Page 9 of Sex, Lust & Lingerie

CHAPTER 6

Jaime

Despite all that was on my mind, watching Gloria trying to hail a cab put a smile on my face. My arms folded across my chest, my bag by my feet next to hers, I was even chuckling. Fuck, she was cute, practically doing jumping jacks to get someone’s attention. Twice, she looked my way and I waved at her, mouthing the words “good luck.” My actions only infuriated her further and she shot me that adorable scrunched up-face look that always turned me on. My cock twitched beneath my jeans as I mused whether she realized that she could make me come faster than a taxi.

On the third time, she looked my way with an expression that bordered on defeat. I was sure she was going to stop her futile efforts and accept my generous offer to take her to the airport in my car. I signaled with a curl of my finger to get out of the street and stand with me. Give it up. Come here, you. Her fuck-you eyes stayed on me too long, ripping the smirk off my face. Panic gripped me by the balls. Zooming toward her was a motorcyclist, and she was clueless.

“Gloria, watch out!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, dashing into the street, the vroom of the bike roaring in my ears. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as the soles of my shoes pounded the pavement.

“Gloria!” I yelled out again. The confusion and anger etched on her face morphed into fear as her gaze turned toward the oncoming traffic. Her jaw dropped open and she froze like her feet were stuck in cement. The motorist was shouting for her to get out of the way. In Paris, pedestrians didn’t have right away. Get of out the way or you’re doomed to say good-bye to your life. Gloria was about to say adieu to hers.

Sometimes, everything in life can change in a split-second. Gloria’s fate lay in my hands. As the cyclist swerved just a few inches, I swooped her paralyzed body into my arms and cursed at the bastard who didn’t stop or look back. My pulse thrummed angrily in my ears as Gloria melted into me, her heart beating rapidly against mine. Still stunned, she flung her arms around my shoulders and sunk her head against my chest like a ragdoll.

I marched her back to the sidewalk as her dual-colored eyes locked with mine.

“You’re coming with me,” I ordered as my chauffeured black Peugeot pulled up in front of the hotel.

“Put me down,” she ordered, now recovered from her life-or-death ordeal.

“Do you need a spanking?”

Her lips parted, but before she could protest, I sealed them with a hot, demanding kiss.

I had just saved Gloria Long’s ass.

Her gorgeous ass.

It was an ass worth saving and whatever it took, I was going to save it again.

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