This time, my arms are around her, and I’m not letting go.

This time, there’s no one to interrupt. Tonight, she’s all mine.

Ronnie’s underneath me on the couch, and my knee works between her legs, pressing into her. She pushes herself against my knee again, and I let out a growl of appreciation, enjoying the shiver that runs down her body every time she grinds into me.

“You know,” I say, when I can think clearly for a moment, “I wondered about…huhh…exactly this, the first day I saw you in the foyer.” Her hand runs down my chest, down to my pants, and brushes across me, making me harder and harder.

“Uh-huh?” She nods slowly, blue eyes fixed on me, lips wet. You damn tease, Ronnie Haas.

“That’s…uhh…right.” I am having extreme difficulty keeping my voice steady, as her hand massages me slowly. I’m rock-hard in my pants now, and I know that soon I want to feel her hands on me, skin to skin, her mouth on me, everything. “Ever since then, I’ve been wondering just how good it would feel to do this.” I slip one hand down, and take the hem of her dress between my fingers. Very slowly, I slide it up, slowly working her dress up those smooth thighs, inch by inch. She knows just what’s going to happen, but she’s determined not to give in just yet.

“Was this…mmm, that’s very nice, Tom…full-time wondering, or part-time? I must say I did wonder a few times what you were thinking, when I was looking at you. And I was looking at you…mmm…a lot.”

My fingers brush over her panties now; very thin and lacy, so thin they can barely be seen under that fitted dress which shows off her ass so damn well. I twist the hem of her panties in one finger, just enough to pull it to one side, and graze the other fingers across her clit, very lightly. She’s wet already, and as my fingers touch her, she gasps. I love that sound. I want to hear it all of tonight.

“W-well, Ms. Haas,” stroking her slowly, pausing in between, just long enough for her to catch her breath, “I do wonder how I got any work done, it’s true. It turns out fantasizing about your employees—your gorgeous, foxy employees who make you…huhh…horny every time they look at you—really is hard on your concentration.”

There’s a soft metallic sound as her fingers find my zipper, and lower it. I hold my breath as her fingers slip inside my pants, and close around me. The feeling of her hand around me, stroking me, drives me even harder than before, and I stiffen against her. She lets out a low, throaty chuckle.

“Foxy, huh? I like that. Seems to me like you’re…ah…concentrating just fine right now, Tom Macaulay.”

“I do my best, ma’am.” I stop grazing my fingers across her clit, and push one of them just a little way inside her. This time, she doesn’t gasp; she sighs, a drawn-out sound of pleasure, and the note of pure hedonistic joy in her voice is the sexiest thing I’ve heard in a very long time. I can’t wait any longer; I have to have her soon.

“You. Me. My bedroom. Right now.” My voice is harsh with arousal.

Her breath is hot in my ear, and when she speaks, it’s barely above a whisper. “About damn time. Take me to bed, Tom.”

I put one arm around her back, and the other underneath her butt, and pull her bodily off the couch in one movement. Ronnie is slim, but she’s damn nearly as tall as I am, and she gasps in genuine surprise this time. “You’re coming with me,” I growl, and she giggles.

“So it seems. Quickly, please.”

I stand up, holding her, and she wraps her long legs around my back, grinding herself into me. My cock is painfully hard now, and I know I have to be inside her soon. “Are you always so damn bossy?” I start to grumble, but she forces her mouth down onto me, hard and hungry, and my next words are muffled.

I walk down the corridor, carrying her, and try not to run into anything—which would kind of kill the mood, even as horny as I am right now—as she pushes her tongue into my mouth. After a few seconds, she surfaces, and looks at me again, flushed with arousal.

“Let’s just say I’m…very clear on what I want when I make up my mind. And,” she tosses her hair back as we reach the bedroom and I push the door open with my foot, “what I want right now, is you inside me, as soon as possible.”

I grin, trying to look as wolfish as I possibly can; it seems appropriate, but sometimes I really don’t know if I pull it off, or if I just look confused. Hell, it doesn’t matter. Stop making faces and give the lady what she wants. What you want. “As you wish.” I lower her down onto the bed, and kneel at her feet. In one movement, I slide her panties down her silky thighs, and off over her toes, tossing them over my shoulder. A soft noise indicates that they landed somewhere in the vicinity of my dresser; I know we’re going to have a hell of a job finding them tomorrow morning, but it’s the last thing I care about now as I drink in the sight of her, open in front of me.

God, that’s delicious. Another throaty giggle.

“Was a Princess Bride reference?”

I smile despite myself. “Might have been. Now, enough questions from you.”

Her eyes widen in mock-outrage. “Oh rea—oohhh.” Her sentence cuts off abruptly as I part her thighs, and dive into her with my tongue. Her whole body shivers, a delightful sensation which starts at her shoulders and carries on all the way down to her hips. The movement pushes her clit against my tongue, and I taste her in my mouth, firm and musky. After so long thinking about her, wondering about this moment, finally having her like this is almost soothing, like scratching an itch that’s been bothering you for weeks, and I groan with relief.

“Oh no, Ronnie. You’re not wriggling out of this, believe me.” I slide my hands under her firm buttocks, and press my mouth into her, licking and circling. She bucks against me, harder and more violently this time, but I’m holding her firmly, and I keep pleasuring her as her hips lift off the bed.

“I…ohh, God, Tom…I wouldn’t…ah…dream of it. Yes, please, just there, please…” Again and again, stroking her with my tongue, until she stops bucking and settles down to a steady rhythm of deep breaths, in and out. She’s sheened with sweat now, and the taste of her sweat and her juices in my mouth is making me wild for her. I’m getting desperate to have her, and finally, reluctantly, I slide my tongue off her, with a last swipe that makes her whimper.

I stand up, unbuckle my belt, and step out of my trousers; in the half-light coming through the curtains, I can see her, lean and golden, spread out on my bed, just where I’ve been dreaming of her. She props herself up on her elbows, still breathing deeply, and gives me that melting smile again.

“Oh, yes. Yes, please.”

I kneel on top of her, my hands on either side of her shoulders, and kiss her forehead. “Do you know how I want you the first time?”

She tilts her head up toward me. Her face is inches from mine, and the full redness of her lips is very clear against her golden skin. “Tell me.” She draws in a breath.

I press myself very gently against her clit; I’m rock-hard now, and just the movement is enough to make me throb against her. “I want you on top of me. I want to see you astride me, to feel you sink down onto me. I want to feel you riding me.”

Another melting smile. “As you wish.”

I roll her over on top of me, and she strips her dress off over her head. Her small, firm breasts are high and proud on her chest, and her hair falls down over her shoulders in a blond wave. I take a moment just to look at her like that, to think about how exquisite it’s going to be in moments when I’m inside her.

She straddles me, taking me in her hand. Slowly, she licks her lips, and the gesture is so erotic, I almost come from watching her. “Ready?”

I groan involuntarily. “Damn right I’m ready. Are you?” The careful, insistent motion of her fingers on me are making it hard for me to think, to do anything except focus on my need to be inside her, to fill her up.

“Oh, Tom,” pressing me against her, in a low voice, “I’ve been ready for this for…ohh…a very long time.” On the word ‘time’, she takes me inside her, finally, slick and enveloping; it takes all my willpower to stop myself from driving up into her in one movement. “Yes, a very long…ahh…time. Very, very…ahh…long.”

Gradually, she lowers herself down onto me, eyes widening as I fill her up. I wait, concentrating as hard as I can. I want to take her, hard, to drive up into her, but that’s for later; right now, I want her to adjust to me inside her, to move at her own pace.

Finally, I’m completely inside her, and she’s pressing against me. Ronnie starts to move on top of me, back and forth; all I can hear is the sound of her breathing, and the blood rushing in my ears. I put my hands on her hips, and guide her rhythm, faster now, gaining pace with every stroke.

Her eyes are locked on mine, and she arches her back, leaning close to me, trying to get as much of me inside of her as she can. I know she’s desperate for release, and I thrust into her harder, making her shudder with every stroke. Later, I want us to take our time; but this first time, the edge, the burning need to satisfy her, is overwhelming, and I want to make her come as fast as I can.

“Now, Ronnie? Would you like to come right now?”

“I…thought you’d…oh, Tom…never ask. Pleeease!” The last word comes out as a long drawn-out moan of pure pleasure. Her hands are on my chest, fingers digging in tight enough to hurt, but I hardly notice. I feel her tighten around me; she throws her head back and starts to come, and I can’t control myself any more. I explode inside her, giving her everything I have.

Damn, Ronnie. What have you done to me? How can I go back now?