A little one-handed reading…

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Since you’re too embarrassed to pick up trashy erotic novels at Indigo, we thought we’d indulge your secret cravings for sexy fiction here. Read Gin Sexsmith’s steamy story about an anonymous encounter

The toasting had been endless and the music wafting from the grand piano left much to be desired, she thought. She sighed, knowing she should have skipped the annual dinner party. But she was already here and all she could do now was feign interest in numbingly boring stories and politely laugh at tired, old jokes.

She was scanning the crowd of uppity business-types in search of a waiter carrying a tray of champagne when it happened. She saw him and their eyes locked.

His dark hair cast a shadow onto the intense, dark eyes that were looking directly into hers. A soft smirk played across his full lips as he stood up from his chair, his black suit enveloping his tall, muscular frame.

A quick gasp escaped her lips as he came closer, his gaze never breaking.

“Thought I’d help you with that,” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear as he pushed the strap of her red silk dress back onto her shoulder, leaving a trail of goose bumps.

“Thanks,” she breathed, as her eyes wandered from his broad shoulders and crawled down his long torso and rested on his noticeable bulge, which sent a warm sensation down her legs.

“You’ve looked bored all night,” he said as his eyes intensely burned into hers. She nodded, surprised at the effect this stranger was having on her.

A blush crept into her cheeks as she noticed the increasing warmth between her legs and she frantically looked around the room, but no one was paying attention – except him.

“Come for a walk with me?” he asked as his hand brushed down her back and rested on her hip.

“Only if we go somewhere a little more interesting,” she replied, her confidence returning as she looked up at him under her long, blackened eye lashes.

She watched as he slowly bit his lip before turning suddenly and heading out of the banquet room. She had no choice but to follow.

Mesmerized by the need he had awakened in her, she walked down the long hall, pausing for a second at each door.

‘Where is he?’ she thought as she turned back, sighing in frustration and feeling foolish that she had been so engrossed with a stranger in the first place. The sound of an opening door stopped her on the spot.

In seconds, his hands were on her shoulders, his fingers lightly raked down her arms before taking hold of her hands and leading her into a large empty office.

“How did you get in?” she started to ask before he pressed his finger against her lips. She watched him, fascinated by the need that was quickly possessing her, as he dropped his hands to his sides and took a step back, his tongue licking the smirk off his lips.

She unzipped her dress and it slid to the floor. He found the clasp of her bra and with a flick of his fingers it joined the dress at her feet. She moaned in release as his tongue teased her nipples, her hands clawing at his belt while she pressed against his hardness.

Tugging at his pants, she shivered in anticipation by the hefty weight of his cock in her hands, shuddering in frustration as he took his hands off of her trembling body and stepped away from her touch. She watched, unbreathing, as he slowly removed his jacket and unbuttoned his crisp white shirt. Not being able to wait one more torturous second, her finger plunged into her intensified wetness.

“Patience, patience,” he breathed into her ear as he took her hand and placed her dampened fingers into his mouth.

Her hands fondled his balls as he pushed her against the desk, fiercely sweeping the papers with the back of his hand onto the mahogany floor. His mouth covered hers, their breath quick and lascivious as their tongues intertwined. Her back arched upon touching the cold, hard desk and she trembled as his hands roughly seized her creamy white thighs and pulled them apart.

In a second, her legs were clasped around his shoulders as he knelt, sending electric shocks through her spine as his tongue flicked inside of her. Her legs shook fervently as his tongue tasted how ready she was, her hips rising in motion so his fingers could plunge deeper into her.

“Now!” she cried out, her voice tormented with passion.

He stood up and teased her cunt with his dewy tip before driving into her, she gasped as she strained to take him all in.

With each stroke she felt more overcome and she bit her fist as he thrust faster and faster, suffocating his grunts in her breasts as his hands squeezed her hips. A deep moan rattled inside her chest as she wrapped her arms around his back and dug her nails into his taut flesh.

He groaned and nibbled at her neck before lifting her off of the desk and bouncing her up and down onto his ardently throbbing penis.

She twisted her fingers into his dark hair as the waves of climax scorched her skin. She was infatuated with how he filled her and screamed out in a fit of release when he forcefully slammed her against the wall and more powerfully stabbed into her, his hands gripping harder, she felt him hot and throbbing inside of her as he exploded in a magnificent rush.

With rapid breath they kissed as his hands clutched her ass and her dripping warmth moistened his torso.

Coated in sweat, they clung together until their ragged breathing calmed. She unwrapped her legs and tried to steady her feet against the floor as her knees continued to shake.

With a sigh, he brushed her light brown hair off of her forehead and stared into her eyes.

“So, what’s your name beautiful?” he asked, his voice raspy from exhaustion.

“It’s a little too late for introductions now, wouldn’t you say?” she said with a coy smirk before redressing and walking to the office door.

With her hand on the door handle she looked back at him from over her shoulder.

“See you next year,” she added before wandering back to the dinner party, which had suddenly become much, much better.

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