Voluptuously Yours,

Deeply Rooted

"Dawn." His voice was so low. It came from a place where one is in touch with its most innate senses.

Even with her on two steps above him, Richard still towered her lush figure. His mind wasn't working, he simply was following his instincts.

When he heard Lorenzo tell him that Dawn was leaving today evening, his heart had lurched and he paced in his office.

At the top of his desk lied the smooth blank paper. It lay in the middle, stark white against the dark wooden table underneath.

He had yet to write his resignation letter.

It was a knell of hell.

He didn't want to think of his ever ending doom lying on his table.

His brain switched off when he heard Lorenzo's slam of the front door, and small pitter patter feet overhead.

He grew dark when he thought Dawn was thinking of leaving him. He finally decided to go all in with her and he would make her go all in with him.

He knew he can't let her go.

Never.

Like a bastard that he was, he came and stood at the end of the staircase waiting for his precious sexy woman.

Now that she was here in front of him where his eyes zoomed over her, lingering in his favorite places. Beige silk blouse and a soft off white skirt that reached till her knees.

Her pebbled nipples already straining for him. Reacting to him...so responsive.

She opened her mouth and then closed, loss of words. His tongue ran over his teeth, devilishly.

Dragging her by her soft waist, he hauls her to him. Softness greeted the solid length of his body. Their bodies moulded against each other in perfect form.

"I want more than a one time deal with you and you are going to deal with it." Before she could say anything, he swooped his head down and claimed her lips with a volatile fierceness.

With a agonized moan, she cries into his mouth. "But you said-"

A rip of her blouse cut her off and it echoed in the hall. Buttons scattering like rain.

The pulse at the base of her neck raced.

Reaching overhead, he pulls his own t-shirt off. He looked like he was an offering for all masculine jouissance.

The sight of her little pink tongue peeking out to wet her lips, nearly unhinged him.

Her gaze was like boiling hot lava, burning him.

"Turn around." His graveling tone shook her. Oh God.....

She maneuvered up, not listening to him.

His finger tips dragged between the cups of her bra and down it went as he circled her navel and her gut clenched in headiness.

His fingers again move back up with both hands and he pulls her bra cups down. Raking his nails over those jutting tits, he circles and kneaded them.

Pinching them hard, she felt a bolt of electricity go straight through her. He bent and dragged a tongue over her nipples and she arched.

"Lie back, Dawn." Her head spun. If he plans to take me on this stairway....

When she still didn't listen, a low growl broke from him and he turned her over. Shoving her forward on her hands and knees.

He grabbed the hem of her skirt, shoving it down along with her panties, flinging them over his shoulder.