Fatal Series 01 - Fatal Affair

erection. “Really? Nothing but this? All night?”
    He groaned. “Maybe we could mix it up a bit.” Helping her to her feet, he unbuttoned her jeans, hooked his fingers into her panties and divested her of both garments in one swift move before bringing her back to his lap.
    “You’re kind of overdressed,” she said, tugging at his shirt.
    “Patience, babe.” Raining hot, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, he ran his hands up and down her back, sending shivers of desire dancing through her.
    “I don’t have any patience. Don’t you know that by now?”
    He propped her thighs on his legs and then moved his feet apart, opening her.
    “What’re you doing?” she asked, her words infected with a stammer.
    “Touching you.”
    “I want to touch you, too.”
    “You’ll get your turn.” He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over nipples still sensitive from his earlier ministrations. “It was infuriating today to hear that bastard call you frigid.” His hands coasted down over her ribs. One arm encircled her while his other hand slid through the dampness between her legs. “Feel that?” he whispered. “That’s as far from frigid as you can get.”
    “I hardly ever came when I had sex with him,” Sam managed to say. “It made him mad.”
    “We know you weren’t the problem, right?” he asked as he drove two fingers into her.
    Sam cried out.
    “Did you mess up my desk on purpose?” he asked, his fingers coming to a halt deep inside her.
    Laughing, she said, “Maybe!” She wiggled her hips, begging him to continue.
    “’Fess up or you won’t get what you want.”
    “Yes! I did it!”
    “That was easy,” he chuckled. “Now you must be punished.”
    She moaned as he found the spot that throbbed for his touch.
    He shifted the arm he had around her so his hand gripped her ass, holding her still for his gliding fingers. When he captured her nipple between his teeth, the combination lifted her into a powerful orgasm that stole the breath from her lungs and brought tears to her eyes.
    “So hot,” he whispered against her lips. “So, so hot.”
    His fingers continue to tease, and Sam was astounded to feel another climax building. Somehow she marshaled the energy to tear at his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. She ran her hand down his chest to his belly and below, dragging her finger over his steely length.
    He inhaled sharply.
    “Nick, please . I want you.”
    “You have me, Samantha. I’m all yours. Forever and always.” He kissed her as if it was the first time all over again, exploring her mouth with deep, penetrating sweeps of his tongue.
    When she couldn’t stand the burning need another minute, she worked her way off his lap, pulled him up and stripped him in record time. Dropping to her knees, she took him into her mouth.
    “Sam…” He buried his fingers in her hair. “Babe, wait. This was about you. Come up here.”
    “You said I’d get my turn,” she pouted, dragging her tongue over him as she looked up to find his eyes bearing down on her.
    “And you will.” He helped her up, returned to the chair and brought her down to straddle him once again. “I love you.”
    She tilted her hips and took him in. Leaning forward she touched her lips to his. “I love you, too.”
    “I’m never going to get tired of hearing that.”
    “I’m never going to get tired of saying it.”
    “Promise?”
    She nodded and rolled her hips to take him deeper.
    Releasing a long deep breath, his eyes fluttered closed.
    Sam kissed the bandage above his eye and rode him slowly, each movement taking them both closer…so close.
    Suddenly, he wrapped his arms tight around her, stood up and carried her to the sofa without losing their connection.
    Hooking his arms under her knees he held her open for his fierce possession. Caught up in the thrill, Sam came with a sharp cry of release that dragged him right down with her.
    “Damn,” he whispered a minute of heavy breathing later. “Just when I think it can’t get any more perfect…”
    She brushed the damp hair off his forehead. “It does.”
    “We’re going to kill ourselves if it gets any more perfect.”
    Sam laughed. “Hell of a way to go.”
    With his eyes fixed on hers, he kissed her softly.
    “I have something I need to tell you,” she said, her stomach twisting as she said the words.
    “Now?”
    Filled with a kind of fear she hadn’t often experienced, she bit her bottom lip and nodded.

    “So are you going to clue