Page 27 of Sex, Lust & Lingerie

That was the understatement of all times. “I think we should end this.”

“Be my guest. You just have to click on the little red terminate button.”

My heart palpitating, I stared at my computer screen. The terminate icon was one touch away. I raised my unsteady hand, moved my middle finger to my mouse, and then froze. The sparkling toi et moi ring beamed in my face. I couldn’t do it.

This was insane. There was so much on my mind. Victor’s threat. The fate of the company. My pending doom. But all I could focus on was Jaime Zander’s ripped body on my computer screen. I couldn’t take my eyes off his chiseled pecs, washboard abs, and that perfect pelvic V. I ran my fingers over his body and could virtually feel every honed muscle…and the rigid length between his thighs.

He shot me a cocky, triumphant smile. “Have you ever role played, Gloria?”

“No.” I felt goosebumps rising. Now where was his creativity taking us?

He smiled sheepishly. “By the way, Gloria, you look stunning on my iPad. Is that a red Chanel suit you’re wearing?”

“Yes,” I murmured.

“So powerful. I assume the lace underwear beneath your suit is red too. Red becomes you.”

“Yes…and thank you.” My voice faltered.

“Gloria, listen to me carefully. I want you to lock your door and then take off your suit—the jacket, the blouse, the skirt. When you’re done, I want you to crawl onto your desk.”

I stunned myself and did as he asked. After shedding my clothes, I scrambled onto my desk and sat back on my heels.

He scanned my body. “You’re so fucking hot, Gloria. If I were there, I would bite off all those sweet bows on that sexy underwear of yours and pull down those red-hot panties.”

My heated body quivered at his words. “Do you want me to take them off?”

His eyes lowered. I could tell he was gazing at my pussy, pondering how wet it already was. The truth…I was drenched.

“No. That little bow in the center is too cute. It’s like your pussy is in a gift-wrapped package.”

Tingles zapped the area as another rush of wetness settled between my thighs. My already rapid heartbeat accelerated. My breathing grew shallow.

“Gloria, massage those glorious breasts of yours.”

Trance-like, I cupped my bountiful mounds in my hands and squeezed them, languidly circling them together and apart. My thumbs rolled around my sensitive nipples. They hardened beneath the delicate lace of my underwire bra as awareness of my aroused core filled me. I could feel another layer of wetness permeating the crotch of my panties. I closed my eyes as the tingling in my core radiated through me. I was beginning to think I could make myself come just from stimulating my breasts.

“Open your eyes, Gloria, and look at your computer screen.”

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Jaime was now stark naked and his huge, erect cock was pointing at me. I was having a heart attack, but not the 911 kind that sent you to the hospital. Although that could very well happen.

He curled his long fingers around his enormous erection, sliding his grip up and down the thick shaft. His hips undulated with the movement of his hand.

“Gloria, I’m on fire.” A rapturous expression washed over his gorgeous face. His eyes were smoldering, and his lush mouth parted as he arched his head back and thrust his hips forward.

Flames of desire licked at my core. I, too, was on fire. I let out a moan as my hands continued to massage my heavy breasts.

“Put out my fire, Gloria,” he moaned back.

“How?”

“You’re a firefighter, Gloria. Extinguish the fire with that wet mouth of yours.”

I automatically opened my mouth wide. Leaning into the computer screen, I started bopping my head up and down in tandem with his hand movements. Oh my God! His blazing cock was filling my mouth! I could taste it, feel it inside, the hot thickness expanding into the hollows of my cheeks.

“Faster, angel, before I burn up.”

I picked up speed, panting with every cyber intake of his incendiary cock. I massaged my breasts harder, sending sparks to my core. A sizzling fire of my own was raging inside me; it was out of control, the flames consuming every fiber of my being. I lowered one hand to the epicenter, my fingertips burning as they stroked the fiery folds. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on before imploding.

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