by Jenn Roseton
“Your turn,” she said shyly as her trembling fingers tried to loosen his tie.
Adam helped her unfasten the knot of his tie and then shrugged off his suit jacket. He tugged off the tie and then gestured to his shirt buttons. “Undress me.” His voice was rough with need.
Jemma fumbled with the buttons on his shirt until finally the last one popped open. Her hands reached up to push it off his broad shoulders, and her eyes widened slightly in appreciation as she took in his large, muscular chest dusted with dark chest hair. She lightly ran her fingers over his torso, reveling in the feeling of his coarse chest hair against her soft fingers. Boldly kissing one of his nipples, she heard him catch his breath.
“If you keep that up, I mightn’t be able to control myself.” He laughed shakily and moved her hands down to his trousers.
Jemma’s fingers shook with need as she started to unfasten his pants. She couldn’t believe she was having the same effect on him as he was having on her. After she unzipped his fly Adam took over, stepping out of his pants so he was clad only in his boxers, the evidence of his arousal clearly visible through the thin fabric.
He placed a hand under her chin and tilted her face up. His tongue thrust into her mouth with a passion that left her breathless. Then his hands were at the back of her skirt, unzipping it and pulling it down. His eyes feasted on her, clad only in a pair of small black satin panties, and he smiled crookedly before tracing a tantalizing pattern on the front of her panties with his finger. Jemma inhaled sharply at his touch.
“Wait,” he whispered. He rummaged through his discarded trousers and took a small foil packet out of his wallet.
Jemma’s face heated. She was glad one of them was thinking straight. Even through her haze of desire, she knew having unsafe sex was a bad idea, even if it was with her sexy boss whom she had desired for the last eighteen months.
Adam placed the condom on the arm rest of the sofa. Then he bent down in front of Jemma and slowly tugged down her panties. She clasped his head when she felt his lips nibble the insides of her thighs. “Oh,” she gasped, as liquid heat pooled in her lower body. His lips didn’t stop. They traced a path from her inner thighs to her moist folds. His tongue teased the area around her clitoris, but didn’t seek out her secret nub. Instead, his gentle tongue licked the shaft of her clitoris, enticing the little nubbin to come out from its protective hood. Then his tongue moved lower, coursing a path down to her entrance before retracing its path until it reached her most sensitive spot once more. He lingeringly kissed the head of her clit.
“Adam!” She clutched his hair, certain she was going to climax in the next few seconds.
He tore his mouth away and helped her step out of her panties. All Jemma could think about was her hungry clit and her aching, empty pussy.
Adam stood up, pulled her to him and kissed her urgently. She could taste herself on his lips. It was a slightly tangy, clean flavor, and it felt deliciously naughty to taste herself like that.
He yanked off his boxers, then swung her around and sat down on the sofa, pulling her on top of him. Jemma gasped at the suddenness of it but then realized she had a complaint. “I almost came,” she said breathlessly.
“I know,” he replied with a wicked glint in his eye, “but I want to watch your face the first time I give you an orgasm. I‘ll make it up to you,” he promised and ran his hands over her breasts, teasing them. Jemma trembled with excitement as she ground her pussy against him.
He reached across for the condom and quickly ripped open the foil cover. “Scoot over while I put this on.” Her leg quivered as she lifted it over him so she was kneeling on the sofa at his side. Jemma shivered as she watched him deftly put the condom on his long, hard shaft. She needed Adam inside her. She needed him to thrust into her. She - just - needed - him.
He pulled her over him once more, her moist pussy poised over his cock. “I’ve fantasized about this for a while,” he murmured huskily. “God, I want you, Jemma.”
“I want you too,” she whispered, hungry with need and desire. She kissed him on the lips and as her tongue entered his mouth, he thrust into her. He held her waist as she adjusted to his large cock inside her hot, wet folds. She tore her mouth from his, suddenly needing to catch her breath at the exquisite feeling of Adam’s rigid shaft inside her.
“Ohhh,” she moaned as he started to thrust. Up, down, up down - the incredible sensations intensified as his strokes increased in speed and depth. His hands moved from her waist to her bottom, cupping her firm globes as he moved inside her.
Jemma clasped his shoulders and threw her head back as she rode him, her body quickening and her breathing increasing as she approached her climax. Her pussy clenched around him as she suddenly came, wave after wave of shuddering relief coursing through her. She cried out as Adam surged into her three more times before he reached his own climax.
She collapsed against him, spent. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Adam’s hands started caressing her back.
“Wow,” he said softly. He cupped her face in his hands. “Miss Jones, you are incredible.”
Jemma blushed as the enormity of it all hit her. She’d just had amazing sex with the boss she’d secretly loved for more than a year. And it seemed that he might return her feelings - well, the feelings of desire, at least.
“No,” she murmured. “You’re incredible, Mr. Sinclair.”
He kissed her tenderly. “We’re both incredible.” His hands trailed over her body until they reached her derriere. She could feel desire stirring inside her once more, but then his hands stilled, and he kissed her firmly but gently on the lips before affectionately patting her left butt cheek.
“Have dinner with me tomorrow, Jemma?”
She smiled, not caring if he could see her feelings reflected in her eyes. “Yes.”
“Good.” He grinned. “I hate that we have to get back into work mode now, but I’ve got that conference call at 3.”
“Oh - that’s right.” She’d totally forgotten about anything except how wonderful it felt to shudder and come while he thrust inside her.
He helped her stand and she felt a little self-conscious at her nudity. She draped her flushed and tingling body with her rumpled clothes, the skirt still moist and smelling faintly of cum.
Jemma had never felt so satisfied; both physically and emotionally. She didn't know how she was going to focus on her work this afternoon, when all she wanted to do was relive their amazing love-making over and over.
“Get dressed, my beautiful Miss Jones.” Adam's lips swooped on hers for one last, aching kiss. “We might have to go back to work now, but we’ve got tomorrow night to look forward to.”
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Adam and Jemma's erotic romance continues with:
Seduced By The Boss 2: Spanking Miss Jones
Seduced by the Boss 3: For Her Pleasure
and Look out for Seduced By The Boss 4 available December 2012!
Here's an excerpt from:
Seduced By The Boss 2: Spanking Miss Jones
A romantic lunch followed by a sexy spanking session…
Adam and Jemma plan to celebrate their two week anniversary by having lunch at the Italian restaurant where their romance first started
. Afterwards, Adam has a surprise for her: a sensual spanking session in his office.
However, Jemma doesn’t know what to think when her ex-boyfriend walks into the office before lunch…
Excerpt:
"They enjoyed their leisurely lunch; tortellini for Jemma and pasta primavera for Adam. The sexual tension increased each time their hands touched or they exchanged a flirtatious look or remark. After finishing her tiramisu and coffee, she didn’t think she could stand the anticipation any longer.
Adam looked at her, desire gleaming in his eyes. “Let’s go back to the office, Jemma. I think it’s time for your surprise.”
During the trip back to the office, Jemma could feel her panties start to dampen with her growing excitement. Since she’d started dating her boss she was certainly making up for her many, many months of sexual frustration. He was a generous and skilful lover and it seemed that every orgasm she experienced with him brought her to a higher peak of sexual satisfaction.
Jemma almost had to stop herself from racing through the door once they reached the office building. Instead, she told herself to be patient when Adam possessively clasped her hand and led her into his inner office. She knew from past experience that she would be rewarded for her patience very shortly.
Adam locked the door behind them. “So we won’t be disturbed if anyone makes an unscheduled visit,” he informed her smoothly. “Now come here, Miss Jemma Jones.”
Jemma willingly entered his arms, placing her hands on his broad shoulders, her fingers touching the fine fabric of his designer suit. Adam’s mouth covered hers with an increasing hunger that took her breath away. His tongue plundered her mouth and she pressed her body against his, desperate to be as close to him as possible.
He cupped her bottom, molding her to him. His large palms tantalizingly caressed her globes through the linen material of her pencil skirt. Jemma could feel his arousal pressing against her and rubbed herself against him, moisture gathering between her thighs.
She reluctantly tore her mouth away from his. “I want you, Adam,” she breathed, her hands stealing up to touch the lock of hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck.
“Soon,” he promised raggedly, before his lips scorched her neck’s tender skin. “I want to give you your surprise first.”
Jemma had forgotten all about the surprise. She had been so consumed with need as soon as they had stepped into the office, that the only thing that had been on her mind was having delicious sex with Adam.
“What is it?” She ran her fingers down his back until they rested on his firm butt and ground herself suggestively against his arousal. “Are you sure you want to give it to me now?”
“Yes,” he replied more forcefully. “I want to give it to you now.” He stepped back from her and she reluctantly dropped her hands.
“What is it?” she asked again, curious about something that was interrupting their lovemaking.
A wicked smile tipped the corners of his mouth and his eyes sizzled with sexual intent. “Have you ever been spanked, Jemma?” "
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