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her, ‘Come for me, bitch! Cover my fingers with your hot cream. Let me feel your insides shudder.’
    The lewd words triggered her. Amanda’s shuddering climax seemed to start somewhere behind her navel and radiate outwards until she felt it tingle in her toes, her fingertips, even her forehead. With each convulsion it gathered force, until it seemed the orgasm might actually rip her apart. Guttural sounds spilt from her lips. She knocked her head back against his chest. Christ, it was a climax that had been a long time coming and, now that it was here, seemed to go on and on until she half-feared it might never stop. Finally the furious tide began to ebb and, as it did, her strength drained away. If he hadn’t held her and lowered her to her knees, she would have collapsed.
    When her vision cleared, he was perched on the very edge of Nola’s desk, legs spread, stiff and extended.
    ‘Somebody hasn’t been properly taken care of in a while,’ he commented.
    Amanda was too grateful to bother denying it. She grinned foolishly.
    ‘I’m not done with you,’ he told her, and pulled the zipper of his fly down.
    ‘I understand.’ The words came out in a meek whisper.
    He freed his manhood from his fly. It jutted above her face, thick and throbbing, its head already wet. Amanda sat up, inhaled the sweet muskiness and parted her lips. A broad hand covered the back of her head. Resistance, had she wanted to resist, would have been pointless. He was big all over, a hundred times stronger than she, a great alpha male in contrast to her trembling puny female self. It was utterly thrilling. He drew her forwards. His glistening knob pushed her lips apart. Amanda sucked a deep breath, readying herself. His hand compelled her to take the head, then the shaft, pressing her tongue down and burrowing into her mouth until he butted against the back of her throat. Amanda relaxed her gag reflex, something she was happily very good at. He was so big, so smooth, so hard … So overwhelming!
    His grip changed. He took her head between his hands, hands that swamped it, and pushed it away until his cock’s head was only just inside her lips, and pulled in again. Slowly at first, but with an accelerating rhythm, the big stranger, she almost thought, ‘fucked her face’ – but that wasn’t accurate. He was
masturbating
himself with her mouth.
    The wetness of her mouth and the pistoning combined to make obscene noises that she felt as much as heard.
    And then he stiffened.
    Amanda waited for what seemed an eternity before the delicious hot flood filled her mouth.
    When he recovered, he said, ‘You did good. I hate it when my women choke.’
    Amanda probably should have been shocked, but she wasn’t. The comment amused her and, God help her, made her preen. She giggled.
    A crooked smile crossed his lips. ‘We haven’t introduced ourselves properly, have we? My name’s Trevor. I work for the building – security.’
    ‘I’m Amanda, Amanda Garland. I own Forsythe Footwear.’
    ‘You kidding me?’
    ‘No.’
    He grimaced. ‘You had me fooled, huh? I’m not complaining, though. Er – are you? Complaining?’
    Amanda swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. She shook her head.
    The big man zipped up. He mock-saluted. ‘Ms Garland, anything I can do for you, any time, you just whistle.’
    ‘I don’t think I could manage to pucker up right now, but I’ll be sure to remember your kind offer, Trevor.’

5
    THE NEXT DAY , Amanda didn’t get to the office until after lunch. She’d worked late the day before, after all. She managed to smile and say good afternoon to Nola, although it hurt her face. Amanda ordered, ‘Black coffee and a mineral water with a lemon wedge, please.’
    The girl was small, like Amanda, but much less shapely. What on earth had possessed Roger to make love to the little bitch? Was it her age? Was that how it was with men, to prefer a young chit to a mature woman?
    Amanda grinned to herself. Perhaps