Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance Boxed Set (10 Book Bundle) (73 page)

Bottling?
I was overflowing with lust. I could actually hear bottle caps popping as he bit open the back clasp of my bra, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh. He slid it off me and let it fall to my feet. Exposed, my breasts quivered. With a concomitant moan, his soft hands cupped my full mounds and warmed them. He squeezed them together and massaged them. Heat and moisture rushed to my core as my nipples peeked beneath his palms.

He breathed into my ear. “It’ll be hard to find someone as beautiful and sensuous as you to cast in the new Gloria’s Secret campaign.”

“I thought you loved a challenge,” I said, squeezing out the words.

“I do,” he said, flutter kissing every part of me.

He flipped me around and lifted me onto the conference room table. I could feel the hardness of the wood beneath my buttocks.

“Lie down, Gloria.”

I did as told, stretching myself across the length of the table. My chest rose and fell, my breasts still quivering.

I felt him tug at my red-soled stilettos. “Do you know what these shoes are?”

“They’re Louboutins,” I stammered.
And they cost a fucking fortune
.

“They’re Louboutins to you. But I call them ‘fuck me’ shoes. That’s why women wear them.”

He was right. The scantily clad models in our Gloria’s Secret catalogue only wore the highest of high heels. I shivered as he slipped them off, one by one, and heard  them tumble to the floor.

He clasped my feet in his large, warm hands. His thumbs dug into my silk sheathed arches, sending a jolt straight to my sex.

“You have beautiful feet. Surprisingly small and dainty despite your stature,” he purred as he rubbed his thumbs up and down my inner soles.

“Thank you,” I murmured, too caught up with the erotic foot massage to say more. Shoe salesmen were always surprised that I wore a size 6.5AA despite my five foot seven inch height and hearty bone structure.

His thumbs continued making deep circles, sending yet another rush of toe-curling tingles to my core. A moan escaped my throat.

“You like having your feet massaged, don’t you?”

I was too enraptured to say a word. I merely nodded.

“Do you know why?”

“Why?” I spluttered.

“Because it releases you. Did you know that the nerves of the feet are connected to various parts of the body? Reflexologists believe that you can turn a woman on with just a foot massage. Even make her come.” 

He definitely knew what turned on women. At least me. From aphrodisiacs to erogenous zones.

He applied pressure again to that particularly sensitive part of my soles. “ Tell me. Where do you feel that?” He pressed deeper.

Oh my God! My core was throbbing. And I could feel wetness pooling along the folds. I swear if he continued with this erotic foot massage, I
was
going to come.

“Answer me, Gloria.”

“Between my legs,” I moaned.

“Your pussy?”

I nodded.

“Say it, Gloria. ‘My pussy.’”

“My pussy,” I muttered.

“Good, Gloria. Another ‘A’ for you.” Ending the foot massage with a sensuous kiss on each sole, he unhooked my garters, one by one. My flesh tingled as I felt him peel off my stockings, sensually sliding them down my legs. With a whoosh, the lace garter came off next and then my bikinis.

A dose of reality hit me like a brick. Holy shit! I was laying butt naked on his conference room table. Me, one of the most powerful women in the world, completely at the mercy of a man I hardly knew. Totally exposed and vulnerable. Something was wrong with this picture. What was the hell was I doing?
I need to stop this! Collect myself and get the hell out of here!
But I couldn’t will myself to sit up. And when his hand slid under my ankles, it was too late.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked.

“What does it feel like?”

Holy fuck! He was tying me up. With one stocking, he bound my ankles together, so tight it almost hurt. And then with the other, he bound my wrists. I attempted to wriggle myself free; it was an exercise in futility. Blindfolded and bound, I was now his prisoner. My heart thudded in my ear, and I was breathing heavily. Now what was he going to do? God, I wished I could see.

“Gloria, now you’re mine,” he said, his voice deep and sultry. “I want you to relax. To not be afraid and trust me.”

  Relax?
He wanted me to relax? I was totally bared, tied up, and blinded, and he was about to plunder me. My mind flashed back to what he said in the steam shower the other day.
I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.
A deep shudder ran through me. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, remembering a breathing lesson from my yoga instructor. I inhaled again, blowing out the air. It wasn’t helping.

I shivered again as his warm, velvety tongue slivered up my right leg, from my ankles to the apex. He repeated the action with my other leg, this time leaving it where my inner thigh met the triangle between my legs. Spreading my legs a little, he seamlessly moved his tongue to my cleft, lapping the wet folds like a child lapping a melting popsicle. I moaned as heat rushed to my core. Then, I felt his luscious mouth come down on me, sucking and nibbling. Writhing, I moaned loudly as he rubbed my clit with his fingers. Two? Three?

“Oh, angel, you’re so hot and wet. And you taste so good,” he said breathily, taking a short respite from his sucking and licking. “I think you’re ready.”

In two quick moves, he unbound my feet and freed my wrists. I wiggled my limbs while his hand clenched my pussy. I wanted to scream.

“Ms. Long,” he said, his voice again businesslike, “you’re free to leave. Sit up, and I’ll take off your blindfold though I suppose you could do that all by yourself.”

I didn’t budge. He squeezed my pussy tighter. I groaned.

“Don’t you want to leave?”

Go, Gloria
, a voice inside my head whispered. My body shouted something else:
I want more!
I shook my head feverishly, from side to side. I was aching for him.

Jaime let out a deep sexy chortle. “I didn’t think so. Now, we’re going to finish what we started the other day. Spread your legs wide and then bend your knees.”

I did as he asked.

“Good girl.”

I heard him unzip his slacks and climb onto the table—my sense, kneeling between my steepled legs. He grabbed one of my liberated hands and put it to his shaft. Its heat penetrated my palm and it was already hard. I curled my fingers around the thick, slab of hot velvet, and despite the blindfold, I could envision it in its full glory.

“Gloria, I want you to put my cock inside you.” He squeezed my sex again. “If that’s what you want. You’re the client. The client always comes first.”

“Yes!” I gasped.

“Do it!” he ordered.

Blinded, I grappled a little until his erection was perfectly positioned at my hungry opening. Inch by thick inch, I inserted it. To my surprise, I took my time to savor the delicious sensation of my pussy stretching to accommodate his thickening magnificence. When it was almost buried to the hilt, he gave his cock a forceful thrust and just held it there. I clenched my inner muscles around his girth and wondered: did it feel as good for him as it did for me?

“Fucking perfection!” he moaned.

I got my answer. It was perfection…my pussy hugging his cock the way a good-fitting bra hugs a boob. His fullness felt divine.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you.”

Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I’m ready!

Gripping my hips, he dragged his shaft back down and then thrust it back up. My drenched walls enabled him to glide smoothly. He repeated the movements, first slowly and then gradually picking up his pace. With each thrust, he hit an unknown sweet spot deep inside me that made me want to weep with carnal pleasure.

“Gloria’s spot…the G-spot.” He laughed at his own cleverness and then hit it again and again, rubbing against my clit with each masterful stroke.

All I could focus on was the exquisite swelling inside me. Oh, God! What this man was doing to me! He
was
a fucking genius. Pun intended.

I wanted to scream with joy, but bit my lip hard to stifle a shriek.

“Don’t worry. The room is soundproof. I always safeguard my interactions with clients. They’re highly confidential.”

An unnerving thought ran through my head—how many other clients had he fucked right here on this table? Vivien?

“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…”