Chapter 6: Night with Claire (2)
At some point, the warm hand roaming across her body slid downward. The kiss last longer than she had expected; especially from someone battling lung cancer.
But she barely had time to think further before she felt fingers probing her already slick entrance.
She gasped, momentarily startled.
"No panties? Naughty," Mike murmured against her lips, smirking. He hadn’t expected the cold, strict editor-in-chief to be this bold and cheeky.
If everyone knew she had this side of her... He couldn’t help but chuckled. They’d find it hard to belief. But then, she was a sexy woman after all, with that sensual aura that never failed to draw gazes and boners.
"It was wet..." Claire mumbled, her face flushed. Still, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her voice dropping into a breathy purr while she batted her eyelashes slowly. "I thought you’d like that."
"I do," Mike replied without hesitation, his fingers sliding along her soaked folds. He felt the heat radiating from her as he explored the smooth, shaved skin of her pussy.
Without much searching, his finger found the entrance to her flower hole and pushed in.
"Fuck..." Claire cussed under her breath, her body jolting as pleasure surged through her.
She had admired those thick fingers ever since she laid her eyes on him. She had fantasized about them inside her, fucking her pussy senseless, and now they were finally in!
A soft cry escaped her lips as she arched her back, throwing her head backward as pleasure course through her. The towel had slipped away, and her wet hair clung to her skin, the same way her juices now soaked his lap. Her breasts heaved under his shirt, rising and falling with her gasp, nipples taut, body trembling under his touch, begging for more.