Page 13 of Office Mistakes

Chapter 7

Audra met Charlie at the door, wearing nothing but a short silver robe.

His mouth went dry at the sight of her.

“I brought a pizza,” he managed, holding up the box and feeling like a horny teenager. “Are you hungry?”

“Not for food.”

Audra shrugged off her robe and beckoned him forward. “I want your hands on me again, Charlie Bennett.”

Charlie threw the pizza box on the chair by the door and began undressing. She drew him like a lodestone, and as soon as he was standing in front of her, he reached out to caress her breasts.

“Like this?” he asked, gliding his thumbs across her nipples.

“Yes,” she breathed.

His mouth replaced his hands, and Audra sighed and closed her eyes with pleasure.

Suddenly, Charlie pulled back. “Time to repay the favor,” he said huskily.

Audra opened her eyes in confusion. “What?”

Without answering, Charlie went to his knees. Gently nudging her legs apart, he inhaled her scent before covering her with his mouth.

Audra trembled as he worked magic. She reached back, bracing herself on the arm of the sofa. “God,” she managed, feeling the tension build. “My God.”

Charlie tasted her release on his tongue and smiled as he looked up at her.

“Now,” she panted. “I want you inside of me right now.”

More than willing to oblige her, Charlie rose to his feet. Turning her, he grasped her hips and slid into her welcoming heat.

Each thrust carried them closer to the edge. Charlie’s hand traveled up, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples.

“Yes,” Audra whispered fiercely. “Like that. Just like that.”

Charlie felt her tighten around him. He gritted his teeth and rode out her orgasm. When he felt her go limp, he pushed her farther across the arm of the sofa and grasped her hips.

“More,” he growled. “Come again.”

Audra whimpered with pleasure as he moved over her. She could feel herself building again, and knew he was close when his thrusting became erratic.

Her fingers curled as she exploded, her long, low moan echoed by Charlie as he collapsed on top of her.

The room was spinning. He was pretty sure he was dehydrated.

Charlie grinned. It had damn well been worth it.

“Water,” Audra managed.

“Water,” he agreed, rising up. “Pizza.”

“Then shower and bed. Can you do that again?”

“I’ll give it my best shot.”

Sharing an almost giddy laugh, they dived for the pizza box.

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