Celia Kyle, awesome author, has a new story coming out September 14 from Changeling Press. Check it out!
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Office of Kink and Karma: Touch Me
By Celia Kyle
Copyright © 2007 All rights reserved
A touch. A caress. Skin sliding against skin. It doesn’t take much more than the gentle stroke of a lover to arouse Emily Stuart, but few men have the patience to really satisfy her. What’s a Normal gal to do when she meets an Extraordinary man who can arouse her with a touch born of his mind? Enjoy every thought, of course.
Shock gives way to disgust when Josh Martin, a Psi Extraordinary, is approached by Eric D’Amore from the Office of Kink and Karma. He doesn’t care what the Council wants. He’s not going to be some boy toy for them. Then he sees Emily’s picture and he can’t control his body’s response to her. Knowing of her kink, he can’t wait to get his thoughts, and his hands, on her.
The soft ding of the elevator signaled Eric’s arrival at his apartment. Stepping into the foyer, his heels clicked on the marble tile lining the floor. Such opulence sometimes disturbed him, but as his mother constantly reminded him, he needed to keep up appearances. The D’Amores are a respected family, she’d say. And he’d nod in agreement, like a dutiful son.
Dropping his keys onto the table, he toed his shoes off, leaving them in the entry and thanking the gods he’d dispensed with having a butler and housekeeper long ago. Now he had no one cleaning up after him and moving things around when he wasn’t paying attention. His feet sank into the plush carpeting of the living room and he sighed in pleasure. Padding to the bar, he poured himself a drink. Maker’s Mark, three cubes, two fingers… heaven in a glass. After a long day at the office, it felt nice to come home to an empty —
"Eric…"
So much for it being empty.
Eric didn’t have to turn around to see the woman standing feet from him, his mind reached out for hers, snapping back when it met the cold wall of her thoughts. He knew what she wanted without speaking to her. Melani wanted what she always wanted, a chance at his millions and a roll in the hay, whichever came first.
Not turning around, Eric began mixing his lover’s favorite drink, an apple martini. "Melani, love, I wasn’t expecting you today." Drinks in hand, Eric faced his guest, unsurprised by her attire. As always, she dressed to impress… his cock.
Melani, a statuesque brunette with a lithe, lean figure, worked out every day, giving her a body the envy of any woman. But sometimes Eric couldn’t remember why he’d begun seeing her. Sure, she held a certain beauty; her deeply tanned skin, bright smile, and pale brown eyes seemed to draw him in effortlessly.
But she was using him. He knew it, and knew she was aware he’d discovered her plans early on. Being a powerful Psi Extraordinary had its benefits. Other than the gift which plagued him daily, he could also read the minds of others. It took one peek into her mind to discover her intentions and yet he still made love to her, fucked her, whenever she dropped in.
Today she’d stripped down to an emerald green bra and panty set, complete with thigh-high stockings and garters. She was a heart stopping vision dressed in silken lace and air. Breathtaking. While his heart wasn’t enamored of Melani, his body couldn’t get enough of her.
"I bought something today that I thought you’d like and I wanted to show it off." She arched her brow as manicured fingers slid one bra strap and then the other off her shoulder.
Maybe drinks could wait.
Returning their glasses to the bar, Eric began unbuttoning his shirt, anxious to feel Melani’s skin against his. Slender hands snaking around his waist stopped his movements. Her deft fingers popped one button after another before sliding the shirt from his shoulders. Next, she slipped his undershirt over his head, leaving his chest bare.
Melani leaned against him, pressing her now bare front to his back, burning him alive with her touch. Shifting his head aside, he made room for her questing lips, giving her the space she needed to lick and kiss the skin on his neck. She stroked his chest and his nipples tightened under her assault. She always knew just how to touch him and stroke him to get him aroused.
If he hadn’t touched her mind himself, he’d think her ability to arouse him so easily proved her to be a Psi Extraordinary as well, but he knew for a fact she was a Normal.
Her hands abandoned his nipples and skimmed along his chest, down his abdomen and disappeared beneath the waist of his trousers. His cock, already straining against his boxer briefs, jerked in anticipation. It seemed Eric Jr. looked forward to some action too. Her small hands circled his erection, squeezing and milking him through his cloth confinement. Of their own volition, his hips pressed forward, searching for more friction, but not finding any.
His lover withdrew her hands and went to work on his belt, then the closure of his trousers. He moaned as she lowered his zipper and the pressure eased. Turning in the circle of her slim arms, he watched in awe as she dropped to her knees before him. Fellatio was a skill Melani had perfected long ago.
Office of Kink and Karma: Touch Me
By Celia Kyle
Coming September 14 from Changeling Press
