Knowing he had dropped a bomb based on the silence on Andre's part which followed that ridiculous statement of his, Tony Viscount checked the time by his watch and spoke again.
"I wish I could prolong this... threesome or whatnot, but I have to run. Thanks for dinner, beautiful. Little brother, give me a call sometime." With a smile, Tony waved them goodbye and left their sight, his footsteps resounding in its wake, as loud as the legacy of confusion he had left behind.
Clara spoke immediately, the need to clear the air being the only thing she could think of.
"I... It wasn't a date."
Andre turned to her, his eyes expressionless shades of light grey. He scoffed, his mannerism exuding feigned nonchalance. "Dinner in a classy restaurant sounds like a date to me. You might want to tune it down, Ms. Lynn, dating our model and then a rival of the corporation won't read so well in your resume."
She narrowed her eyes, appalled and baffled by h
It would remain a mystery how they managed to make it to the hotel without crashing into anything.If Clara had thought Leon reckless behind the wheel, then Andre had to be described as simply having gone malady with the manner with which he had driven them out of the restaurant, his eyes occasionally darting to her direction.She couldn't complain this time, more afraid that he might change his mind and decide that nothing was ever going to happen between them than she was for their lives. It was that crazy hunger that made her clit throb and her womanhood pulsate, making her cross her thighs so tightly she could feel the friction between them.Albeit the distance was short, it felt so long waiting with her eyes facing the window, letting the cool breeze calm the hotness she was feeling, as well as her racing heart.Andre parked in front of the hotel, but he didn't get down immediately, but turned to her, his wilting red lips sensual and hard
Andre waited for her answer, his eyes searching hers in silence."Why does it have to be once?" She finally asked, disappointment flooding her eyes.He exhaled a deep breath. "It is my inability to keep myself from wanting you that drives me into breaking the rule I've kept to for years. But cara, I can't let it continue; it messes with everything."Clara tightened her lips, chewing her cheeks as she contemplated what he had said. "What... What if I say no, that I can't deal with just one night?" Her voice was soft, carrying with it conflicting emotions of desire and disappointment, just as she felt.With his eyes on her, he spoke bluntly. "Then we'll have to put an end to the evening."At that moment, she felt slight urge to dress up and leave. But one thing was clear; the desperate need she felt for Andre was a weakness she wouldn't contest. Whether she left or went through with it, it wouldn't stop her clit from throbbing or he
Her mouth was fiery as it accepted his big cock, her head moving slowly at first, before it set a faster pace and bobbled under his gaze. Andre shut his eyes in pleasure, his fingers tightening in her hair, eliciting a moan from her mouth which made a vibrating effect in his hardness. He grunted as he started to control the pace, his fingers which gripped the soft silver locks of her hair pulling and pushing.Her mouth was wet and her eyes watered as he started to go deeper, the bulbous tip of his cock hitting her throat. Her moans spurred his grunts and veins spread on her forehead, courtesy of the large shaft trapped in her mouth.But she enjoyed this feeling of giving him pleasure, although he was very much controlling the ride himself. She tasted the tangy salty thick liquid of his pre-cum, and moved her head deeper and faster, clenching her fists on his thighs when his fingers started to glide downward, stopping on her bra.With the skills of a rake, Andre
Andre Quinn hadn't been bluffing.After they'd had a heavy meal of grilled chicken with roasted vegetables and rice which he had ordered himself along with a bottle of wine, she had surprisingly regained most of her strength, and found her way to the bathroom albeit her thighs were sore.He had joined her in the hot shower, flooding her pussy again with one look at his glorious masculinity. Her clit had started to throb again, and while he had stood behind her, leathering his body, his dick had begun to rise.Under the showers, he had initiated another hot kiss, fingering her throbbing womanhood before his lips had moved down to suckle her firm perky tits. She had found herself moaning, wanting him again, her body trembling for his touch.And Andre had of course come prepared with protection on the sink which he had picked up and in the
How did one return from screaming her boss' name under the throes of passion, clad in her birthday suit to answering 'yes sir' to his commands which had nothing to do with telling her to spread her legs wider?For Clara Lynn, it began with making a pact with high turtle neck blouses paired with professional palazzo pants. Long pencil skirts could have been another good option except that her muscles hadn't completely recovered from the Thursday-Friday fuck fest.Not had her brain become used to beholding Andre Quinn without imagining a dance of the hanky panky with him. Those images flashed into her mind with every step and action he took; all he had to do was breathe beside her and her nipples would harden beneath her underwear, or lift his fingers and she would remember what they had done to her and with her.It drove her crazier because he seemed to be over it, that casual expressionless attitude of his having returned a thousand folds. He didn't flirt with h
It was thrilling; the powerful feelings which accompanied seduction. Especially if the progressive report was positively successful. Andre hadn't exactly pushed her against the wall and told her how much he wanted her, but under her scrutinising gaze, she saw his walls begin to crack.It was noticeable from his harsh laboured breathing when she purposively shifted to the edge of the sofa to reveal more creamy skin, or tapped the pen on her teeth, drawing attention to the full bold lips which she bit softly whenever he took a glance at her. His shoulders were stiffer and he cleared his throat virtually every time he had to reply to something she had said.She had seen his eyes linger on her for more than two seconds, which heightened the excitement in her blood since she was dealing with Quinn Andre here, the man who practiced self-control and yet unleashed like a beast.It was that beastly urgent need that drove her, sending a thrill of triumphant exciteme
Silver stilettos with high fuck-me heels, Body-embracing indigo sequin dress, Shimmering jewelry adorning the ankles, Off the shoulder and criss-cross back, Long see-through lace sleeves; perfect illusion of modesty, Captivating choker necklace decorating delicate neck, Designers' dangling earrings, Smokey eyes, long scanty lashes and fiery red lipstick, Alluring silver blonde waves cascading down the shoulders, Silver clutch purse... Cologne exuding bold feminine sensuality with a touch of elegance and class. "Password?" Clara parted her lips, handing the card which ha
"Your performance was spectacular, Mr. Quinn.""I'm surprised you had the time to notice with all the hands on your body, Ms. Lynn.""What can I say? The services of the club are too tempting to resist indulgence. You of all people must understand that." A smirk accompanied Clara's last statement, her feet moving rapidly in the heels to keep up with Andre's pace. He was taking long strides again as he led the way into the expansive hallway which had CCTV cameras installed in virtually every corner."So then, you are going to indulge in the rest of the services tonight?" There was an edge to his tone, which she pretended to ignore with a shrug."Can I not? I mean, your invitation gives me that privilege as well, doesn't it?" Andre walked past the El Dorado and took a turn towards the left. "With my permission, yes."Clara slanted her head in sheer curiosity. "Why would I need your permission? Surely this doesn't have to do with work." "The rule states that you must undergo an STD tes