“Besides, I want to hear you. Don’t hold back.”
His intense pounding hurled me back into the moment. We got into a rhythm, my hips rocking to meet his thrusts. Deprived of my vision, my ears took in his harsh breathing and the sound of my beads jiggling against my heaving chest. The delicious pressure was building, the blindfold heightening the erotic sensations I was feeling. “Oh, God,” I heard myself cry out. My nails dug so deeply into the surface of the table I was sure they’d leave marks. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I was falling apart.
“Come for me!” ordered Jaime. “Now!” he barked with a harsh thrust and pinch of my clit.
With a long moan, I let go. Waves of ecstasy began to roll through my body. I was coming. Endlessly coming. The waves traveled from my head to my toes. It was like every cell in my body was being taken out to sea. With yet another deep thrust and a loud feral grunt, Jaime spasmed inside me, blasting his hot release as I blissfully rode out my orgasm.
Folding the weight of his body onto me, he crushed my breasts and yanked off his tie from my eyes. I blinked only once, taking in his expression. It was the face of a man who had just won my cunt—skin glazed, eyes hooded, mouth sated.
His breathing stabilizing, he nuzzled my neck, in the very sensitive crook beneath my chin. “Next time, you’re going to watch me come.” His voice was a sexy rasp.
I wasn’t sure about a “next time.” I was dazed, confused, wasted; I’d never had such a mind-blowing orgasm. I took in a deep breath to bring air to my brain.
“I’ve got to go.”
“What do you mean? I thought we’d celebrate with dinner. And besides you still owe me.” He shot me that sexy smirk.
“I can’t. I’m flying back to LA tonight.”
He played with my mussed up braid, brushing the wispy ends across my sweat-beaded skin. “I don’t want you to go.” Sweetness laced his voice.
“I’m sorry. But I’ve got to. Would you kindly let me get dressed?”
“Fuck. I was ready to bang you again against a wall.” He reluctantly rolled off me and dismounted the table.
Sitting at the edge, I watched as he tucked his still semi-hard erection into his slacks. I was still in shock that I’d let this man fuck me on this table and that I’d loved every minute of his assault. Still throbbing, I reached for my undergarments that were strewn on one of the conference table chairs.
His hands got there first. “Let me have the honors. I always cater to my clients.” A roguish glint flickered in his eyes.
A shiver tickled my spine as he pulled up my panties and garter. He smiled as the garments made their ascent up my long legs.
“Lift up your beautiful ass.”
Anchoring my hands on the table, I raised myself a few inches so that he could get the lacy confections over my butt.
Next the silk stockings.
“Your skin is like satin,” he purred as he slinked them up my legs.
My flesh tingled. He expertly rehooked them mid thigh to the garters. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to put on another pair of silk stockings without thinking back to this encounter.
He collected my bra. “Slip your hands in,” he said with a slight jerk of his chin, holding it up by the straps. I did as bid, and he slid the bra up my bare arms. My tender breasts fell into the cups, my swollen nipples peeking through the lace. His index fingers circled them before moving to hook the back clasp. I stifled a moan as a soft smile played on his face. Next my blouse. His dexterous hands skimmed my chest as he buttoned it up. This time the moan escaped.
Lifting me off the table to my feet, he instructed me to step into my skirt and then shimmied it up to my waist where he zipped and buttoned it. Lastly, he helped me into my suit jacket and adjusted my beads so that they lay perfectly over my collarbone. There was something adoring in the way he dressed me. He made me feel taken care of, though not helpless. It made me want to run my hands along his gorgeous face, but I refrained.
“Hold on to my shoulders,” he said sweetly as he slipped my Louboutins back onto my feet, where it had all started. The six-inch fuck me shoes made us once again face-to-face.
I was back to being me…albeit a just fucked one. Wobbling, I collected my purse and briefcase. It was back to business.
“Mr. Zander, don’t forget to have your business affairs people call mine next week. We’re going to have figure out a budget and timeline. I want to move quickly.”
His eyes bore into mine. “Please tell your business affairs people there’s only one deal breaker.”
I shot him a puzzled look. “Which would be…”
“I want you to be the point person. Only you, No one else.”
Well, at least, that solved the problem of Vivien. I agreed.
With a satisfied smile, he coiled my braid around his hand. “Ms. Long, I’m looking forward to working with you. We’ll make a great team.”
His lips smashed into mine. I melted.