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An Excerpt From: BLACK ON BLONDE
Copyright © CHERYL DRAGON, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
The spell energy vibrated off him and onto me. Energy
never really disappeared. It changed and I felt the rush. I slid a hand
under his yellow shirt. Every inch of him was flawlessly carved. Drake
aroused me without the residue but we were always working off the spells to
keep our focus. I nipped at his strong jaw and down his neck. The warmth of
his skin and the spark of the energy put my mind in a fog. “You’re no good
to the case like this.” Sharing an office with Drake would make work a lot
better.
He was staring at my chest. I filled out a C-cup but he
was eyeing my blonde hair, which fell over my cleavage as well. Normally he
was more direct. He seemed overwhelmed. I took my time, touching his
gorgeous chest and inhaling the scent of him. It was a great day already
and only getting better. I slid my free hand over his cock, already hard
beneath his black jeans.
The touch broke Drake from his haze and he pushed my
white T-shirt up over my breasts and pulled my enchanted bra down. The bra
gave me perfect support, was black satin and never showed through any tops.
The plus was it could be removed only if I allowed it. Drake rarely got
vetoed. He was a man I couldn’t say no to. My skin tingled at his touch and
the cool air of the room.
Drake’s hands squeezed my breasts, he watched intently
as his fingers toyed and pinched at my pink nipples. I watched him closely.
His firm touch made my nipples throb. The wonderful attention had my pussy
wet in seconds but I didn’t rush. I let the sensation melt through my body
as he kissed and sucked my breasts. They were slightly paler than the rest
of me and Drake’s eyes stared at me.
I enjoyed the pressure of his hands. My nipples stood
hard, wanting more as he pressed me back until my legs hit my new desk. I
sat back and braced on my hands as my body tingled. Drake pulled my top off
and tugged the bra lower and I got more of the feel. He bit down on my
nipple and I moaned.
He knew exactly what I liked, what I could take and how
far he could go. I rubbed my knee between his legs to encourage him. He was
fully hard. It took next to no time for Drake to go from limp to rock-hard.
Another changeling perk. I unzipped his jeans and
freed his familiar cock.
He stopped and looked down as I stroked him. Grabbing
the button of my jeans, he tugged. Unbuttoning the fly, he pushed my jeans
down and slid a hand between my legs. I never bothered with underwear and
he knew it. His fingers went to my most sensitive spots, spreading my lips
until I flexed my hips with need.
I was already wet but still part of my brain was trying
to figure out Drake. Usually he was more talkative—with no problem asking
for what he wanted. His fingers in my pussy pushed and teased until I
needed more. “Tell me what you want.” I pulled his shirt off and scratched
his hard chest with my nails. He was hairless all over.
Drake grabbed my hands. “Bend over the desk.”
I started to argue. Drake normally was into more
foreplay but when residue was that thick, the need had to be defused. It
was in his eyes. Getting off was all he could think of. I understood that
need. That look pushed my need to the next level. Whatever Drake wanted. It
was rare that he got this extreme and my pussy tightened in anticipation.
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