“Philippe…I … haven’t…’

Ria

“Mister Capo,’ she said, her voice like honey but her eyes were mocking, ‘You simply do not have it in you. I am the daughter of your Boss. So all you are ever going to do is hyperventilate from afar while I …”

She never got the rest of her small speech out of her mouth. With a snarl, Philippe pushed his lower body against hers, his thick manhood hard and insistent through the material of his trousers as he brought his mouth down on hers, silencing her.

For a moment she stood, resisting him, her lips clamed shut . But when he bit her lower lip gently, she gasped and immediately, his tongue took over , playing with her and she went limp. her hands moved of their own volition, to his arms, his shoulders. Around his neck and his broad muscled back as she touched him like a woman discovering her lover’s body, tentative yet eager.

He shifted and lifted her up easily, his hand sliding up her sweater and she whimpered in shock as a hand slid over her full breast, caressing her. She had n