One Mad Night by Julia London

chair so that she could free his cock. Ian grabbing her by the hips and lifting her up to the conference table, caressing her legs as he moved in between them. Chelsea arching her back, pressing her tongue into his mouth, her hands in his hair, her breasts against his chest. And there were sounds coming from her, sounds of pure pleasure that she didn’t think she made often. She was hot and wet, eager to go wherever he would take her.
    Somehow, Chelsea’s bra came off. Somehow, his shirt was gone, too, revealing a muscular chest and arms. His hands were wild on her body, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding in between her legs and into her body. Chelsea’s breath was deliciously short; she caught his head, kissed him deeply, biting lightly against his bottom lip as he melted onto the floor with her. She moved her hands down his body, over his chest, down his sides to his hips, and took him in hand, stroking him.
    Ian groaned. His fingers sank deep in the soft folds of her flesh as he sank his body into hers, sliding deep. Chelsea wrapped her legs around his waist, her shoes dangling above his back. He filled his mouth with her breast and began to move. Slow and steady, tantalizing and deep.
    â€œ Oh God ,” she whispered as he moved so expertly inside her, his hand on her sex, moving with his body. It felt as if she’d never done this before, and maybe she hadn’t, not like this. The feel of his body next to hers was more arousing than that of any man she’d ever been with. She opened her eyes and saw that he was watching her, his blue eyes gone dark. That look—one of utter desire—lit something deep inside Chelsea, in a place where nothing else mattered than this sort of connection with another person. It was moving, it was touching—it was so many things that she didn’t want it to be and, yet, would be devastated to have missed.
    He began to quicken the pace, and Chelsea began to move with him, meeting his rhythm, desperate for the release that was building. When she came, Ian followed her with a groan of ecstasy.
    He sagged against her. After a moment, he pushed her hair from her neck and face and tenderly kissed her. “You amaze me,” he said, and he propped himself up to stroke her cheek.
    His gaze roamed her face as he traced a line across her chin. “That was…something else.”
    â€œYeah,” Chelsea agreed, and she brushed his hair from his forehead.
    He continued to take her in, his hand following his eyes, brushing against her breasts, caressing her abdomen, and kissing the inside of her leg.
    Chelsea turned her head and happened to notice her bra on the back of a chair. Various pieces of clothing were scattered around the conference room. Chelsea couldn’t help giggling.
    Ian chuckled too and kissed her again.
    There were so many conflicting thoughts running around Chelsea’s head. She really liked him, and she wanted to say so. But there was the Tesla account and the tiny little voice in the back of her head that reminded her that Ian had warned he was the kind to play the field, that this had been a one-night stand for him.
    â€œWhat are you thinking?” Ian asked her.
    â€œThat you’re a surprising guy. And that I can’t believe that just happened.”
    â€œIt happened. And it was spectacular.”
    â€œYeah,” she said, smiling happily. “The only thing that could make it perfect would be food. I’m hungry.”
    He laughed. “Lean Cuisine?”
    â€œGreat sex and Lean Cuisine. It’s perfect.”
    They picked themselves up off the floor and began to gather their clothing. But as Ian handed Chelsea her bra, he said, “This really is perfect, Chelsea.” He gestured to the two of them and the room, the windows. “We should have thought of this a long time ago.”
    Chelsea laughed. If one was going to get stuck in a blizzard, this was the way to go, hands