a seductive black lace thong. She knew sleeping with Clay was a bad idea, yet her body craved his touch in ways she couldn't wholly understand.
Unbuttoning the front of the sweater, she pulled it down her shoulders and tossed it aside.
"You are beautiful," he said slowly, stroking her cheek and tasting her lips once more.
"I'm sure you say that to all the women," she teased, her tone laced with sarcasm.
As she reached for the button of his tight jeans, Clay's hand caught hers. "No. I want to have my way with you first."
He scooped her up in his arms and laid her gently on the mattress, planting another erotic kiss on her swollen lips. After a brief moment, he broke the contact between them and proceeded to plant a trail of kisses down her body, starting at her neck and ending just above her the line of her silken panties.
Enjoying every single sensation he brought forth, Charity gasped when she felt the suddenness of the crotch of her underwear pushed aside and his mouth lapping at her velvety core. As Clay's mouth massaged her clit, she could feel the passion building within and began to writhe in pre-orgasmic ecstasy.
For a brief moment, Clay stood and freed himself from his jeans and boxer briefs. Charity licked her lips as she took in the scene of his hard, naked body and thick erection, which was even more glorious than she had envisioned in even her wildest fantasies.
Reaching up and unhooking her bra, she tossed it away. Grabbing her own breasts with her palms, she began to roll the little buds of her nipples between her fingers. The mix of sensations between her own touch and Clay's was enough to send her into all out euphoric bliss.
A cry escaped her throat. When she had come back down from her high, she was left panting against the bed.
"Oh, no. We aren't even done yet, sweetheart," he cajoled, reaching onto the nightstand for his wallet. Pulling out a condom and tearing the wrapper, Clay slipped it onto his cock before turning his attention back to her body.
Charity cried out as he slid his hardness between her thighs, entering her with expert precision.
It had been months since she had felt the heat of a man and it took a moment for her body to accommodate his girth. Her body felt as though it were on fire, every touch magnified by a hundred and fifty percent.
As Clay found his rhythm and rocked his hips into her, he bent down and pressed his lips to hers. Swallowing her lusty mews as she came again, it only took a couple more thrusts before he tumbled over the edge with her.
Both of them fell against the mattress, panting and buzzing from the passion they'd both just experienced. While Clay went into the bathroom to clean up, Charity silently chided herself for giving into his charms.
"So, are you planning on telling me that your set of rules still applies here?" Clay asked after he had returned to the bedroom and Charity was nestled in his arms.
"Rule number seven always applies," she said with a heavy sigh.
"What makes this rule so damn important, anyway?" he quizzed, giving her one of his trademark dimpled grins.
Charity frowned. She didn't like airing the dirty laundry of the past to anyone, but for some reason she felt she could trust Clay. "He was a pro athlete. Football player, actually. I was hired to represent him by the team, mostly because he had a reputation for being a little bit of a bad boy."
Clay let out a small laugh. "Sounds familiar. Go on."
"Actually, it does." Charity giggled. "Anyway, he was married. One night I was in my office and he came in. One thing led to another and—"
"And rule number seven happened?"
"Exactly," she replied.
"Never get personally involved with a client," the both said in unison. Clay reached down and took Charity's hand, intertwining their fingers as she rested her cheek on his chest.
"His wife found out. Who, coincidentally enough, was my boss," she confessed.
"Ooh. That's rough," he said, placing a soft kiss on the top of her
Unbuttoning the front of the sweater, she pulled it down her shoulders and tossed it aside.
"You are beautiful," he said slowly, stroking her cheek and tasting her lips once more.
"I'm sure you say that to all the women," she teased, her tone laced with sarcasm.
As she reached for the button of his tight jeans, Clay's hand caught hers. "No. I want to have my way with you first."
He scooped her up in his arms and laid her gently on the mattress, planting another erotic kiss on her swollen lips. After a brief moment, he broke the contact between them and proceeded to plant a trail of kisses down her body, starting at her neck and ending just above her the line of her silken panties.
Enjoying every single sensation he brought forth, Charity gasped when she felt the suddenness of the crotch of her underwear pushed aside and his mouth lapping at her velvety core. As Clay's mouth massaged her clit, she could feel the passion building within and began to writhe in pre-orgasmic ecstasy.
For a brief moment, Clay stood and freed himself from his jeans and boxer briefs. Charity licked her lips as she took in the scene of his hard, naked body and thick erection, which was even more glorious than she had envisioned in even her wildest fantasies.
Reaching up and unhooking her bra, she tossed it away. Grabbing her own breasts with her palms, she began to roll the little buds of her nipples between her fingers. The mix of sensations between her own touch and Clay's was enough to send her into all out euphoric bliss.
A cry escaped her throat. When she had come back down from her high, she was left panting against the bed.
"Oh, no. We aren't even done yet, sweetheart," he cajoled, reaching onto the nightstand for his wallet. Pulling out a condom and tearing the wrapper, Clay slipped it onto his cock before turning his attention back to her body.
Charity cried out as he slid his hardness between her thighs, entering her with expert precision.
It had been months since she had felt the heat of a man and it took a moment for her body to accommodate his girth. Her body felt as though it were on fire, every touch magnified by a hundred and fifty percent.
As Clay found his rhythm and rocked his hips into her, he bent down and pressed his lips to hers. Swallowing her lusty mews as she came again, it only took a couple more thrusts before he tumbled over the edge with her.
Both of them fell against the mattress, panting and buzzing from the passion they'd both just experienced. While Clay went into the bathroom to clean up, Charity silently chided herself for giving into his charms.
"So, are you planning on telling me that your set of rules still applies here?" Clay asked after he had returned to the bedroom and Charity was nestled in his arms.
"Rule number seven always applies," she said with a heavy sigh.
"What makes this rule so damn important, anyway?" he quizzed, giving her one of his trademark dimpled grins.
Charity frowned. She didn't like airing the dirty laundry of the past to anyone, but for some reason she felt she could trust Clay. "He was a pro athlete. Football player, actually. I was hired to represent him by the team, mostly because he had a reputation for being a little bit of a bad boy."
Clay let out a small laugh. "Sounds familiar. Go on."
"Actually, it does." Charity giggled. "Anyway, he was married. One night I was in my office and he came in. One thing led to another and—"
"And rule number seven happened?"
"Exactly," she replied.
"Never get personally involved with a client," the both said in unison. Clay reached down and took Charity's hand, intertwining their fingers as she rested her cheek on his chest.
"His wife found out. Who, coincidentally enough, was my boss," she confessed.
"Ooh. That's rough," he said, placing a soft kiss on the top of her
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