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
He set her down on the lounge and stood, a mischievous expression clouding his orbs. With that commanding voice of his, he made changes to the settings of the room, his muscles relaxed in anticipation of what was to come. Two minutes later, under his satisfied gaze and her wondrous orbs, the board was returned to its position, those luxurious sex stimulants gracing the red board which suited perfectly into the dim indigo shade of the room. That aphrodisiac body mist she had perceived subtly while he had been performing was more prominent now, albeit not in the least provocative. She sat with her legs linked together, her senses fully engaged as she watched his broad back move effortlessly towards the board. His fingers danced around the toys, deliberating purposively on which to pick. Her pussy gushed with each passing second, her nipples tingling beneath the lace brassier. With a chuckle, Andre smirked wickedly as his eyes focused on the pretty emerald green equipment, followed
With each step Clara took towards the doors, she wished there wouldn't be any more surprises because her heart had taken too much of it. Yet as she stepped into the private room which catered to private performances for VIP members, she knew that her wish wouldn't be fulfilled and her heart might just find a way to keep from exploding. It was the room where she had reconciled Adonis with Andre, the foundation of the secret relationship she had started with her boss, boyfriend, and business partner. Including a hell of everything else he was to her. Yet everything from the arrangement to illumination wasn't the same, nor was the mood set by the soft music which blared through the speakers. '...'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections...' John Legend's 'All of Me' had never sounded more emotional, that beautiful voice invoking to her mind memories of the man she had fallen in love with, who stood in the middl
Fuck, her palms joined together of their volition even before she registered that she was clapping, a tear forming in her eyes as the lights went off again. She wasn't even aware of the masked female concierge who came into the room till she perceived an enchanting feminine cologne and darted her eyes towards the direction of the third party. She and the mood she had been cast into already occupied the seats of the first two parties. "Good evening, ma'am. I'll be serving you tonight." She bore a tray of glass and a bottle of wine in the other hand. "A glass please." Clara muttered, suddenly aware of how patched her throat had become with dryness. A cold flute was soon in her hand, and she perceived the unique aroma before bringing it to her lips. It tasted sweetly sinful and smelt like soft sensuality although the alcohol level was only a background complement. Clara's eyes immediately went to the wine bottle with amazement clouding them; it bore an Italian name she couldn't
'I want your body on mine, forever.' A whisper, an imploration, a fucking vow. *** The theme tonight was ethereal. When the car halted in front of the X-Clusive and the chauffeur opened her side of the door, Clara Lynn stared at the tall building which now served as headquarters for another branch in Las Vegas as her Christian Louboutin rhinestone heels stepped on the floors. "Thanks, Will." She muttered to the chauffeur who replied in a similar polite fashion and shut the door, stepping into side with her. Some things like Andre's security following her around hadn't changed over the past one year, especially since their relationship had become public knowledge. But rather than the team who announced the presence of paranoia and made her friends uneasy at events, the slightly older man who doubled as a chauffeur escorted her to public functions. Once the gossip magazines had taken it upon themselves to get pictures of the hunky man opening doors for her, with captions which s
"This is impressive, Clara. I must admit, it's better than I imagined. We're definitely onboard." Literally, they had been onshore for more than four hours because Mr. Holmes apparently included her in her vacation plans for the day, and though she had kept glancing at her watch for the first thirty minutes, Clara hadn't been able to deny that the man did know how to enjoy himself. An ex workaholic in the business world who had decided to take a break as he was fast approaching forty, Holmes was looking for lucrative businesses to invest in so he could enjoy his rest while making money as well. It was a solid plan, and for the first three hours, Clara listened with interest as he talked about his plans for the future and even found herself laughing when he made a joke about wishing to get married to a smart woman who could match his ideas. Like her. A statement which she took care to laugh unnecessarily loudly to, just before making her own joke about already being engaged.
Andre Quinn was exhausted a few minutes after four in the evening when the hostess who served him another cup of herbal tea announced that they had arrived New York. It was the quickest journey he'd ever made to and fro his hometown, and that was a considerate setting of new record because he had never felt comfortable in the empty expansive mansion since his mother left. His mother. He was still coming to terms with how everything had unfolded, and was getting used to the idea of not mentally referring to Marie as 'the bitch' as he'd done for more than two decades. Even before he was legal enough to think the 'b' word. But giving himself a mental break over the past month had cleansed his spirits to a large extent. Apart from spending more time with his girlfriend and going on a drive with her sometimes in the evening, he had also mustered the courage to place a call to Thailand twice. And even when he'd heard Viscount's voice in the background on one of the occasions, he
Within twenty-four hours, Clara had succeeded in making headlines in office group chats which almost equated Andre Quinn's in international gossip magazines. Virtually every fucking person, including her subordinates turned to CCTV cameras and historians who documented her every move so as to analyse them later. And because her boyfriend thrived on being so damn generous it hurt, he rode the elevator down to her floor during lunch break and walked into her office amdist the obvious scrutinising eyes and fingers waiting for crumbs of information about them. He fed it to them; hot cake and ice cream to wagging tongues, and even offered them a dessert by staying in her office for thirty minutes after instructing her shocked assistant to hold her calls. And in the sweetness of his endless generosity, he gave them a ticket to their next meal when he finally came out of her office with his hand gently grazing her back, his eyes concentrated on hers as she told him about the meeting s
"Thanks, babe." *** Clara Lynn was a myriad of forest greenness. Vibrant and arrestingly charming in an army green suit whose skirt was designed to accommodate a slit that currently rode up to her thighs, she revealed an ample amount of eye-catching skin which glowed in creaminess beneath dark panty hose. Adorned with tiny jewelry of nephrite which complemented her skin as perfectly as the bright rays of the sun currently streaming through the open blinds, she had elegance and opulence revolving around her even before she began the meeting. And in addition to her silver blonde hair styled in tiny curls with waterfall braids to create a delicate look which complemented her glass make-up perfectly, she naturally drew attention to herself. However, irrespective of the awareness that she was captivating, Clara didn't make the mistake of being arrogant enough to think she owed it all to her physical appearance. Because over the last twenty-four hours, she had been placed at the cen
Andre understood what he hadn't said, and stared at the brown envelope with emptiness in his eyes and heart. He... Just needed a rest, a vacation. Marie cleared her throat as Viscount checked the time by the wall clock. Interesting, only twenty-five minutes had passed and twenty-five years worth of anger had been poured out within that short duration of time. "I... I didn't come with Anthony today to mock you, I'm sorry that I'm by his side despite the enmity between you two. I... I will end it with him if our union affects you. You're the most important person to me, baby..." "Becky?" Tony seemed genuinely betrayed and stunned and sad at the same time. Andre didn't know how to feel about any of it. Too many things had happened and his mind could only absorb little at a time. He couldn't give them his blessing because it wasn't in his place and watching his mother with a man who had been like an older brother to him wasn't exactly a sight for sore eyes. She was at least eleven y
"Dre..." Marie had started crying, quiet sobs spreading through the quiet room, her lean fingers pressed against her lips to stiffen the cries. But Andre didn't let that deter his continuation of that unpracticed speech. "Why don't you go ahead and pick the one you're the most beautiful in. Oh, you wouldn't know if you don't watch it. Should I play one for you...?" That was the point where Viscount's control snapped, and he stood with a force which made Clara's eyes dizzy for a second from watching him. "You fucking sleazy bastard! You are not in a position to cast judgement on her when you don't have a freaking idea what she's been through. Vengeance? Punishment? I should be the one casting it on you and your bastard of a dad for taking the company. My father fucking killed himself because of the way he was cast out!" "What? My father and I took the company? Remind me the number of times I contacted you after you started giving me the cold shoulder, asking what had gone wrong.