A diabolical smirk whipped across his face. “Gloria, I meant have you tested it?”
A sudden pool of wetness gathered between my thighs, and my insides jolted. I was too taken back by his question to say a word. I nervously shook my head, getting a sense as to where this meeting was going.
His eyes bore into me, heating me further. “I agree that consumer research is very important, but I think you need to test it first so you can better evaluate your focus group results.”
I stiffened. “Are you asking me to play with this vibrator?”
“No, Gloria, I’m ordering you. Lift up your skirt.”
“I don’t have time for this.”
“Yes, you do. It’s important. And you know it.”
With quivering fingers, I did as he asked, scrunching the tight pencil skirt up as far as it would go. To my surprise, it went all the way to my hips.
He flicked the switch on. The buzzing rang in my ears. “Hold this.” He thrust the buzzing toy into my hand, and in one smooth move, yanked down my garter, panties, and stockings to my ankles. Pulling off my heels, he tore all the garments off me and tossed them to the floor. “Now, bend your knees and spread your legs.”
I did as I was told. My heart was hammering.
“Perfect, Gloria. I have a beautiful view of that glorious pussy of yours.”
My core muscles twitched and my breathing hitched.
“Now, we’re going to do some one-on-one research. It’s just like a focus group… only more intimate. Just you and me. I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’ll do your best to respond to them honestly. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. I hadn’t even put the toy to my glistening folds, and my nerve endings were already sparking with tingles.
“Good. Now put the vibrator to your pussy and just experiment with it.”
Hesitantly, I put the vibrator to my sex. I gasped. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before— the buzzing sensation so different from Jaime’s nimble fingers. I bravely ran the head up and down my slick folds and then lingered on my clit, circling the warm tip around the hypersensitive button. A gasp escaped my throat as my stimulated clit lit up. It felt amazing!
“Do you like the way it feels, Gloria?”
“Yes!”
“Can you describe the sensations?”
Oh, God. How could I put what I was feeling into words? It reminded me a little of being on the back of Kevin’s second-hand Honda scooter, our means of transportation when we first came to LA. “They’re like relentless buzzing tickles,” I spluttered as the toy zapped my clit, making it pulse with pleasure. “The kind that you crave and can’t stand at the same time.”
He fired another question at me. “How does it make you feel?”
This time, my loud moans were my answer. The tremors intensified to the point of unbearable. My pulse raced. Was this beautiful torture or tortuous pleasure? Semantics. I couldn’t sit still. Writhing, I squeezed my eyes shut. BUZZZZZ! Oh my God. As the insane, intense pressure built, I didn’t know what I’d do first—faint or come.
“Gloria, be more specific. Does it make you want to fall apart?”
“Yes!” I panted. I didn’t know much longer I could hold on before passing out.
“Are you on the verge of an orgasm?”
“YES!”
“What does it feel like?”
Duh! “Like I’m going to come!” All hell broke loose between my legs. I shrieked with relief as my desperate release took hold of me. The flutters between my legs spiraled upward like a buzzing swarm of bees. I had buzzed my way to pure, utter ecstasy.
“How do you feel now, Gloria?”
“Fuck!” I muttered as the buzzing inside me persevered. No other words sprung to my parched mouth. I fluttered my eyes open. Still looming above me, Jaime Zander eyed me rapturously. He had taken off his linen drawstring pants. Between his mighty thighs, his divine cock jutted in its full erect glory. I salivated at the sight of it. My throbbing sex was wet with want.
A cocky grin flickered on his gorgeous face. “We’re not done with our little research session, Gloria. I want to know—did using the vibrator increase your libido?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice a raspy whisper. I was desperate for him, drenched with desire and despair.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Gloria?”
“Yes!” I begged. “Please!”
A satisfied smile spread across his face. His lustful eyes circled around my office. “Where would you like to be fucked—over your desk or we could do it right here?”
“Here!” I mouthed. I couldn’t wait. I so bloody needed him inside me.
“Perfect.” In one swift smooth move, he yanked up my legs and leveraged the heels of my feet on his shoulders. He leaned into me, anchoring one hand on the back of the love chair for support and using the other to drive his rock-hard cock into my ready entrance. Because I was so wet, he penetrated me quickly and easily. My back arched at the fullness of his exquisite invasion. I let out a moan.
“Oh, Gloria, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he began to grind his cock inside me. I was awed by how deep he could go in this position. I shrieked with pleasure each time he hit my G-for-Gloria spot and thrust my hips to meet his touch. Raw, guttural grunts accompanied his truculent plundering. The sounds of our moaning and groaning, combined with our pounding hearts and ragged pants, drowned out the sound of the humming vibrator. I almost forgot about it until I felt Jaime slide it out of my hand.
I met his gaze. His beautiful face was glazed with sweat. I brushed away the damp strands of hair that’d fallen forward into his hooded blue eyes. He breathed into me. “We’re now going to find out if this little toy of yours makes sex more pleasurable for the women and her partner.”
How much better could it get? His relentless deep strokes were taking the air out of my lungs—and his—and blowing my brain apart.
“We’re also going to take it up a couple of notches.” I heard two clicks of the vibrator control. Fuck. I’d forgotten this contraption had three levels of stimulation— mild, moderate, and intense. Our research had shown that not all women are the same. I’d had it set on the first level and that was almost unbearable. Jaime had adjusted it to the extreme.
Insane pressure was building readily inside me, my climax just a heartbeat away. When the loud, amped up vibrator, once again touched down on my clit, I could no longer hold back. My slick bundle of nerves gave way as wave after fierce wave of ecstasy like I’d never known before ripped through me. My whole body shook.
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.
“Gloria!” I heard him roar almost at once 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 his orgasm out. “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 pulled his white linen pants up over his still pumped up cock. After tying them, he flopped down on the couch, sliding me back into 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, pulling down 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 wetness between my inner thighs didn’t help at all.
Standing, I picked up the phone. The voice on the other end sent a sharp shiver up 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 quivered. 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, uncontrollably, sobbed big ugly tears.
“Sheesh, Angel,” shouted 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.
“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 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 the rest of my life.
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 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 even had a gym where employees could work out and where I had my every other day 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 black yoga pants that hung low on my hips and a matching black tank with a built-in shelf bra that ended on my midriff just above my navel. 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. Damn him! 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 stretchy pants. My breasts skimmed his tee 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 roller coaster? 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.
CHAPTER 9
Fifteen minutes later, Jaime and I were cruising up the coast along the Pacific Coast Highway in the vintage red Thunderbird convertible he had rented. Thank goodness, the Santa Monica Pier was behind us; Jaime Zander had a different destination in mind. The Beach Boys were blasting from the stereo radio, and he was doing his finest impression of Brian Jones. I had to admit he was pretty good. Confession: his pitch perfect voice with just the right amount of throatiness was amazing, and he could even harmonize.
“How come you didn’t blindfold me?” I asked, interrupting his America’s Got Talent sing-along rendition of “Good Vibrations,” a fitting song given our most recent sexual encounter.
Without taking his eye off the road, he replied, “Angel, been there; done that. And besides, I wanted you to enjoy the view.”
I
was grateful for the opportunity. To the left, my eyes took in the sweeping Pacific Ocean with its shimmering turquoise water and white-crested waves. It never ceased to awe me. I loved the ocean and always had. It was magic.
My eyes also took in Jaime. He was wearing black Ray-Bans that sat on the bridge of his manly straight nose. The wind ruffled his silky chestnut hair, and I had to refrain from running my fingers through it. God, he was one sexy beast!
“Where are we going?” I had to shout to make myself heard above the wind and blasting music.
“Some place special.” He rested his right hand on my thigh and continued to expertly maneuver the sports car with the other. My braid flapped in the wind, strands breaking loose. Inhaling the fresh salty sea air, I felt all my tension release and just let myself enjoy the beautiful ride. And the beautiful sight of Jaime Zander beside me. I couldn’t resist meeting his hand with mine; my fingers clasped his. A smile flickered on his breathtaking face.
About forty minutes into the ride, the Malibu coast, with its clusters of million dollar beach houses, grew more rugged. Waves crashed against jutting rocks, and soon tall trees obscured the view of the sea. Nearing Ventura, Jaime made a sharp left turn into an almost hidden road that led to the ocean. Cypress trees and wild flowers dotted the rocky, serpentine path. Jaime put both hands on the wheel as he expertly navigated it. The bumps along the way sent jolts to my still vibrating core. The road came to a sudden end and he parked the car. I could hear the roar of the ocean below us. The scent of the sea mingled with the sweet smell of jasmine; it was divine enough to bottle. Unbuckling myself, I followed Jaime’s lead out of the car before he had a chance to open the passenger door. He came around the car and took my hand. He silently led me down another rustic path laden with multi-color wild flowers and tall grass until we were standing on a cliff above the ocean. The view below of the white-capped waves crashing against the rocky shore was spectacular. I could feel the cool ocean spray against my cheeks. It was just the two of us and the mighty sea; there was no sign of civilization in any direction. This place was magical.
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