All's Fair in Lust & War by Amber Page

silken material and under the lace top.
    “Oh, you know... Just a little something to keep you wondering,” she said, blushing.
    “Oh, I’m wondering, all right,” Mark growled, mentally picturing her riding him wearing only those stockings. “I’m wondering what else is under that skirt.”
    She shrugged. “A lady never tells. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
    That was all the encouragement he needed. He let his hand wander up her smooth thigh, tracing the elastic of the garter up to where it met the satiny belt. Then his hand drifted down, toward the middle, looking for the top of her panties. But nothing blocked his way, and soon he felt the soft roundness of her mound under his fingers.
    “You’re not wearing any underwear,” he said, and a bolt of lightning struck his groin, leaving him rock hard and aching for her.
    She put a mocking hand over her mouth, unable to hide her grin. “Oops, I must have forgotten. Silly me.”
    “You. Are. So. Hot,” he said, stroking her bare center and grinning when he saw her expression liquefy.
    He plunged one finger slowly into her core, enjoying teasing her. But it wasn’t enough. He knew he had to have her.
    He drew his finger out and nipped her ear. “Stand up for me, Gorgeous Girl.”
    She did, her legs shaking the tiniest of bits.
    “I’m standing,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “Now what?”
    Mark remembered where they were and paused. “Hang on just a second,” he said, and pushed a chair under the door handle. It wouldn’t do to have one of the cleaning people walk in on them.
    Crossing the floor in two strides, he returned to where Becky was standing, looking beautiful and unsure. “Now, where were we?” he growled.
    She smiled. “I think you were trying to get a better look at my stockings.”
    “Oh, yeah.” He grinned. Reaching behind her, he pulled her zipper down and her gray wool skirt fell to the floor, leaving her wearing only the stockings and heels on her bottom half. He paused, taking a moment to appreciate the perfection of her body. Overcome with a fierce sort of want he couldn’t remember ever feeling before, he pulled her toward him.
    “I want you right here, right now,” he said, sitting down again.
    “In the chair?”
    “You better believe it,” he said, freeing himself from his pants and boxers as quickly as he could. “Get over here.”
    Smiling, she straddled him, plunging on top of him the second he had a condom on. They both groaned, and Mark grabbed her hips, helping her to find her rhythm. He’d never met a woman who fit him so perfectly. So deliciously. If only relationships depended solely on sexual compatibility...
    In no time at all she was arching backward, pushing her breasts into his face as she rocked. He kissed the tender swell of them, feeling grateful that such an amazing woman was giving herself to him.
    To show her exactly how grateful he was, he slipped a finger into the place where their bodies met, searching for the nub that brought her so much pleasure.
    “Oh, God, I think I’m—”
    The last bit of her sentence became a wordless yell as she spasmed over him. Seconds later, he allowed himself to follow her over the edge.
    She collapsed on top of him and they sat quietly, catching their breath. Just then, his stepfather’s unwanted voice echoed in his head. Keep your hands to yourself if you know what’s good for you.
    Clearly the man had no idea what he was talking about. Nothing could be better for him than this. If there was a more satisfying way to relieve stress he’d yet to find it.
    Kissing her neck, he said, “I want to do that again.”
    “Already?” She laughed. “Give a girl a moment to recover.”
    “Not here. I want to take you home and love you properly.”
    She bit her lip, clearly trying to think of an excuse not to go.
    Taking her head in his hands, he looked deep into her eyes. “Don’t overthink it. I just want to spread you out on a bed and do you