<div class="floatleft">(http://0169acf2b41053510793-a17828a56d1fe6987c3860aa718002a9.r21.cf3.rackcdn.com/6873_f2fb64dc-17a0-4222-bbf0-291c8ef070d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Junior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Pierre, Penthouse.  NYC<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue suit and tie<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica Everett (Richards)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Confirmed Interest<hr/>She tried changing the subject, moving back to the topic at hand, pretending that idle conversation about a campaign that she had little interest in was actually at the center of her thoughts. And not the fact that she was now in her undergarments in full, and apparently proud view of a man that she had only just met a few minutes ago. And she was loving it, if the small sound that escaped her lips when his own touched her neck was any indication. And to be fair, with the sensation of her fingers running through his hair paired with the gentle grinding of her ass against his midsection, he was loving it too.<br/><br/>The fact that she was the boss' ex was tossed from his mind as he carefully glided his tongue over where he had placed his lips, tasting her skin for the first time before sucking gently on the spot, low on the side of her neck, teasing and tasting at the same time. His fingers followed suit, still lightly running over the skin of her throat, feeling every little crevice, exploring the wonderfully elegant arch of her neck up to her jawline.<br/><br/>He paused in his efforts in unclothing her for the moment. There was a delicious enjoyment that came with the tease, a mouthwatering hunger that came with looking over her scantily clad body and letting his imagination run wild over the parts that were still covered. He licked his lips, still close enough so that she could feel his agile tongue moving over her skin, his hot breath coming in a bit faster than before as one hand curled around her waist, gently tugging her closer to him, pressing that grinding just a bit tighter as the other moved up her neck and teased her mouth open with a pair of fingers on her chin, and rewarding her obedience by the same two fingers slipping inside her mouth, giving her a taste as well.<br/><br/>His hand around her waist moved up her side and around to her back, settling on her shoulder as he gently tilted her forward, keeping her ass firmly pressed against him as he started to bend her over at the waist. As she moved further away, his fingers slipped out of her lips with a little pop, and started moving downwards, first over the nape of her neck, and then down her back, lazily following the valley of her spine, leaving a chilled path from the wetness that her mouth had left on his digits.<br/><br/>"I'm glad I have your support, Erica," He growled softly, enjoying the view from the mirror as well as the real image from heavy-lidded eyes as his fingers grazed every downward. He liked how her name sounded on his lips. He would take great pleasure in using it often. His hand on her shoulder leaned her further forward until she had nothing to support her than the very hand that had put her in the situation. Thankfully, it was a firm support, despite the fact that his attention had moved down her back with his fingers, which were now slipping underneath the black lace of her panties, teasing at the cleft between her cheeks as they tugged the piece of clothing down at a teasingly slow pace.