that he would be less likely to do so with Ann.”
“But why did you defend Wickham then?”
“I didn’t. I just don’t care for your high and mighty attitude.”
He dropped his gaze from Elizabeth’s tense face and looked down at his hands, feeling that all hope was gone.
“It was a brilliant trick. It did wonders for the ratings.”
He said dully, fighting to retain his self-control, holding onto whatever topic was available. He barely notice when Elizabeth stood up and walked towards him.
“Just good for the ratings?” she whispered in his ear.
Darcy was caught off guard. He automatically pushed himself and the chair sideways, moving away from Elizabeth…but also inadvertently opening his thighs for her to move in and stand between them. Reluctantly, he looked up. She smiled down at him, tender and teasing. “Didn’t you like the switch in partners?”
“Mmm…” He wasn’t sure how he should answer. He didn’t want to anger her with any stupid words from his mouth while she was smiling.
“Didn’t you like our samba?” She pulled her iPhone out of the pocket, pressed a button and placed it on his desk. As samba music filled his ears, Elizabeth untied the sash of her windbreaker and pushed it off her shoulders to reveal a yellow samba bikini with glittering beads and fringe.
Darcy’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He was having trouble breathing.
He watched as she put her hands on top of her hair. She began to wiggle her breasts in front of him in a rhythm that bewitched him. She then took one of his hands and placed it on her cleavage.
He felt the earth move. His hand got to touch her creamy breasts again and again as she shook them for him. She continued to dance, moving forward toward the junction of his thighs.
He felt his arousal stretching his jeans. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her body against his, stopping her dance. His head now joined his hand, resting on her breasts. He breathed in deeply, absorbing her lavender scent.
“You don’t hate me anymore?” he asked, and raised his head to look her in the eye.
“I never hated you,” she said softly. “I told myself that I didn’t like you…but after you were gone, I stayed in the garden for a long time, thinking about us. I admitted that you were handsome, hot and intelligent, even on the night we made love. I don’t believe I would have slept with you if I weren’t attracted to you. Then you explained everything to me about the low-life and about your…awkwardness.”
Hardly able to believe what he was hearing, he said, “Why didn’t you let me know earlier – that night? Or this past week? I spent 10,080 minutes without you, and I was in despair!”
“I had to work out my feelings. And I was waiting for you to come back to me again.”
“But you refused me. I thought you would want me to respect your decision. And I…I was afraid of more rejection.”
“But I'm afraid, too! You’re a handsome, incredibly rich man. I worried that, after a few days, you would come to your senses and wouldn’t want to bother yourself with me.”
“Never! You’re a beautiful, hot, talented woman. I don’t understand why you were still a virgin at 22.”
“I was too busy with dancing and studying. And a lot of the men in Meryton thought that John Lucas, my dance partner, was my boyfriend. Actually, he's gay. And then, when I was partnered with Wickham, he just seemed too…smooth.”
Darcy found that he could breathe again. “I’ll have to thank John, the next time I see him, for helping you save yourself for me!” Lowering his head, he licked her cleavage.
That made Elizabeth moan.
He stood up, picked her up, swept the paperwork from the desk and laid her upon it, her legs dangling over the edge. He parted her thighs and leaned his body on her, then asked, “What are we going to do now?”
Her eyes sparkled. “You’re going to make love to me on your desk. Isn't it obvious?”
“Well, yes. But I mean, are you going to be my girlfriend or something?”
She arched her eyebrows playfully. “Let me think! I’ll give you an answer after I score the performance you’re going to give in the next few minutes.” She flashed him a brilliant smile.
“In that case, I’ll implement one of the findings from my recent research.” His hands palmed her breasts and smoothed over them in a circular motion, making her nipples harden…but the beads and fringes were a hindrance. He fumbled and searched. “Where have you hidden the clip?”
“On the back.”
Darcy put his hands underneath her and tried to open the clip. He couldn’t see where it was, so he rolled her over onto her stomach.
She put her elbows on the desk, trying to turn her head to see how he was doing.
“This opening mechanism is more complicated than a car engine!” he grumbled.
“I have every confidence in your ability to persevere.”
“Finally!” He flipped open the clip. “I swear that I’ll invent a simpler opening for a bikini top.”
He was about to roll her over onto her back again, but then he was distracted by her glittering bottom. It made him remember the final move of their freestyle, When he’d had her on his shoulder. He felt a sudden urge to smack and squeeze her bottom again, preferably naked.
He pressed hot kisses on her neck, then down her spine. In one swift movement, he stripped down her bikini bottom and tossed it over his head, baring her delicious derrière.
She gasped.
He gave her a playful smack on the right cheek.
“What are you doing?” Elizabeth demanded, glaring at him over her shoulder.
He gave her another soft smack on the left side.
“William!” she scolded.
He parted her legs, lowered his mouth and kissed her inner thighs. Her bottom shook and wiggled on the edge of the desk. He then slid a finger into the secret of her sex. It slipped in easily, for she was already wet. He slid another finger in while tracing her secret lips with his thumb, and Elizabeth trembled.
“Oh, William,” she moaned loudly.
He pushed both fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, then increasing the pace. He saw her arch her upper body, and felt her inner muscles contract just before she cried out. Her elbows sagged, and she let her upper body sink back onto the desk.
Darcy pulled out his fingers, moved his hands to pull her upper body up from the desk slightly, then squeezed and massaged her breasts while he pushed his thick manhood into her from behind with force.
“Oh yes, William!” she screamed.
It was heavenly. He closed his eyes for a second and savoured the feel of her tight, wet muscles around his manhood. When he opened his eyes, the sight of their naked bodies joined together aroused him further. He felt his sex grow even larger inside her.
He saw her arch her upper body as she held herself up with her elbows and turned slightly to watch him. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted, and her breathing had become shallow. He shifted one hand from her breasts and held her hip, while his other hand continued to pleasure her twin peaks. He pulled his manhood nearly out and pounded into her again with force.
The samba music played on, a musical incitement to riot.
He stayed inside her for a moment, grinding his tip against her womb, then pulled nearly out and thrust hard into her again. Her breasts shook with the rhythm of his pounding.
Their moans and screams became louder and louder. He felt her muscles contract around him in a wave of tremors, and couldn’t control himself any longer. His body shivered and bucked, and he spilled his seed into her, then collapsed onto her back.
After recovering for a few moments, he said smugly, “Hello, Miss Judge. What is the score for my performance?”
“Mmm… a seven.”
“Only a seven?” He had hoped that he would earn a 10 and convince her to become his girlfriend, his lover, his wife and, soon, the mother of his children.
