Page 42 of Sex, Lust & Lingerie

He breathed into my ear as my orgasm consumed me. “So answer the question. It’s important. Does this vibrator make the sex better?”

“Oh, YES!” Yes, yes, yes!

“I’d have to agree.”

With a growl of approval, he thrust hard into me again, and as I came one more time, I screamed out his name.

Almost at once, I heard him roar, “Gloria!” as his own climax met mine in shuddering victory. Someone, for sure, was going to call security.

“Oh, angel,” he moaned, this time softly as he rode out his orgasm. “That was fucking amazing.”

A long, melodic sigh was all I could manage. He had taken my breath away. I was still quivering all over, and beads of sweat claimed every inch of my body.

Slowly, he pulled out of me and lowered my feet to the couch. They were tingly numb like the rest of me. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get up from the couch or walk again.

My eyes stayed locked on him as he stood up and pulled his white linen pants up over his still pumped-up cock. After tying them, he flopped down on the couch, sliding me back onto his lap. Still trembling, I curled up my knees and snuggled against him, the softness of his tee a delicious contrast to his rock hard chest. He coiled my braid around his hand and kissed the top of my head.

“So, Gloria,” he breathed into my ear, “I think our in depth research suggests that your toy has tremendous potential. You should definitely consider expanding the product line. Maybe hot pink nipple clamps or sparkly love beads. Pretty in pink handcuffs too. The possibilities are endless.”

My mind raced. I could picture them all. He was a fucking genius, no pun intended. I sighed into Mr. Creativity, and let him play with my hair.

He nibbled my neck. “And, Gloria, I want to be the one to test them.”

“On who?” I asked playfully, damn well knowing the answer.

He gave me a sweet peck on my cheek. “On my favorite respondent.”

He made me smile. He made me let go. And he made me feel alive in a way I’d never known before. While he continued with the hair play and nibbles, I just let myself enjoy the warmth of his manly body. Lost in him, all my troubles melted away. Nirvana.

My state of mindless bliss came to an abrupt halt when my office phone rang. I jolted. With Vivien out of the office, I had to pick it up myself.

“Let it ring,” purred Jaime as he nipped at my earlobe.

“I can’t. It’s probably important.” As much as I never wanted to leave his lap, I forced myself up, slipped on my skirt, and somehow made it over to my desk. I don’t know how my legs carried me there; they were pure jelly. The throbbing, soreness, and stickiness between my inner thighs made each step a challenge.

Standing, I picked up the phone. The voice on the other end sent a sharp shiver down my spine. Victor!

His tone was curt. “Gloria, the potential business partner I met with in Paris is here in LA. I’ve set up lunch for tomorrow—noon at the Polo Lounge. I want you there.”

“Fine.”

“We need to carry business on as usual.”

“Yes, I agree.” My voice faltered as I stole a glance at Jaime. His mouth was pressed into a thin angry line, his eyes narrowed, and his fists clenched. He knew who was on the line.

“Don’t be late, Gloria,” growled Victor.

“I never am.”

“Oh, and by the way, have you reconsidered my offer?”

“There’s nothing to reconsider, Victor.”

“You’re going to be sorry, Gloria.” He hung up on me before I could ask him why he’d sold off so many shares of stock.

My hand shook as I put the phone down. Reality hit me with the force of a rockslide. Maybe the pep talk I gave to my employees placated their worries and boosted morale, but it didn’t make a dent in the mountain of problems I faced. Everything was at stake—my future, my company, and yes, even my heart. Overwhelmed with emotion, I slumped into my desk chair and began to sob uncontrollably.

“Sheesh, Angel,” breathed Jaime as he sprinted my way. He swept me up into his strong arms and held me tight like a baby. Folding my arms around his neck, I heaved against his broad, taut chest.

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