Adam's Mistress
by Stephanie Grace

Adam walked into her office like he owned it, not stopping until he was right in front of her. He brushed his hand along the side of her cheek, tunneling his hand into her hair. She shook from the brief contact and bit her lip to keep from asking for more.

He pushed the papers off her desk and lifted her up onto the polished walnut surface. He unbuttoned her blouse when he was finished with his shirt. Running his finger down the center of her body. Over her sternum and between her ribs. Lingering on her belly button and then stopping at the waist band of her shirt.

He slowly traced a path over her torso. This time his fingers feathered under the demi-cups of her ice-blue bra. Barely touching her nipples. Both beaded and a shaft of desire pierced Grace.

Grace needed more of Adam. She wanted more. Her heart beat so swiftly and loudly she was sure he could hear it. She scraped her fingernails lightly down his chest. He moaned the sound rumbled up from his chest. He leaned back bracing himself on his elbows.

And let her explore. This was so different than the hurried couplings she'd had with boyfriends in the past. Encounters that had happened in the dark and were over almost before they'd begun.

"Last chance to stop this before we go too far, Grace."

She knew she should tell him to leave that her job was at stake but she couldn't give up the chance to be with him. To know him intimately. She caressed his chest, lingering over the well-developed pectorals.

His muscle jumped under her touch. She circled his nipple but didn't touch it. Scraped her nail down the center line of his body. Following the fine dusting of hair that narrowed and disappeared into the waist band of his pants.

"Don't go," she said, softly.

He traced her lips and then moved lower. His finger following the path his mouth had taken a few minutes earlier. He caressed the pulse point where he'd suckled her neck and then moved lower.

His stomach was rock hard and rippled when he sat up. He reached around her back and unhooked her bra and then pushed the cups up out of his way. He pulled her closer until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest.

"Grace," he said her name like a prayer.

The sound of raised voices could be heard through her locked office door. Panicked at the thought of getting caught half-naked in his arms, she started to push away from him.

But he held her close, wrapping his strong arms around her. "I've got you."

Grace hugged him to her and closed her eyes reminding herself that this was just loneliness and she hadn't found the man she'd been forgotten she'd been secretly dreaming of.

"I don't know why we have to hide what we feel from the world," he said.

He wouldn't understand. But she wasn't one of the glamorous women he was always seen with. Everyone would take one look at them and know she wasn't meant to be on his arm.

"Please, Adam, I don't want to share what we have found together. They'll think I'm your mistress."

"Okay, Grace. For you."

The voices moved on down the hallway and he stared down at her. She knew that something had changed between them in those few moments. That they were together now. A couple.

"Where were we?" he asked, his voice a sexy whisper in her ear.

His hard-on nudged her center and she shifted on him trying to find a better touch but it was impossible with the layers of cloth between them. Her skirt was hiked up but it wasn't enough.

"I think we were here," she said, pointing to her bare breasts and his open zipper.

"Show me where I left off," he said.

She drew his head down to her torso. He kissed his way down her neck and bit lightly at her nape. She shuddered, clutching at his shoulders, grinding her body harder against him.

He loosened the waistband fastening of her skirt and slipped his hands under the cloth. His big hands slipping into her panties, cupping her butt and urging to ride him faster. Guiding her motions against him. He bent his head and his tongue stroked her nipple, and then suckled her.

"I need you, Grace."

She took his jaw in her hands and pulled his face down to hers. His pupils were dilated and between her legs she felt him hot and hard.

"I need you too."

His growled deep in his throat and lowered his head to hers again. This time there was no gentle seduction but a full out taking of her mouth. He didn't mask what he wanted--he took. And she let him.

One of his hands left her waist and cupped her butt, pulling her closer until her mound rested against his hardness. He slipped just the tip of his erection into her body.

Grace threw her head back and moaned. His other hand slid up her leg. Not stopping until he reached the center of her. She moaned again as his fingers skimmed the pulsating center of her desire.

He pulled his hips back, circling the slick flesh between her legs with the tip of his hardness. He teased her with the promise of more. She shifted herself against his touch and finally felt him at the entrance of her body. He thrust deep inside her and she clutched at his shoulders.

His thumb rubbed at the center of her pleasure and the fire stormed through her. Throwing her closer and closer to the pinnacle. Her breathing increased, she could scarcely catch her breath. His hand on her bottom held her hips steady as he rocked against her.

Her nerves all tightened. Everything inside her clenched and then there was the release she'd been driving toward. She shivered in the aftermath. Adam was still rock hard between her legs, he thrust twice more before he roared her name as his own release washed over him.

She collapsed against his chest. He held her close. Grace hugged him to her and closed her eyes reminding herself that this was just loneliness and she hadn't found the man she'd been forgotten she'd been secretly dreaming of.

"I'm falling for you, Grace. I want you to be more than my mistress."

She wanted to believe him but a part of her wasn't sure that she could ever be anything more than Adam's Mistress. But with his arms around her, his body completely surrounding her, she felt like there was a truth to his words.

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