After another heady kiss, he stepped back from the embrace, holding Lyla at arm’s length. She couldn’t help whimpering as the warmth of his body diminished. And then she saw the look in Jamie’s eyes. The frosty gaze she remembered from the night before had been replaced by one so full of passion and tenderness it flooded her heart with joy.
“Why? I mean…what? I mean—” she started. “Why did you do that?” She felt a shamelessly wide grin settle across her face. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you, but—”
“I’m sorry, Lyla. I apologize. Really.” His hands dropped from her arms. “I didn’t mean to jump on you like that. I’d planned to wait until after we talked.”
“You mean…” Lyla slanted him a perplexed look. “You mean you were going to fire me first, and then grab my ass and kiss me?”
“Fire you?” A look of astonishment crossed his features. After digesting what she’d said for a moment, his face contorted and he bellowed out a laugh. “Oh that’s funny. Very funny.”
Funny? She’d just spent the day from hell, agonizing over her fate, and he had the nerve to stand there laughing at her? Resting her weight on one hip, Lyla crossed her arms beneath her breasts, eying him as if he’d gone crazy. “Well, I’m glad you find this all so hilarious. How about letting me in on the joke?”
“You thought I was going to fire you?” He wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.
“Well, of course I did. You mean you’re not?”
“Hell no. Why in God’s name would I fire the best damn sales agent in the office?”
“Me?” Lyla’s face brightened. Perhaps her sales had been so stellar that Jamie was in a state of temporary euphoria and had forgotten about everything that happened at the hospital.
“Yes, you. You’ve made sales associate of the month for the fourth month in a row.” He turned around, scooping an object from his desk and presenting it to her. “Congratulations,” he said as her gaze alighted on the small wood and brass plaque engraved with her name. When Lyla didn’t take it he placed it back on the desk.
Lyla’s thoughts whirred. Yes, that must be it. Jamie was in sales statistics heaven at the moment and not thinking clearly. “Wait a minute,” she said, her tone tinged with caution. “That kissing thing you did a minute ago, that was what? My reward for making the most sales?”
“No, that was me telling you that you make me so fucking hot I can barely stand it.”
Lyla’s jaw dropped. Did he really just say that? After studying the closely woven gray carpet while she gathered her thoughts, she looked up at him again, wondering if he’d somehow magically forgotten the horrendous goings-on at the hospital the day before. “But what about everything that happened yesterday?” Oh yeah, that was brilliant. Why not remind him, you big dodo, Lyla mentally chastised.
“You mean the part where your sister Dawn spilled the beans about you thinking I’m a handsome hunk?” Jamie paused, stroking his chin and indulging in a devilish smile. “Yeah, I kinda liked when that happened.”
Lyla felt her cheeks grow warm and Jamie chuckled in response to the obvious flush. Groaning, she clapped one hand over her eyes and peered at Jamie through a slit in her fingers. “With everything else that happened I forgot about that.”
“Lyla, do you honestly think that just because dragon-woman is your mama that I’m going to fire you?”
“Honestly? Yes.” Jamie laughed again. “Oh but all those awful things she said, Jamie…”
“Aw honey.” Jamie drew close, tugging Lyla squarely into his arms. “You’re not responsible for your mother’s actions. Virginia is…well, she’s who she is. And you’re you. You must take after your dad because you’re nothing at all like that—like your mother. I think you did an amazing job of dealing with her yesterday.”
“No.” Lyla shook her head. “I was weak and ineffective. Just the way I always am when she goes into one of her scenes.” She rubbed briskly at the goose bumps on her arms. “She intimidates the hell out of me, Jamie. Always has. And I felt so terrible that I couldn’t stop her from treating you like something she’d scraped off the bottom of her shoe.”
“Oh you’re way too hard on yourself, Lyla. I saw and heard what went on and what I witnessed was a young lady brave enough to confront her hardnosed, demanding, bitter mother. Hell, I could almost hear your knees knocking together as you stood up for me.” He chuckled. “That just made you all that more appealing to me. It was all I could do not to grab you up and whisk you away from the hospital yesterday.”
Lyla brightened. “You find me appealing?” The idea had her heart beating out a cha-cha.
“No.” Jamie laughed. “I just make a habit of sticking my tongue down the throat of all the female agents with top sales.” He rolled his eyes and tsked. “Of course I find you appealing, Lyla.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “In fact, I find you positively mouth-watering.” He kissed her forehead. “And stunning.” He kissed her chin. “And deliciously sexy.” He gave her a full kiss on the lips, scattering her senses.
“I’m glad,” Lyla said, when their kiss broke. “Very glad, Jamie, but I don’t get it. You looked so formal, so cold and angry at the hospital. And you called me Ms. Lassiter just before you left. What was that all about? I thought for sure you were disgusted with me and—”
“Look, the only reason I turned on my detached professional mode was because I knew your mother’s vulture feathers were already ruffled. I didn’t want to add to your misery by having her accuse you of sleeping with me again, so—”
“Oh good grief.” Lyla clapped her chest. “You heard that part?”
“Yup, I’m afraid so. Your mama’s not exactly subdued, you know?” He rolled his eyes. “I heard pretty much everything she spewed out—probably along with everyone else in a five-mile radius.”
“I was afraid of that. Jesus, talk about the ultimate in mortification.”
“So,” Jamie continued with a shrug, “I figured I’d act formal and businesslike to throw her off the track. As for the reason I appeared to be angry, well, that’s because I was. Lord knows I had to work damn hard to restrain myself from bopping your mother in the nose or telling her where to get off. Sorry, but that’s the truth.” He chuckled and Lyla followed suit.
“It’s okay. I perfectly understand. Dawn has to work hard to keep her husband David from doing that all the time.” Lyla laughed. “It must have been terrible to hear all those things Mom said about you.”
Waving his hand in dismissal, Jamie clarified, “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about how she treated you.” He slapped his hands against Lyla’s ass and squeezed, eliciting a delighted oooooh in response from her. “For one thing, Lyla, believe me when I tell you that you do not look like an elephant. In fact, you have just about the sweetest damn ass I’ve seen and I just couldn’t wait to give it a squeeze. It feels just as good as it looks too. Kudos to your grandma if you got that from her.”
“Well, what the hell took you so long to tell me?” Lyla asked with a wicked smile and obliging wiggle of her ass.
“Mostly because I’m the owner of this company.” Jamie ground himself against her. “And I’ve got to be careful of my standing in the business community. I had no idea you were attracted to me before yesterday, Lyla. Hell, most of the other women in the office have been breathing down my neck doing all sorts of nonsense trying to attract my attention. And you? You never even spared me a glance. How was I supposed to know? The last thing I need is some sexual harassment suit. You know what those headlines would say, don’t you? Black Business Owner Grabs White Woman’s Ass.” He winced, mouthing an ouch.
“Well, you don’t hear me protesting, so feel free to squeeze away. But just to be fair…” Lyla wrapped her arms around Jamie, clutching his ass when she found it. “Ooh, I like that. It’s just as firm and sexy as I thought it would be.”
“So you’ve been thinking about my ass, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” Lyla laughed, reflecting on her weekly Wednesda
y night fantasy trysts. “Maybe just a little. While we’re on the subject of asses,” she whispered, “what about Barbara?” She couldn’t help the intentional humor.
“Barbara? Crawford?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Lyla nodded.
“What has she got to do with anything?”
“She told me she was going to ask you out. Did she?”
“Yeah, just a few minutes ago.”
“Well?” Lyla waited a small eternity for Jamie to answer. When he didn’t she pressed, “So are you going out with her or not?”
“Of course not.” Jamie looked at her like she was crazy. “Would I be getting all cozy with you right now if I was going out with Barbie the Barracuda?” He grinned.
Wide-eyed, Lyla laughed. “Ah, so you’ve heard.”
“Uh-huh.” Jamie nodded. “And from what I gather the nickname is quite apropos. The woman is definitely not my type.”
“Good.” Lyla tried not to grin but she couldn’t help it. “Why not?”
“Well, for starters, that perfume of hers is a killer. Phew! Then there’s the set of razor-sharp claws she uses to scratch people’s eyes out. Uh-uh. There’s no way I want them anywhere near my body.” Jamie covered his crotch and shuddered. “And the woman flaunts her body around like it’s so fine it’s supposed to make my tongue hang out—but there’s nothing to grab onto. She’s all hard planes and angles. Except for those store-bought tits. Not like you, baby.” Jamie’s hands molded Lyla’s ass before traveling to her breasts and doing the same. The shiver that zinged through her was pure electric.
“Poor Barbara,” Lyla said, her words dripping with insincerity. “I hope she can still put those brand new pricey bazooms of hers to good use. She got them just to impress you, you know.”
Jamie chuckled. “Yeah, I know, all right. She told me about it when she showed them to me just before you got here.”
Lyla swallowed hard. “Um…you saw Barbara naked?”
“No, I stopped her just before she pulled down that neon purple bra she was wearing. I thanked her and sent her on her way, letting her know as kindly as I could that there’s another woman in my life.” Jamie brushed a kiss across Lyla’s lips.
“Please tell me you mean me,” Lyla said, reeling from the sweet taste of his lips on hers.
“None other.” Jamie’s expression grew serious. “Lyla, you have no idea how much I hated leaving you at the hospital with your mother. I detested the way she treated you. I wanted to grab you into my arms and comfort you when I saw how bad she was making you feel. But I knew I’d only make things worse for you. That’s why I asked to see you here today. You’ve been driving me crazy ever since I took over Macklin Real Estate, Lyla. You invade my dreams and you even assault my waking thoughts during business hours when I’m supposed to be focusing on clients and sales figures.”
Lyla was stunned. “I do?”
“Uh-huh. Spending that time with you yesterday and having the chance to get to know the real you only made the situation worse, I’m afraid.”
“It did?”
Jamie nodded. “I discovered that aside from being the best damned real estate agent in this office, you’re sexy and sweet as pie. You’re fun and you’re funny.” He grinned, tapping the tip of her nose with his finger. “Kind, caring, you’ve got the patience of a saint and plenty of other admirable qualities. So, naturally, I felt the desperate need to get you alone in my office so I could finally do this.”
Clenching her hard against him, Jamie kissed Lyla with such impassioned urgency her pleasure meter registered unsurpassed results. The pleasurable awareness of stiff cock grinding against her thigh tore a moan from her throat at the same time she heard him groan. As his sensuous lips drew close to hers again, Lyla’s fingers explored his chest and abdomen. Warm, hard, well-muscled. God, she couldn’t wait to feel him naked. Jamie’s hand’s traveled up from her hips, along her waist, and finally rested on her breasts.
“I just knew they’d feel this good,” he murmured, caressing her until she thought she’d collapse from delight.
“They’re real,” she blurted automatically, thinking of Barbara’s new plastic toys and then cringing because it was a dopey thing to say.
“Oh you didn’t have to tell me that. I knew before I ever got my hands on them,” Jamie said, clearly enjoying the healthy handfuls. “I could tell when I watched you move.”
Voices just outside Jamie’s office caught their attention. He and Lyla stilled until the talkers passed by his door on their way out of the building. With a deep, audible breath at the sound of the outside doors opening and closing, Jamie pulled himself out of their embrace.
“Damn, I hate to say this but I think we’d better stop now,” he said through ragged breaths. “Otherwise, Ms. Lassiter, we could easily make your mother’s accusations become a reality—right here, right now, on top of this desk.” He flashed a positively devilish smile and winked. “We should probably start our relationship off with dinner and drinks. And then perhaps we can work our way up to…” Jamie purposefully cleared his throat and smiled. “Dessert.”
Nope, uh-uh. No matter how many people were still in the building there was no way Lyla was about to let this golden opportunity get away. Not on a Wednesday night of all nights. After getting a taste of the real live Jamie, her slick plastic Jamie-2 vibrator just wouldn’t be able to satisfy her needs tonight. What she needed was the flesh and blood man thrusting deep inside her pussy. Now. Waiting simply wasn’t an option. Besides, there was something wildly thrilling about the thought of fucking her fantasy man on top of his desk, practically in public. The naughty thought heated her insides like warm whiskey sliding down and lodging deep in her belly.
“I don’t think so,” Lyla purred. More brazen than she believed possible, she closed the distance between them, cupping Jamie’s groin with her hand. “Being the good daughter that I am, Mr. Donlon, I feel it’s only right for me to live up—or perhaps I should say down—to my mother’s expectations of me.”
She walked around him to the back of his desk, where she began stacking files and papers and moving them to the top of the filing cabinet. “You can get those other things,” she said, gesturing toward the pencil cup, stapler, phone and other desktop items.
“Shit, woman. Are you serious?” Jamie’s normally deep voice almost actually squeaked.
She turned to look at him, telegraphing the sexiest, come-hither look she could manage. “Do I look like I’m kidding?” She removed her blazer, flinging it to a nearby chair, and then started unbuttoning her blouse. “My goodness, it’s hot in here, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” Jamie licked his lips as if he were parched. “Oh dayum yeah, baby.”
Lyla cupped her breasts and moaned, eager beyond all reason to feel Jamie’s hands there instead. She slipped the silky fabric of her bra down, allowing her breasts to pop free of their confines. Then she walked to the desk and sat on it, resting on one hip and elbow.
“Aw…Lyla. Lyla…” A major thrill coursed through her when he looked at her like she was a three-scoop sundae and he couldn’t decide which flavor to sample first.
“It’s so hot I think I might be feverish,” she said, enjoying the seduction. “Why don’t you come on over here and feel me. Let me know if you think I’m…hot.” Placing added emphasis on the word, she thrust her breasts high. “I was a good girl and listened to my mother’s admonishment yesterday—you know, the one about how I should dress for work,” she added with a deep, lung-filling breath. Jamie’s eyes were glued to her rising breasts as she spoke. “That means I’m wearing a skirt instead of pants. So maybe you can check down there while you’re at it too, Mr. Donlon.” Hiking her skirt up with her free hand, she let her knees fall open and Jamie’s gaze shifted.
He was on her in a flash.
The only downside to having the real Jamie as opposed to the fantasy Jamie pinching her nipples and then sucking them into his mouth, and scooting his big fingers beneath her panties, slic
king them in and out of her creaming pussy and over her clit was that Lyla felt as though he’d tripped a trigger. The instant orgasm trigger. She gave a valiant struggle against shattering so fast but with a rapid panting moan, she detonated in a sensational climax. The best part of all was when she opened her eyes. Jamie’s face was inches from hers and his hands were still on her. Oh yeah. Much better than a wand of battery-operated plastic.
In the aftermath of her climax Lyla was aware of Jamie fumbling for a condom, first in his wallet and pants pockets and then in his desk drawers, muttering curses as each search came up empty handed. He gave a triumphant whoop when he finally snagged a single packet from the back of his day planner.
“I sure as hell hope this sucker is still good,” he said.
“Oh no, Jamie. Not yet.”
A pained expression overtook his features as he stood there, foil packet poised between his teeth. “You changed your mind?” he said around the packet.
“Not on your life,” Lyla assured him with a throaty chuckle. “I just want to see you before you cover yourself up, that’s all.”
“My pleasure.” Grinning, Jamie turned fully toward Lyla. Jutting up and out, his cock was showcased between parted shirttails. “So? Does this pass your inspection, Ms. Lassiter?”
Sucking in a quick gasp, Lyla honestly didn’t know what to say. Mentioning the adage about black guys being extremely well endowed seemed highly inappropriate, considering the circumstances. Just the same, she couldn’t help but grin right back at him as the thought took hold. Maybe all black guys weren’t hung, but this one certainly was. Building expectation had her pussy creaming in response. She was wet, drenched, and she ached for him.
“Oh yeah,” she said, her gaze never leaving his long, thick shaft. “I’d definitely mark it approved if you had a rubber stamp. Let me touch you, Jamie.”
He stepped close. Lyla cupped his heavy balls in her hands and smiled up at him. Her attention became riveted on his cock as she curled the fingers of one hand around its girth. It was long enough to be a two-fister. She hadn’t even been this generous in her fantasies, and fantasy-Jamie was very well equipped indeed. She felt his warm flesh twitch beneath her fingers and looked up at him again to find an almost feral intensity in his gaze.
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