beyond her with an odd look on his face. Sarah turned to see what he was looking at. Her face flamed red at the sight of Ian holding out her white lace thong. “You dropped this?” he choked out. Sarah snatched her panties out of Ian’s hand, shoved them into her purse, and ran for the stairwell across the lobby. She just had to go down two flights, and she would be in her car and on her way home. ***** Holy fuck, he was an idiot. Ian relived Sarah’s mortified look when he’d handed her the panties. It hadn’t been his intention for the security guard to see them, but she had skipped out of the elevator so fast he couldn’t catch her until it was too late. She disappeared behind the stairwell door in a flash, and he was left to deal with the guard. “That was a nice piece of tail, I bet,” the guard said, winking at him. “Shut the hell up.” He pressed the button for level two of the parking garage and glared at the middle‐aged, pot‐bellied man in uniform. Now was definitely not the time to try him. “So what are her tits like? Amazing, huh?” The guard held open the door to the elevator with one of his chubby hands. “I’d love to get my hands on those babies. And her pussy—I’ll bet it was hot as fuck.” Without even thinking, Ian took a step forward and clocked the guy on the chin. The guard landed on the tile floor of the lobby with a thud. “I said for you to shut the hell up.” “Fuck you, man!” The man on the floor leaned up on his elbows, his lip bloodied. “Fuck you!” Ian flipped him off, and the door to the elevator slid closed. He leaned against the wall, and then lowered himself to the floor. What in hell was he going to do now? Sarah had been his fantasy for months, and he’d just fucked it up. She would never forgive him. In fact, she already
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Going Down by Kris Eton thought he was a sleaze ball, and this experience would only help to solidify her belief. With his head in his hands, he thought of her ripe, naked body bent over in front of him like it had been only a few minutes ago. The hot wetness of her, enveloping his cock, bringing him to the most amazing climax of his life. He groaned. How in hell would he ever get her to believe him? She was the only woman he wanted. And now that he’d had her, he only wanted her more. God, it was killing him. The door of the elevator opened, and he sat there for a minute, wondering if her car might still be out there. Wondering if he might have one last chance to tell her how he felt. That it wasn’t just a game for him. The sound of an engine roaring to life told him he was too late. Tires squealed on the pavement. She was gone. “Fuck!” He punched the wall. Pain exploded in his knuckles. “Fucking shit!” He jumped up and, in a fit of anger, threw his backpack in the direction of his car. By early tomorrow, he would be on his way to Japan—and he wouldn’t be back in the office for over a week. Plenty of time for her to nurse her bad feelings and turn him into a sexaholic monster. He might as well face it. He’d lost before he’d even started to fight. Tonight was the one and only time he’d ever have a chance to love Sarah Hartman, and he was going to hold on to that memory for as long as possible. Ian scooped up his backpack and headed toward his car at the far end of the garage. His mind lingered on thoughts of beautiful, naked Sarah mewling in pleasure under his hands.
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Chapter Five Two days ago, Sarah had had sex in an elevator. It was hard to believe it had happened that recently. To her, it seemed like a lifetime ago. Who was that sex‐mad woman, and where did she come from? Back at work with her hair twisted in its usual conservative knot, she buried herself under files of HR complaint forms and health insurance binders. It was almost lunchtime, and she was dying for a break. “Hey, Sarah, wanna go grab a bite?” Laura, with her frizzy hair and frumpy clothes, stood in the doorway to her office. She had been avoiding the receptionist since that night. Laura’s favorite topic of conversation was always the newest conquest of Ian Shane, and Sarah worried she’d say or do something to give away the fact that she was his latest. Then the news would spread all over the office. She already knew the security guards were gossiping. One young, randy guard had grabbed her ass yesterday afternoon, and asked her what color thong she was wearing. Thank God she and the guard had been the only two people in the hall. She slapped him, and then told him to never touch her or talk to her like that again, or she’d sue him for sexual harassment. He was only nineteen, and had paled when she mentioned suing him. He hadn’t looked her way since. Sarah knew it was only a matter of time before word made its way up to Harris & Baker. But for now, it seemed Laura was none the wiser.
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Going Down by Kris Eton “Yes. I’m starving.” Sarah opened the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out her purse. “Where do you want to go?” “I thought we could try that new restaurant on Third Street.” “Which new restaurant?” “Oh, you know the one.” “No, I don’t.” Sarah shook her head. “Trust me. You’ll love it.” Laura smiled. “They’ve got a great menu. I’m sure you’ll find something there you’ll like.” “All right.” There was something a little off about her friend’s smile, but Sarah couldn’t quite place it. She put the notion out of her head as they made their way down the short hall toward the bank of elevators. But when Laura pulled up in front of the restaurant, Sarah knew her secret was out. “Long Dong Silver’s?” She gaped at the sign. Laura had driven them to a male strip club. “This is where you want to eat?” “Yes. I thought maybe you’d like to do a little window shopping after Monday night,” the receptionist snapped. Sarah’s face heated. “What did you hear?” “You know what I heard.” Laura turned off the car. “How many times I have told you what a creep Ian Shane is, Sarah?” She spit out each word like it were a bad taste in her mouth. “It just happened. I don’t know what I was thinking.” “How does sex in an elevator just happen? I heard you were half‐ naked when you finally made it to the lobby.” Laura tapped her bright‐ red nails on her steering wheel. “Half‐naked? Where did you hear that?” God, she was so humiliated. Everyone knew. Everyone knew she’d been naked in the elevator with Ian Shane—and that she’d fucked him. “How could you let him do that to you?” Disgust colored her words. “Well, I—” “He thinks he’s so gorgeous. Whenever he comes up to the reception desk, he always flashes that hundred‐watt smile of his...”
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Going Down by Kris Eton Laura wasn’t looking at her anymore. She was just talking and talking, spilling her guts. “...and then, nothing. I set up his trips for him, give him the best hotel rooms, do every fucking thing for him, and he ignores me. He can’t do that. Even when I try to dress sexy for him, he doesn’t even seem to notice. But you, he notices. He watches you strutting around the office in your tight little skirts, those fuck‐me heels—” Sarah’s eyes widened at her admission. Laura was obsessed with Ian...and jealous of her! “He can’t keep his damn eyes off of you. But he was supposed to be mine. Don’t you see that?” Laura looked up at her with tears in her eyes. “I love him. He’s mine. Not yours.” “Laura...” The woman was clearly over the edge. She needed some kind of help. “Shut up! Just shut the hell up, you slut!” She gripped the steering wheel, and her long nails made half‐moons in the smooth vinyl. Startled by the rage in her words, Sarah pulled back. “Then you fuck him—in the elevator, of all places—after I warned you what a sleaze he was. All those women he screwed. And still, you went after him.” Sarah tried to remain calm. “You lied to me about him.” “Of course I lied. That was the only way I could keep you away from him.” Laura burst into tears. She let go of the steering wheel and wiped at her eyes. “He was supposed to be mine. Just mine. No one else’s.” Sarah felt sorry for her. As far as she knew, Laura had never dated anyone seriously. “It’ll be okay, Laura. I’m sure...” Laura released the door locks. “Get the hell out of my car.” “What?” “You heard me. Get out. Now.” She started up the engine. “Here?” Long Dong Silver’s was not in the best part of the city. “Get out!” Laura elbowed her in the side.
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Going Down by Kris Eton Afraid of the woman’s increasing anger, Sarah got out. The second she closed the door, Laura zoomed away from the curb and took off down the street. Not a smart idea to blow up at the Human Resources Manager. Looks like she’d be filing her own complaint form when she got back to the office. She might even need to request a security escort for Laura. It was obvious the receptionist was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Then she thought about Ian, and how she’d treated him. No wonder he had looked so innocent in the elevator the other night. She had thought it was an act, but he had told her the truth. He had never slept with any of those women. She felt like a fool. He must think she was a nut, with low morals. A thong‐wearing nut. Her stomach rumbled, and she took a peek at her watch. It was almost one‐thirty. Hoping to see a taxi, she scanned up and down the street. Only a few run‐down cars limped by. Turning around, she looked up at the Long Dong Silver marquee. “Featuring Randy Montana and Black Mambo,” it read. And in smaller letters underneath, “Now serving lunch.” Well, might as well get a bite to eat before calling for a cab. A hamburger was a hamburger, right? She tucked her purse under her arm and boldly walked into the strip club. Maybe there was a table in a corner where she couldn’t see the stage. But even if she could see the strippers, she was sure her mind would only be on Ian’s hot, naked body.
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Chapter Six Ian stepped off the elevator and into the Harris & Baker offices. Ten days ago, he had had sex with the woman of his dreams. It was hard for him to believe that Sarah had been right there in front of him, and he had screwed it up royally. He still had dreams about her and her gorgeous body. About how good it had felt to caress her breasts, to touch her naked hips, and stroke her wet pussy. He was having a hard time putting his brain back into office mode, especially knowing he might run into her at any minute. Luckily, her office was on the opposite side of the building. If he tried hard, he could avoid her. That’s obviously what she had wanted when she ran away from him the other night. To have him forget what had happened between them. He walked through the office lobby area, right past the receptionist’s desk. The woman behind the counter didn’t look familiar. “Hey, what happened to the other receptionist?” he asked the no‐ nonsense, gray‐haired woman behind the desk. “I think they fired her. I’m just a temp.” “They fired her?” Weird. He kept walking, past the counter toward his office, and beyond the copy center and break room. Wasn’t the receptionist the one Sarah claimed had told her about his supposed office sexcapades?
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Going Down by Kris Eton The blinds were drawn over the windows in the main wall of his small office. Funny. He didn’t remember leaving them like that when he left last week. The cleaning crew must have done it. He pulled open the door. It was dark inside, and he reached for the light switch. “Don’t turn on the light,” a voice whispered. A very familiar voice. “Please.” “Sarah?” Her name caught in this throat. What was she doing in his office? His very dark, and at the moment, very private office? “Come inside and lock the door behind you.” His eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the darkness. He could just make out a figure sitting behind his desk. He stepped inside and turned the lock on the knob. She swiveled in his chair and accidentally bumped his desk, causing his computer to come out of sleep mode. The glow of the monitor reflected off the perfect, naked globes of her breasts. She was sitting in his office...stark naked! His cock stiffened. He cleared his throat. “Uh, is there something you wanted?” Trying to be casual, he leaned against the locked door. Most of her face was still obscured by the darkness, but the light from the computer monitor illuminated the bottom edge of her full lips. She licked them. God, she had the most beautiful mouth. “I wanted to apologize.” She stood up and moved toward him around the desk. “Apologize?” He couldn’t think straight. His eyes were still adjusting to the dim room, and her naked form was becoming more defined. He took in the gentle sway of her breasts, the flare of her hips, and the softness of her thighs. Was she playing another game? “I was such an idiot. Laura told me she made up all those stories.” “She did?” As Sarah got closer to him, it was hard to focus on what she was saying. The sight of all that glorious naked flesh was getting in the way of his thoughts. “Uh‐huh.”
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Going Down by Kris Eton She was right in front of him. Her warm naked body was only just inches away. It was almost more than he could stand. His penis was aroused to painful hardness. “Did she also tell you I’ve had a thing for you since I took this job?” “You have?” she whispered, leaning forward to press light kisses along his jaw line. She unknotted his tie and pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He wanted to grab her and toss her on the loveseat next to him, but he let her set the pace. Whatever she wanted to do, he was up for it. Her mouth was only inches from his. He said with a trembling voice, “I still do.” His whole body quivered with anticipation. Being this close to her and not touching her was almost more than a man could stand. She kissed him lightly on the mouth, and then unbuttoned his shirt. “So, does that mean you’ll do just about anything for me?” “Anything. I love you, Sarah.” She paused and looked up at him. “I’ll never doubt you again.” She kissed him a second time, her soft lips descending on his, nibbling, teasing, and driving him to the brink. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled her to him, caressing her everywhere. Stroking her breasts, teasing her nipples, and then lowering his mouth to those hard peaks. His tongue licked and suckled them. He loved her breasts, every perfect, sexy inch of them. With each pull on her nipple, she gave out a muted moan. He smelled her musky scent. She was growing wet for him. He pressed her toward the loveseat, and then pushed her back against the cushions. Nudging her legs apart with his hand, he touched her clit. She writhed under him. “Let me do something for you, Sarah,” he whispered in her ear as he stroked her damp pussy. She sighed in pleasure. He took that as an assent and lowered his head to her stomach, kissing his way down to the pink, ripe flesh that waited for him. He spread her pussy with his fingers, and licked her from her hole to her clit.
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Going Down by Kris Eton The taste of her was intoxicating. His tongue worked the bud of her clit, and then he plunged a finger inside her, tapping the inner walls of her vagina. Her moans were controlled and quiet. Another office was just on the other side of the door. Somehow that made it even more exciting. He licked her creamy flesh, and tasted each fold. Her clit grew engorged with blood. He worked it harder with his tongue, pressing against it, then licking it. His finger worked faster and faster inside of her, creating more wetness and heat. Sarah pressed her pussy hard against his mouth. Her hips rolled in a wild rhythm. “Oh, God, Ian!” she choked out. “I’m coming...I’m coming...” He drew his face away from her pussy, and pushed his finger deep inside of her as she came. She pulled a pillow over her face and screamed into it. He continued to stroke her with his finger as cream oozed out of her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She brushed his fingers away from her excited pussy and pulled his body on top of hers. He kissed her, transferring her pussy juices to her mouth. The musky taste seemed to excite her, and he deepened the kiss. Their mouths broke apart. “Oh, my God,” she said. “That was amazing. I can’t believe we just did that in your office.” “Well, you were the one who showed up naked.” He smiled down at her and kissed her on the nose. “I suppose you’re right.” She smiled back. “I only got what was coming to me.” He rolled off of her and sat down next to her on the small couch. Then he pulled her onto his lap. She giggled and squirmed. “Do you want to get what else you’ve got coming to you?” His dick still throbbed, and the squirming of her sexy naked ass was not helping his situation.
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Going Down by Kris Eton “Maybe I do.” She lay across his chest, her finger circling the exposed skin behind his unbuttoned shirt. “Ian, I’m so sorry for not believing you.” The teasing note had left her voice. “It’s all right.” He stroked the side of her breast. All that beautiful naked flesh was too hard to resist. “No, it’s not all right. I should have given you the benefit of the doubt.” She splayed her fingers across his collarbone and drew light circles over his skin. “I should have been able to figure out that Laura was lying to me.” “I’ll get over it.” He shivered under her touch. “Look, if you really want to make it up to me, I can think of any number of ways.” He tweaked her nipple. She looked up at him, her eyes darkening. “Is that right?” She slipped her hand under his belt and down his pants. When she gripped his hardened cock in her warm hand, he said in a strained whisper, “That way will be just fine.”
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Author Bio For six years, Kris Eton worked as a technical writer in the software industry. Then, she and her husband chucked it all to run a bed and breakfast and live the good life in the country. For the last three years, between cleaning rooms and making gourmet breakfasts, she has been writing fiction.
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