Proposals by Alicia Roberts Page A

asked at the end, his
dark blue eyes piercing mine.
    "It's a bit spooky without people," I said,
and though I didn't think it was that funny he laughed, a
surprising low, belly laugh.
    A strand of his hair fell over his forehead,
and I wondered again if he was single. His face was square and
muscular, his lips thin and delicate.
    He took the folder and bag from my hands, and
placed them on an empty shelf. "Well, we're here, aren't we?" he
asked, tilting his head.
    I gulped and wondered what to say. My work
was over, but he seemed to be expecting something more. Come to
think of it, why was he here to begin with, why hadn't he sent some
lowly office peon, the way Mr. Neilson had sent me?
    His hands were on my face now, tilting my
head back so that I met his eyes.
    "There's something about you," he growled,
"I've been thinking about you since I left the law firm."
    I felt one hand leave my face and slowly
travel down my neck, stopping only when it found my breast. He
pressed down as his hand moved in slow circles, and I began to
wonder if this was all real.
    As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on mine,
his mouth gentle but insistent. God, he tasted so good, and his
hand felt so nice as it pressed down on me. I wanted more of
him…
    Wait, what am I doing?
    The thought hit me suddenly, and I wondered
why I trusted this man. I should just scream and run out of
here.
    His fingers started to toy with my nipple,
quickly making it stand up and strain against my lace bra. His lips
left mine and began to chew my ear, nibbling at the soft flesh and
licking the sensitive skin just below my earlobes. I felt his hand
slide across to my other breast…
    I hadn't realized we'd been moving, but now I
felt myself pushed down onto one of the low tables. My brain tried
to flicker to attention one final time: this is your last
chance , it said.
    I tried to lift myself up and push him off
me, but his hands felt heavy on my shoulders. He began to kiss my
neck, my skin burning wherever his lips touched me. He undid my
buttons as he moved downwards, trailing his lips along as he parted
the shirt. When he got to my navel, the shirt was gaping open,
revealing my lace bra, my nipples visible through the thin
fabric.
    He raised his head and stared into my eyes,
"You can leave if you really want to."
    I felt sparks fly along my spine as our eyes
met. My answer was obvious as both of us felt the electricity, and
he ran his hand down my skirt. The hand retraced its movements,
this time pulling my skirt up till it was hitched around my
waist.
    His fingers trailed along my inner thigh,
setting my skin on fire, till they found my moist panties. His hand
pressed down, and I moaned out loud, aching for more.
    "Are you on birth control?"
    His low voice cut through my haze of lust,
and I nodded. The thin cotton panties were pulled down, and I felt
him toss them away somewhere.
    His hands pushed my thighs apart, spreading
them wide so I was completely exposed to him. I felt the heat
rushing through my body as the wetness seeped out of me.
    His fingers lingered between my legs, teasing
me and making me moan in anticipation. They flicked against my
engorged nub, stroking my lips and prying them open, gently sliding
along and increasing my wetness. I gasped as I felt Brad suddenly
insert a finger inside me and I clenched my muscles around it,
wanting more and moaning with desire.
    "You're so sexy," Brad growled, leaning over
me and biting an earlobe. "I love the smell of your desire."
    The finger moving inside me left me
speechless, and all I could do was moan greedily. I felt him pull
the finger out as he stood up. I heard his belt buckle being undone
and the rustle of fabric, as I writhed in anticipation, arching my
back and aching for his touch again.
    Thankfully he was back soon, lying on top of
me and nibbling my breasts through the lace fabric of my bra. I
felt his shaft press down on my body, and he grabbed my hips as he
rubbed his hard member against my