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CHAPTER ONE

Evie yawned and rubbed her neck as utter fatigue overtook her. Closing the file she had just finished working on, she raised her eyes and noticed that Bruce was watching her every move. She had worked with him for the past two years, indeed she had come directly from university to qualify as a lawyer in her own rights. Bruce had given her a wonderful opportunity and she admired him tremendously.

He was a barrister of true note, exclusive in the world of the rich and famous. He headed his own chambers and Evie had worked under his wing from day one. She studied so hard that boy friends had been scant. Her flatmate, Judy, had chided her many times to have fun, but to Evie working with Bruce and studying was all the fun she needed.

Right now though, as Bruce watched her, hot flushes of embarrassment flowed through her as he asked, \"Tired? Am I working you too hard? I think I have a perfect remedy and hope you may enjoy my particular recipe for complete relaxation!\"

She was working on the chaise lounge in his sumptuous office, when suddenly he rose from his chair behind his desk and began to walk towards her. There was a look on his face she had never seemed to notice before and a sudden, all consuming shyness engulfed her. He was handsome and she knew women literally threw themselves at his feet, but this look was strange indeed.

Without warning, his strong arms went around her and his sensual mouth covered hers as she trembled helplessly. His tongue moved over her lips before sliding silkily into her mouth. His hand then closed over her left breast and began to fondle it through the soft chiffon of her blouse.

Her heart hammered with stunned shock. Frequently she had wondered what his kisses would feel like, but till now, he hadn't seemed to notice she was alive, apart from being his competent assistant. He began to open her buttons with slow deliberation and sighed heavily, \"Oh, Evie!\"

\"No, Bruce,\" she gasped helplessly as excitement hovered.

Ignoring her words as though unspoken, he slipped his hand into her blouse and touched the vee of her cleavage. \"Aaahh,\" he cried and slipped her bra strap down her shoulder.

He continued to kiss her till he could fondle her naked breast and witness the way her nipples grew stiff under his touch. To her complete amazement, a wet sensation in her secret passage made her shudder violently as his body trembled next to hers. His breathing was heavy as his blue eyes smoldered with what she could only term as lust. Slowly his head moved towards her naked breast and she responded with a heavy sigh.

Her whole body trembled as his hand slid behind her back and pulled the hook from her bra with complete expertise. Confusion filled her mind as he brought his hand slowly back to her shoulder and slipped a sleeve and strap from her. \"Ooohh, nice,\" he moaned and gently eased her from him and freed her other arm. Her bra swiftly followed as his eyes beheld her naked breasts and her tremors were not merely shyness.

Strange tingles ran the length of her spine and she saw the healthy looking bulge between his legs as he rapidly crossed them. He always appeared so elegant, as though nothing could ruffle his suave exterior. Yet, right now he was shaking and somewhat out of control. He leaned away from her and her arms folded naturally over her nakedness.

Bruce pulled her gently to her feet and caressed her softly as if to reassure her. \"Oh, my dear, Evie,\" he murmured. The soft throb in his voice alerted her that something was very wrong and fear filled her.

She gulped shyly, \"Bruce, what's worrying you? We usually talk over most problems, would it help if you told me?\"

Just carry on doing what we're doing. You'll never know how much this is helping me,\" he said hoarsely.

\"But I feel very embarrassed. What if someone comes in?\" She gasped almost childishly.

Carefully slipping off his hand tailored jacket and hanging it on the hook, he said, \"Everyone has left. I want to see your body, Evie. And then I can fill you with my throbbing cock!\" He ran his right hand over his fly and jutted his hips slightly forward and added, \"This is for you, Evie!\"

Profound shock settled in her, yet a strange excitement also filled her. She had never once heard so much as a smutty remark from him and now this. Moving towards her he took the pins from her bright auburn chignon and rifled through her fire like curls with his well manicured fingers. Deftly his hands opened her skirt and slipped it gently downwards. Her heart positively pounded as she became transfixed. She knew she should struggle, yet sensations she had never known overtook her.

He kissed her ardently and longingly. He then pulled her closely to him and she felt his erection hard against her thigh. His chest felt solid beneath his shirt and as he continued to kiss her, he dropped his shirt and tie onto the floor.

Her legs seemed to have become filleted as they shook. Bruce whispered softly, \"Sit down, Evie,\" and pushed her gently onto the chaise. Sitting by her feet, he leaned over and ran his knuckles over the satin panties that covered her mound and her whole body trembled with expectancy.

His hands shook as he reached and pulled her panties from her, exposing an abundance of red curly pubic hair. He inhaled through clenched teeth and gulped, \"To think of what I've missed over these two years. Hell, Evie, you're absolutely beautiful !\"

Completely dumbstruck, she looked at her body. She was naked apart from black stockings and black stiletto court shoes. Shame mingled with wonder as he lifted her right leg and placed it along the low back rest of the chaise. Carefully, he bent her left knee till she was posed to perfection and his eyes never left her body.

His breathing was dreadfully uneven as he walked slowly behind the chaise and taking hold of her arms, gasped, \"I've longed to do this to you!\"

She had become transfixed as he adjusted her arms and then rested her head against the velvet padded back rest and flicked her long hair around her shoulders. \"That's fabulous,\" he said and began to open his belt.

\"For what?\" Evie said stupidly and still unable to move.

\"For a portrait. Honestly, little, Evie, a dear friend of mine is looking for a special model, and unusual beauty. You would hang superbly in a gallery,\" he stated with a triumphant conviction.

\"I wouldn't,\" she gasped and finally found she could move and prepared to jump up. Swiftly he was beside her. \"Don't move. Of course you don't have to do anything unless you wish to do so. Right now, Evie, I'm far more interested in satisfying my raging prick!\"

His voice was no rich and dark and smooth. She normally loved the way he spoke and right now, the words he had uttered were making her body burn. His smile suffocated her as he used his right hand to open his fly. Before her eyes, he released his tumescent penis from the constriction of his trousers. Subconsciously she licked her lips as the huge beast reared up before her. She had never seen one before and further wet sprung between her legs as she lay spellbound.

Bruce was at her side and holding her tightly. His hands ran over her body as fire roared in the pit of her stomach. His pale chest hair was damp as it rubbed against her arm and his body had a lovely musky smell as he panted lasciviously at her. His hand moved between her legs and a spasm of sheer agonised delight tingled in the depth of her passage.

Goosebumps covered her body as she saw her rosy nipples standing firm. Bruce's mouth covered one turgid bud and he sucked her with finesse. His finger plunged into the centre of her sex, parting her wide and she was deliciously powerless under his spell. \"Evie, tell me what you want? Tell me you don't want me to stop,\" he moaned into her ear as the peculiar sensations continued to fill her.

Another finger entered her and she cried out. His thumb found the small hard nub, no bigger than a pea, and when he touched her there she jumped with an eagerness that filled her with shame. Her hips rose greedily and his eyes locked with hers. \"I've wanted you like this for ages,\" he gulped.

\"You never said,\" she stammered.

\"I'm thirty seven. Hell, Evie, are you enjoying this?\"

\"Do you like what were doing?\" He persisted as she simply writhed.

\"Yes,\" was all she could muster.

His hand parted her legs wide and lifted her buttocks. Somehow she felt totally safe in his strong grip and watched with utter fascination as he rubbed his penis along the length of her pubic hair. She couldn't contain the sighs that left her as he cradled her bottom with one hand and brought his other hand to grip his shaft and then he was at the heart of her. He was gloriously poised and ready by her entrance as a feeling of excited suffocation filled her entire nervous system.

No wonder Judy had told her she was missing so much. This was something she had never bargained for and it somehow gave her an exquisite sense of power to see this eminent man out of control and she moaned loudly.

Several short pushes and he was inside her well lubricated sheath. When he moved, she winced with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. \"Aarrgg, Christ,\" he shouted and gripping her buttocks harshly, he poured himself into her.

Evie marveled as he panted, for he carried on applying the gorgeous friction on her love bud and then she felt her whole body swell up before exploding into convulsive spasms that left her drained. His mouth then moved to her breast and bit her rosy nipple soundly, \"You were bloody marvelous, Evie!\"

Slowly, he withdrew himself and she could see his cock glisten with her wet. She tried to sit up, but he steadied her with one hand. Again he moved her legs into the original position and moved one arm above her head. He gazed on her body and gave her nipple a delicious squeeze and inhaled unevenly.

Breathlessly she stared at his worried face and fear ripped through her as she stated, \"Bruce, you may as well tell me what's wrong, I mean ...\"

\"I know,\" he broke into her sentence. His voice was hideously strained as he continued, \"I'm in one hell of a fix. I was very serious about you posing, just as you are,\" he gulped and continued to run his eyes over her. Somehow the embarrassment left her as fear replaced any other feelings.

\"Evie, as you know Rick deVille is returning to London for a while. He is my only hope - you see, I need a couple of million quid to keep myself out of gaol - unless, oh, hell!\"

Terror filled her as her mind sought for appropriate words. \"How can you mean that, Bruce? Your business is filled with rich clients and they all know you are the very best!\"

\"1 know, Evie and thanks for your loyalty. Trouble is, money has been siphoned from the business account and it won't be long before the auditors bring it to light. The scandal will crash me and the company. Stupidly, 1 thought I could earn a lump sum for allowing you to be painted. I'm so sorry,\" he replied and shook his head with sadness.

Evie felt a distinct pang of pain for him. He was far too clever to be duped. Yet someone had hacked into his accounts and her heart beat fast with sheer concern. \"I will help you, Bruce. If my posing can cover you, so be it,\" came her bright response as she moved her legs slowly.

\"Please don't move, Evie. The only thing keeping me sane at the moment is having you to look at. Stay still while we talk, How about a sherry?\" He walked towards his mini bar in the corner of his delightful chamber.

For the first time Evie took a studied look around his lavish room. The carpet itself must have cost a fortune and lay as a cream pool of pile. His furniture was exquisitely carved and polished and paintings hung tastefully around the walls. She smiled shyly and said, \"Those paintings must be worth a fortune. Who's the rather portly, elderly gentleman over there?\"

Her hand gestured towards a portrait of an obvious ancestor. Bruce gave a wry grin as he replied, \"That was my great grandfather - a lawyer of eminence. He was truly my mentor and nothing would make me part with that painting!\"

\"I can understand that. Seriously though, if you want me to help raise funds, I will. I have managed to get to know Rick deVille very well over the 'phone, we have grown quite close in a funny sort of way. Yet I haven't a clue what he looks like,\" she stated calmly and realised she looked forward to the frequent chats she and Rick conducted regarding his family business.

Bruce handed her a sherry and walked away from her. She took a swift sip and longed to cover herself. His smile broadened as he said, \"To us, Evie. Thank you for your offer of help, it humbles me. Right now, just having you sit for me, is making me feel good. If you honestly mean to pose, how about trying out a few positions for me?\"

Evie Warrender saw Bruce Manning as a mentor and friend and she had volunteered her body without thought. Now she felt distinctly nervous as his eyes appraised her body with total admiration. \"I don't really want to stay here posing, Bruce. It will be bad enough when its for real,\" she murmured.

\"Oh, little, Evie, don't say that. It makes me feel quite dreadful. I think we had better forget the idea,\" he said shaking his head.

Shame filled her as she added swiftly, \"No! Sorry, Bruce. I'm being selfish. It's just taken me aback. Of course I'll rehearse with you!\"

D'you mean that, Evie? I mean are you sure?\" His blue eyes lit up with hope as he asked the questions.

Her own behaviour shocked her and she was desperately sorry for the trouble he was in. She was also acutely aware that she had loved his cock being inside of her and her passage spasmed eagerly for more. Even as she tried to come to terms with that particular problem, her nipples stood up like rough uncut diamonds. Bruce's voice drifted over her like silk as he whispered, \"God, girl, I feel that you and I will end up as one again later on. Like myself, you have a real need deep in your belly, don't you, Evie?\"

For the next half hour he persuaded her to pose with her arm above her head, whilst her free hand held out the sherry as if toasting a friend. With all the patience of an artist, he persuaded her to place her hand over her breast and stroke her nipple with a wetted finger, making her pause to lick it each time. Slowly, he coaxed her onto her tummy and eased her slightly towards the back of the chaise and exposed a swollen breast that throbbed after her own tormenting fingers had excited it beyond words.

Finally, he wanted her to sit on the edge of the seat with her legs parted. She looked at herself with disbelief as he insisted she wet her fingers and place them into her copper bush. As her finger touched her bush, she was conscious of a pulsating pull and longed for him to be inside of her. His contented eyes were all the repayment she would ever need. Her body burned with all the new sensations that flowed over her

Her mind then wondered where Rick fitted into the puzzle and as if Bruce had read her mind, he said in a soft voice, \"If we play our cards right, Evie, I think Rick will be prepared to invest a couple of million. Hell, he is the heir to the International Hoteliers. He loves your advice - who knows, perhaps you could offer him a very special sweetener.\"

\"He's not your artist?\" she gasped.

\"No, but I'm sure he likes a beautiful woman,\" he smiled.

Bruce must have guessed that she was tiring and without another word, he removed his trousers and pants again. Her eyes ogled as she saw the hefty penis rise up and slap his stomach. \"I want you to suck me off, Evie. Then I will lick you till you come,\" he groaned hoarsely.

This was all so new to her and she found that once again she was powerless to move. As he came over to her, she could see a small bubble on the tip of his cock. Carefully he moved her legs back onto the chaise and brought his penis to her rigid nipple. Tiny drops of semen leaked and as he rubbed it around her areola, he wiped his fingers through it and took it to her mouth. It tasted salty and strange and as he held her mouth open, he placed his cock inside, \"Hold it steady with your hand,\" came his throaty instruction.

Mesmerised entirely with wonder, she held the jerking animal and felt him forcing himself further into her mouth. Breathlessly he began to pound into her as his hand gripped her head. With a ravenous cry, he came swiftly in heavy gushes. She swallowed with fast haste and half way through his ejaculation, he shouted out, \"Christ, Evie. This is absolute heaven, keep sucking me. Now, quickly, open your legs wide!\"

His hand went down to her bush as she willingly obeyed his command. \"Oohh,\" she cried out as his finger landed onto her clitoris and her hips wouldn't be stilled. Slowly he extracted himself from her mouth and told her to move to the end of the chaise.

She went with a deluge of eagerness and kept her legs wide. He was on his knees and raised her leg over his face. She felt his hot breath as his mouth covered her quim. Then he was licking her with long, languid licks that sent fire racing through her. \"Ooohhh, aaahhh, she cried helplessly as he darted his tongue inside and licked her silken sheath. This was something she could grow to love she thought, as her legs opened wider. Her hands went behind her to stop herself from falling back and then her orgasm arrived in all its full and demanding glory.

When she stopped coming, he brought his mouth to hers and allowed her to taste her own juices. As he kissed her, he allowed his penis to slip inside of her and then they were thrusting into each other as though they had always been together and her heart cried out. She knew she would do absolutely anything for her boss, she would do even more for this man who had shown her how to enjoy the full awakenings and pleasure of sex, yet they were both one, Bruce Manning.

He panted helplessly as he slipped from her and she felt a sense of severe loss. How could she ensure that this would happen again? She wasn't foolish enough to think this was an act of love, sheer lust on both parts, she thought. Her body had certainly grown up during the last hour and she swiftly recalled the many hours she and Bruce had worked overtime together. Although they had shared the odd little joke together, he had never once attempted to touch her and she believed she must not be attractive to him

It was funny, because it had never bothered her before. Frequently she had seen the engaged sign over his door and knew he was having sex with the beautiful women who came to his chamber. Naïve as she was, she recognised how women desired this vitally handsome barrister.

Her body shuddered as she noticed he was back behind his desk. He was still delightfully naked, yet there was something about him she couldn't quite put her finger on. Was it an air of aloofness? Was he ashamed? Worst of all, was he sorry and disappointed?

\"Did I do everything right, Bruce?\" She gasped her query, not really understanding what was considered right.

Carefully, he walked over to his mini bar and filled two glasses before heading in her direction. Her eyes automatically dropped to his penis and she noted how small it had become. She was truly fascinated at the sight. It was as if it had shrunk and coiled neatly to rest in the straw coloured pubic hair. Staring rudely, she saw it jerk and begin to grow and a suffocating excitement rose in her. Just thinking how big it had been when he had eased it into her seemed to set her passage seeping with greed.

\"You want some more, don't you, Evie?\" He made a statement of the fact, rather than a question.

Bruce had a delightfully modulated voice and usually spoke with suave sophistication, tonight he was alternating from smooth to rough and her mind was dreadfully confused. A guilty flush covered her as she simply replied, \"Yes!\"

He took her into his arms and she felt safe as his lips roamed her face. There was a hoarseness about him as he said, \"I can't believe that you are prepared to help me, I have many friends, but not one would stand by me like this!\"

She stared at him with real concern and asked, \"How did you get into so much trouble, Bruce? I mean, you haven't done anything wrong. Why on earth should you think you must go to gaol?\"

\"Cos I'm a barrister. We have to be squeaky clean, Evie. I don't know where the money went. It sure as hell has gone and I will be blamed when the auditors do come in,\" he whispered into the ear he had just bitten and his hand brushed over her swollen breasts with tenderness.

Tears formed like hot coals behind her eyelids as she asked, \"If Rick will invest, I mean will that stop the rot? Would the auditors necessarily have to find out? I can't bear to see you hurt!\"

Truly, little one, I shouldn't have burdened you with all of this. Its just that you had to be in the picture when the balloon does go up. Yes, Rick could help in a big way. He might need a little gentle persuasion though!\"

Evie couldn't believe her utter confusion; joy with the way Bruce was holding her and fear for his safety were two very strong emotions; but there was one all consuming sensation and that was what he was doing to her. His hand moved with tantalisingly slow movements towards her mound and helplessly her hips writhed upwards as she yearned for him to touch her. His breathing was fast and ragged as he gasped, \"Hang on, you wanton little hussy. Don't rush me into something I'm not quite ready for!\"

Shame filled her, yet she couldn't check herself. Her initial introduction to sex had addicted her. Her arms clung around his neck as her legs flopped open under his caressing fingers. As his long, firm digits slipped into her, she knew that nothing on earth could stop her as she sought her own fulfilment.

Suddenly he gave a long groan of pleasure and slid himself deeply into her and began to pound. Helplessly, she was aware of the tingling sensations that hovered and cried out frantically, \"Don't stop. Don't stop!\"

Vaguely she was aware of her head thrashing and then the world seemed to spin as they both came together. He panted helplessly and his hair fell seductively over his perspiring forehead.

Her body was shattered by this new set of sensations and she knew she wouldn't be able to live without sex again. Bruce raised himself onto his elbows, his blue eyes burned into hers as he said, \"Get you. Our little Evie shouting out her own beautiful demands!\"

\"Don't make fun of me, Bruce,\" she gasped with embarrassment.

\"I'm not, Evie. Its wonderful to have a young lady enjoying sex so much. I do know that you're bloody good, quick to learn and would be able to fulfil the most knowledgeable man. You would do that for me, wouldn't you?\" His words were soft and almost unsure.

Shock filled her as his words penetrated her addled mind. What was he really asking? Her voice trembled, \"Bruce, you are asking me to whore for you, aren't you?

I can't … I just can't!\"

\"Its not whoring, Evie. Its just that people like Rick deVille love women and may well want to have a go with you. I need to know that you will agree if it does arise. As I say, it may not, but I desperately need his help. I also need to be sure that you will pose, if and when the occasion arises, you know, be able to assure someone that I have the exact model they are looking for,\" he added and nuzzled his lips into her neck, slowly kissing her flesh.

\"I thought that when two people are together like this … I mean, doesn't it mean something special? I know its not love or anything like that, but would you really like to know that I was with another man? She asked with wide eyed innocence.

\"Oh, Evie, what we have is very special. We are nevertheless free agents and the truth is, when a man has to hots for a woman, nothing gives him more pleasure than to see his friends enjoy her. You must take other men and move with the times,\" he chuckled softly and stood up.

Watching him dress himself meticulously, she began to climb back into her own clothing. She had a sick feeling that she was making a fool of herself, yet he was far from laughing. Indeed, he again looked humble as he took her into his arms and kissed her. She could feel his heart hammer as he gulped, \"I will definitely sleep soundly tonight. Knowing that you are beside me in this fight means more than I could even begin to tell you. Go home now and we'll see what develops!\"

Evie rushed from the building as confusion spread through her body. She was in such a state she almost bumped into the rather tall figure that was about to enter the building. Without even looking at him, she hurried past him and hailed a passing cab.

Her heart pounded as she recalled the last hour of her life and immediately her passage began to spasm. Hurt and bewilderment were an uneasy combination to live with. She had at least expected Bruce to take her to dinner, even take her home, almost anything apart from the brief dismissal. He had made her feel so important in his chamber, yet right now, she felt cheap, easy, shoddy and her cheeks flushed as she recalled him having to tell her to stop rushing him. Golly, she thought to herself, how eagerly she had yielded under his onslaught of lust.

Bruce's words about Rick deVille came flooding back. She had grown very fond of that man of late. His dulcet tones always seemed full of warmth and humour when he spoke to her and he had even hinted they might eat together when he finally arrived in England. His family owned the luxurious international hotels and she had been assigned to him about a year ago. Somehow she had found herself looking forward to his calls, they seemed to be on the same wave length, indeed she had a slight crush on him and now wondered what on earth Bruce could have meant.

Still feeling shocked, she entered her pretty apartment. She longed to sit down and chat the whole thing over with her flatmate. Dismay knocked her sick as she heard the howls of excitement coming from Judy's room. The bedsprings seemed louder than ever as her flatmate was brought to orgasm by her obvious latest conquest.

Night after night, Evie had wondered what on earth all the screaming was about, now she knew and a rare burst of envy rose in her. She desperately needed to talk and her eyes filled with the tears that had threatened on and off over the past hour.

Choked beyond words, she decided to shower and then looked at her naked body in the long mirror. Her green eyes glistened as she noticed that her breasts were not only swollen, but red marks covered them where Bruce had fondled them. To her astonishment, she saw her nipples become stiff and studied the ruby redness.

Her deep auburn hair fell in curls around her shoulders and without a second thought, she licked her fingers and rubbed the wet over her rosy bud. Charges of electricity seemed to run through her as her eyes fell onto her pubic hair. That also was bright red and tightly curled after the shower. Closing her eyes, she envisaged Bruce's hefty penis pushing tormentingly through the mass and deeply into her as a wet seepage trickled from her.

The loud growl from her tummy reminded her that she hadn't eaten. Grabbing a towelling robe, she headed towards the kitchen. An unexpected wave of nausea reminded her she didn't particularly want to eat, instead she took the milk from the fridge and poured it into a saucepan to heat.

Sliding her hands around the mug she drew solace from the warmth. Sipping the milk slowly, she began to feel better and although her body cried out with greed, she went to bed. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shut out the noises coming from Judy's room. She would try and speak to her about it the moment she could get her alone, she thought as her own body cried out with need.

Funny enough, it had never bothered her before. Frequently Judy would pay their joint bills with the little tips that were left for her generous services. Evie had been shocked, but had nevertheless benefited financially and she adored Judy, everyone seemed to adore her.

Suddenly, Evie realised that Bruce was requesting her to do the same - give her services for him and a fountain of well being enveloped her. She would be delighted - in more ways than one - to rescue her eminent associate from the trouble that now knocked him completely sideways.

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