Boardrooms of Power. Heidi Betts

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      ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ Rose said faintly.

      ‘You can scuttle back to your room, Rose. I’m not going to stand in your way, but make no mistake—we want one another. There’s no use you pretending that you’ve got the perfect man in the background. He might be perfect but he’s not perfect for you or else your whole body wouldn’t quiver when I touch you.’

      ‘How dare you?’ Rose said weakly. ‘That’s simply not true…’

      ‘No? Then you wouldn’t mind if I put it to the test…’

      Rose’s mind shrieked a frantic, Yes, yes I would mind! But when she opened her mouth, nothing came out. Worse, her eyelids fluttered and, as his mouth touched hers, every bone in her body seemed to turn to water. That probably explained why she found herself leaning against him and why her hands curved upwards around his neck, drawing him down to her as she hungrily, greedily, returned his kiss.

      Nothing had prepared her for this. That first kiss had been a taster but this was the real thing. He had told her that he wanted her and, just in case she was in any doubt, his kiss was putting paid to that.

      His tongue invaded her eager mouth and his hand was on her waist, making sure that she was pressed against him so that she could feel the hardness of his arousal.

      Rose whimpered and, when he drew back slightly, she moaned, wanting him back.

      ‘Do you still want to go back to your room?’ Gabriel murmured. ‘Because, if you do, then tell me now, right now. And I’ll take the mattress in for you. But if you stay, then…’ He left his sentence unfinished but Rose knew exactly what he meant. If she stayed, then there would be no turning back. They would make love and to hell with what came afterwards, to hell with reality waiting just around the corner. He was giving her the opportunity to change her mind.

      ‘What about…tomorrow…?’ She had to ask the question and she didn’t mean tomorrow in the literal sense. He understood immediately.

      ‘For me, tomorrow is a bridge to cross. But not now. Too much planning for tomorrow dilutes the chance of enjoying today. But that’s me. For you…decide now, Rose.’

      Rose realised that she knew him too well to escape his meaning. Strip away all the waffle about bridges and enjoying todays…he was telling her to either give in to lust and enjoy the moment because there would be nothing else forthcoming, or else abandon the exercise while he was affording her the chance.

      Rose met his eyes steadily and then smiled ruefully. ‘But I’ll always blame it on the weather,’ she murmured before reaching up to touch his face against the palm of her hand.

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      WORLD WAR THREE could have been happening outside. In terms of the weather, World War Three probably was happening outside, but Rose was unaware of it. Gabriel pushed the mattresses back together and then turned to her.

      ‘Don’t take anything off. I want to undress you. It’s been my fantasy for a while.’

      ‘Has it?’Now that, Rose thought, was a truly sexy remark and not one she had ever thought she would hear, least of all from Gabriel, the object of her own fantasies for as long as she could remember.

      ‘Oh, yes,’ he murmured. ‘You have no idea how erotic some of your buttoned-up suits can be.’ He circled her waist with his hands and then, slowly, oh, so slowly, pushed up her T-shirt, savouring every minute of her gradual exposure. First her stomach, silky smooth and flat, then, he drew his breath in swiftly, her breasts, full and perfectly formed with big rosy nipples that begged to be taken into his mouth.

      He thought of her, sitting in front of him in his office, legs crossed, notepad on her knee, the epitome of sensible efficiency. When he equated the image with the woman standing in front of him, half naked now as he carelessly tossed the T-shirt on the ground, groaning as he took her breasts in his hands, he had to will himself to go slowly.

      He led her towards the makeshift bed, wishing that he could make love to her in his own king-sized bed in his house. Then he thought that there were lots of other places he would like to have made love to her, not all of them feasible, so a couple of mattresses on the ground was no big deal.

      And the storm outside lent a certain something to the ambience.

      He got undressed when she was lying on the mattress, gazing up at him. He had never been the sort of man who gloried in his good looks but it was a hell of a turn-on to be performing a strip tease of sorts in front of her.

      She was still wearing her panties, white cotton ones. He liked them. In fact, he preferred them to the raunchy, lacy numbers he had encountered in the past, the sort of knickers that left very little, if anything, to the imagination. For the first time ever, he wondered why women seemed to think that obvious won over simple when it came to underwear.

      He lowered himself gently on to her. He would take this very slowly. He would savour every leisurely minute of it. And he would start with her mouth, her full, inviting mouth.

      Under him, her breasts were soft. He would get there later. The anticipation was excruciating.

      Having him lie on her, feeling him hard against her thighs…Rose knew, without a doubt, that she was doing the right thing. At least for the moment. The years, she could now see, had tipped her infatuation into something much, much deeper, and while for him this would only be a physical act, for her it was everything. She moaned softly as his mouth found her neck and he trailed feathery kisses down to her shoulders. When he reached her breasts she squirmed and then sighed blissfully as he began suckling on one aroused nipple, drawing it into his mouth, tasting it the way someone would taste an exquisite morsel of food.

      The storm inside her was raging. Even with the savage noise of rain and wind, she could hear herself groaning as she writhed under his exploring mouth.

      He was in no hurry. He seemed prepared to linger over her breasts for ever. Rose had always been self-conscious about her body. Her face was average, which was something she could handle, but her breasts were too big. She had been an early developer and had never quite recovered from the shame of being the first in her class to get a chest, and a sizeable one at that. That she had been slim at the time had only made matters worse. So she had put on weight. What couldn’t be hidden could at least be camouflaged. Her weight had, in turn, made her self-conscious in front of men and she had never really relaxed or enjoyed sex with the partners she had had, all two of them.

      She was making up for lost time. She didn’t feel an ounce of shame or modesty as Gabriel continued his attentions to her breasts and when he raised his head and told her that she had the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen, she felt heady with pleasure.

      ‘Fantastic nipples,’ he murmured, rising up to kiss her and at the same time pressing himself against her sensitised, swollen clitoris so that she shuddered in swift, immediate response. ‘I could lick them for ever. Did you like me doing that?’

      Rose nodded and he nuzzled into her ear. ‘Then why don’t you tell me…?’

      ‘I did. Like it. You know I did.’

      ‘Do I?’

      ‘You should and in case you’re in any doubt…I loved you licking СКАЧАТЬ