He acknowledged another stir of lust as she shifted
her weight from one leg to the other.
This morning
she was wearing one of his shirts which came to just
below her bottom as she surveyed the cityscape. One
hand was planted on her hips as she watched the snow
tumbling towards the city streets. It was a pose de-
signed to show off her long legs to their best advantage something he suspected she knew very well,
despite her relative inexperience. But she was a fast
learner, he thought approvingly. She'd learnt to re-
move her clothes and tantalise him better than any of
those high-class strippers he knew rich out-of-town-
ers visited down on Midtown West.
His groin throbbed with a relentless beat as he
walked over to her and slid his arms around her waist,
lifting aside the still-damp curtain of dark hair to
plant a lingering kiss at the base of her neck.
'Good swim? he murmured.
Fifty lengths-and all I had to do was take the
elevator.
That's the beauty of having a pool in
ment."
indistinctly as he cupped
his hands over her breasts and I began to massage them
through the cotton of her shirt. You do realise I'm... "
"Yes, Mas", she added
standing in front of the window?"
I do. And you're nineteen floors up.'
'Somebody might have a pair of binoculars,'
The glass is mirror-coated, he said, moving one
hand down. Which means nobody gets to see although, if it turns you on, you can always pretend
someone is watching me slide my hand down between
your legs and easing you open like this."
'You are...' she gasped as he slipped his finger in-
side her " ...incorrigible.'
'Am I?" He moved his finger against her, loving
the way her head fell helplessly back against him, the
scent of her sex heavy in the air as he brought her to a
shuddering climax right where she stood. He felt the
buckling of her knees as she slumped back against
him and thought about carrying her over to the sofa.
But she was nothing if not surprising because she
quickly gained her equilibrium and turned around,
her face flushed and a small smile on her lips as she
ran the flat of her palm experimentally over his groin.
'Oh, she said, digging her teeth into her bottom lip
almost shyly as she explored the hard and throbbing
thing covered by the denim of his jeans. I see. You
are a very excitable man, aren't you, Massimo Carter?"
He gave a low and exultant laugh. 'Is that what
I am?"
'Among other things.'
The rasp of his zip sliding down was the only sound other than his ragged breathing as she sank
to her knees in front of him and teased him with her
fingers, before putting the moist tip against her lips.
'Toyin,' he groaned as her tongue gave a play-
ful lick.
Toyin lowered her lips onto him, loving the sen-
sation of sucking this most intimate part of him. She
liked having the silken thickness of him deep in her
mouth, just as she liked tasting that first salty bead
of moisture which showed he was close to climax.
He'd taught her so much. About her body. About his.
Sometimes she wished she could grab hold of time
and freeze it because the clock was ticking down to-
wards Christmas and once the holiday was over, she'd
be far away from here. From him.