Page 43 of Sex, Lust & Lingerie

“I’m sorry. I’m a fucked-up mess,” I said hoarsely through my tears. I swiped at them, but they hopelessly kept pouring.

“Angel, let me help.” He leaned into me and licked them away.

I gazed up into his long-lashed eyes. “I’m scared. Everything I’ve ever worked for is going up in smoke. Tomorrow, I may not even have a job.”

Jaime’s face grew fierce. “Don’t let that bastard threaten you. I’m not going to let him take you down.”

Before I could utter a word, his soft lips latched onto mine and smothered my sobs. My tears seared his face as his kiss deepened, melting not only my mouth but all of me. How safe and empowered I felt in his arms! I could stay in them forever.

Finally, forcing myself to pull away, I caught my breath. My tears had subsided, but Jaime’s face was now as soaked as mine. I lightly ran my hand over his dampened stubble, touching it as if it were fine raw silk. “I should give you that tour now of the company,” I managed. Tears rose to my eyes again.

Jaime caught them with his tongue before they could travel down my cheeks. “Angel, we’ll do that some other time. Right now, you need to get out of here and clear your head.”

“I can’t leave my office,” I protested on the verge of another tsunami.

He gently set me down on my feet. “Yes, you can.” He gave me the once-over. I was a pantiless, blubbering, barefoot mess.

“Do you have anything besides your suit to wear? Something more casual?”

“Why?” I asked, straightening my skirt.

“You need to chill, Gloria. Stressing is not going to solve anything. You’re headed for a breakdown.”

I digested his words. He was right as always. My office had a walk-in closet where I kept emergency business suits and cocktail dresses, spare lingerie, and my yoga clothes. The Gloria’s Secret complex had a gym where employees could work out and where I had my daily private yoga instruction. Yoga kept me centered and helped me deal with the stress of running a Fortune 500 company. Madame Paulette had preached that “Feet bodies make feet minds.”

“I’ll be right back.” Padding over to the closet, I could feel his eyes on my backside. I stole a glance backward and shot him a dirty look. He smirked. Beautiful bastard!

Two minutes later, I was back in my office, wearing a comfortable pair of Gloria’s Secret yoga pants that hung low on my hips and a black tank top that skimmed my midriff. Our signature pink heart was featured prominently on the seat of the pants as well as on the tank. A pair of simple black flip-flops adorned my feet. Usually, I dressed for success, but now I was dressing to de-stress.

A cocky smile played on Jaime’s face at the sight of me. “You look sexy in those.”

“Thanks.” My clit twitched.

“I bet you look very fuckable when you do a downward facing dog.”

The temperature of my already heated body rocketed. This Adonis was making me lose control all over again. The ongoing battle between my mind and body was raging.

“I’ve had second thoughts. I really should get back to work.”

“No, Gloria. You can’t.” He drew me up to him by the drawstring of my yoga pants. My breasts skimmed his T-shirt, hardening against the friction of his chest, as his fingers trailed down from my navel to my center.

“You’re still not wearing panties, are you?” Not waiting for a response, he slipped his hand beneath the waistband and caressed my slick folds. A heat wave was happening right here in my office, and it had nothing to do with global warming.

“Please, Mr. Zander, I really need to get back to work.”

“No!”

“What if Victor stops by?” He did that from time to time, just to intimidate me.

“Fuck, Victor!” Jaime gritted through clenched teeth. “I’m kidnapping you.”

In one swift swoop, he threw me over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I protested, pounding his rippled back.

“You’re coming with me. We’re going on a ride.”

A ride?Holy shit! Was he taking me to the Santa Monica Pier? Was I in store for another Ferris wheel fuck? Or this time was it going to be a rollercoaster? Was that his latest creative idea of getting me to fall apart for him?

As he hauled me away, I was once again helplessly and hopelessly his prisoner. Confession: I loved it.

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