“Buyers and agents are still here in the building, you know,” he said, ripping open the packet and sheathing himself with the condom.
“Mmm-hmm.” She answered his hungry gaze with one to match.
“Maybe you like that idea, hmm?” He pushed her skirt up over her hips and tore her panties down, making her shudder in anticipation.
“At this moment I couldn’t care less how many people are here, Jamie. As far as I’m concerned there’s just me and you.”
He towered over her, feasting on her with his eyes. Positioning her hips just right, Jamie took himself in hand, using the tip of his cock to tease her clit, smiling when it made her whimper and squirm. “Maybe you like thinking about John and Jane Doe sitting right outside my office talking about houses and neighborhoods and the best schools while I prepare to fuck you within an inch of your life.”
“Yes.” Her pussy drooled at the imagery his words painted. “Yes, I just want—” Lyla didn’t have to say another word because with one swift thrust, Jamie gave her exactly what she wanted, what she craved. Deep. Hot. Hard.
She gasped at the sweet invasion. Taking his big cock deep inside provided just enough pain to generate an acute degree of pleasure. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around Jamie’s waist as he stood firm between her thighs and plunged again to the hilt. Raw, hot pleasure surged through her pussy.
“Look at you,” Jamie ground out, his eyes fixed on her cunt as he eased himself in and out. “So sweet and soft and pretty.” He kneaded the flesh on her hips as his passion-fogged gaze roamed up her belly, over her breasts and rested on her eyes. “Lord knows I tried to ignore how desirable you looked sitting there all prim and proper in your office or in the boardroom but, damn, woman, all I could think about was getting my hands on your cute ass and doing this.” He slammed into Lyla so hard she gasped again.
“Oh my God, Jamie…” She struggled to maintain a low volume.
“Oh yeah, tight, hot and juicy,” Jamie muttered, treating her to another urgent thrust. “How’s that feeling for you, baby, hmm?”
“Like…like Christmas and New Year’s and my birthday all rolled into one,” Lyla managed through panting breaths. “Better than I could have ever imagined.” She could feel her cunt tighten around him, pulsing in indication of her impending orgasm.
“God, Lyla…you’re so—”
Another set of voices outside his door plainly reminded them of their surroundings.
Stiffening, Jamie gritted his teeth and swallowed back a groan as his body began to shudder. Lyla fought to stifle her own cry as her body constricted and convulsing waves of supreme satisfaction engulfed her. It was all she could do not to scream out his name as the rapture took hold. For that brief moment in time she and Jamie were the only beings in existence and the world revolved around the power of their joint climax.
The look on Jamie’s face as he brought them both to the edge of dazzling, silent bliss was one Lyla knew she’d never forget.
“That was incredible,” Jamie said a few minutes later as he finished dressing. He came to Lyla’s side and buttoned the last few buttons on her blouse. “Hot, sultry and passionate.” He brushed a kiss across her lips.
A smile rose up from deep within Lyla as she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. “I honestly never thought that would happen. Not in real life, anyway.”
“Real life? What do you mean?”
Swallowing her embarrassment, Lyla admitted, “As opposed to fantasy life. I’ve been fantasizing about you ever since I first laid eyes on you, my dear Mr. Donlon.”
“Well sonuvabitch.” Jamie grinned. “It’s nice to hear I’m not the only one who’s been conjuring up lust-filled images. All I have to say is that it’s a damn good thing your sister went into labor and your tire went flat.” Jamie squeezed her tight. “Otherwise we might never have come to this point.”
Lyla pulled back a bit and looked into his mesmerizing eyes. “You mean you never would have approached me?”
“Probably not.”
She furrowed her brow. “But why?”
“A lot of different reasons. I’m more or less your boss and you work for me—that’s usually not a good combination. And then there’s the color issue.”
“Really?” Lyla gazed up at him in surprise. “What’s the matter? Got something against white women?” she teased.
“I definitely got something against this one,” he retorted with a devilish smile, pressing his burgeoning erection against her belly. “Seriously, it’s just that I’ve never really considered pursuing an interracial relationship. I’m not saying I don’t appreciate beauty in any color, but when it’s come to seeing other women I’ve played it safe.”
“Safe, hmm?” Lyla smiled. “So are you saying you think I’m dangerous?”
“No, I’m saying my mama thinks you are.” He laughed.
“What?”
“You know the way your mother feels about you hooking up with a black man?” Lyla nodded. “Well, let’s just say my mother feels just as adamant about her boy getting mixed up with a white woman.” He rolled his eyes and then glanced at the clock. “I don’t know about you but my stomach is growling. Why don’t we finish this colorful conversation over dinner?”
Fifteen minutes later they were ensconced in a cushy leather booth at Jake’s Steaks a few miles from the office. They’d placed their orders and were sipping on the earthy cabernet Jamie had selected. During the ride over in his car they made small talk, skirting the important issue at hand. Lyla wasn’t about to let the matter drop.
Mustering her courage to get the words out, she drew invisible circles on the linen tablecloth with her finger. “Are you trying to tell me in a nice way that we can’t progress any further than this one-time encounter, Jamie?”
“That’s what I should be telling you but I’m not. I can’t.” Jamie scooped her hand into his, smoothing his thumb over her skin. “You’ve already got me in your clutches, woman, and I’m in no hurry to break free.” He winked at her before bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it. “Besides, you already mean too much to me to let you go.”
A little curl of warmth unfurled in her stomach. “You have no idea how glad I am to hear that, Jamie. I feel the same way.”
“It seems to me,” Jamie said, “what we have here goes beyond pure animal, man-woman attraction. I’m not going to lie and say it wasn’t just that at first, but somewhere along the line my heart got involved. I think it happened yesterday in the midst of all that fuss.”
“I’ve never been with a black man before,” Lyla admitted, clasping his hand in hers. “You’re definitely the first one I’ve lusted after.” She laughed softly. “It wouldn’t be honest if I said the thought of being with you wasn’t exciting partly because of the forbidden aspect. Up until today I was pretty much satisfied with my erotic fantasies about you. They’re not complicated with real-life concerns and always begin and end beautifully, with nothing but perfection in between. But now that we’ve been together, my fantasies pale by comparison.”
“Too bad real life can’t be that easy.” The smile on Jamie’s face turned wistful. “You know, don’t you, that if we decide to carry this any further things could get complicated. And probably downright unpleasant. Add your mother and mine to the mix and we’re talking ugly.”
“I know.” Heaving a sigh, Lyla nodded. “Tell me about your mother. She can’t really be as bad as mine, can she?”
“Whew.” Jamie laughed. They sat back in the seats as the plates were set before them. “Well, I think your mother probably has the edge,” he said when the server left. Breaking a fragrant garlic-topped roll, he buttered it, passing half to Lyla. “But trust me when I tell you that mine—her name’s Catherine—comes in a mighty close second. You see, Mama’s all about pride and history and staying with one’s own kind. She has the idea in her head that white women only go after black men to get a cheap thrill. ’Cause they’re slumming. And she’s d
rummed into me the idea that a fine, upstanding black man should cherish and appreciate women of color and not give into the lure of an evil white temptress.”
“Oh boy,” was all Lyla could say.
“Uh-huh. So you see what we’d be up against. Aside from that, I have two sisters. You’ve probably seen them at the office when they’ve stopped by to do lunch with Felicia.”
“Your secretary?”
“Yeah, Felicia’s also my cousin. Mmm, the steak cuts like butter. Hope it’s as good as it looks.” He deposited a forkful in his mouth and chewed, giving a satisfied smile.
“I didn’t realize you were related.” Slicing into her own filet, Lyla remembered seeing the shapely, attractive women, wondering if any of them were seeing Jamie romantically. It gave her a warm tingle inside to learn that wasn’t the case.
“Felicia and my sister Julie are pretty open-minded. My other sister Francine feels exactly the same way Mama does and makes sure I know it every damn time she thinks she’s caught me checking out some white woman on the street or at some function. She’s taken up my mother’s banner and raised it to annoying new heights.”
“Wow, she sounds bitter. Has she had some bad experiences with white women?”
Jamie shook his head. “No, not directly. I guess you could say Francine’s an activist for women of color. Black men have a history of abandoning their women, she’s always saying. Worst of all is when they take up with a white woman. Lots of black women,” he explained, “consider that an insult, a slap in the face. It’s like black men saying they’re not good enough, you know?”
Sipping from her wine, Lyla nodded. “And apparently she believes it’s your personal responsibility to see that you don’t feed those statistics.”
“Exactly.”
“Dawn is open-minded,” Lyla said, searching for positives. “I know she’ll be supportive.”
“It seemed that way to me.” Jamie nodded in agreement. “I like her. So what do you think?”
“About you liking Dawn?” Lyla offered a teasing smile.
There was no trace of a smile on Jamie’s face as he said, “About you and me testing the waters…as a couple. I’d like to see you if you’ll let me, Lyla. Are you willing to give it a try?”
“You mean exclusively?” Lyla asked, hoping that’s what Jamie meant.
“That’s the only way I’d consider it,” he answered without hesitation. “You and me.”
“I like the sound of that very much, Jamie.”
“That means no Charlie Martensen or anyone else.”
“Charlie?” Lyla laughed. “Oh good grief, he’s a jerk. One of those egotistical, demanding guys who just won’t take no for an answer.”
“So you didn’t sleep with him?”
Aghast, Lyla scrunched her features and shuddered. “Hell no. But he sure as hell keeps trying.” She saw the muscle in Jamie’s jaw flex.
“If he ever gives you any trouble, you come to me, okay?” His voice was commanding.
The possessive tone zinged a pleasant shot of warmth through Lyla’s system. Her first instinct was to brush his concern off with light humor but the sober look in his eyes told her this wasn’t the time. “Thank you, Jamie, I will,” she responded. “Although I’m sure it won’t be necessary. I’ve made it clear that I’m not interested in pursuing a relationship with him.”
When they’d finished their meal Jamie sat back in his seat, rubbing his flat stomach. “That was good. Filling. But I think I have room for dessert. How about you?”
A slow smile crept across Lyla’s face. “Oh definitely.”
Clearly catching her drift, Jamie gave a husky chuckle. “Did you have something special in mind?”
“Mmm-hmm. Chocolate.”
“I see.” He slanted her a curious look. “So are you referring to me or to the candy?”
“Both. I always indulge in fine wine and rich chocolate truffles on Wednesday nights.” She licked her lips. “Right before I indulge in my Jamie fantasy.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You mean I’ve even got a designated night of the week and everything, huh?”
“Yes you do. And I can’t wait to get back to my place to bring my Wednesday night fantasy to life.”
“Fuck,” Jamie said, beaming a broad grin.
“Exactly,” Lyla answered with a coy smile.
Chapter Five
“The prelude is always like this,” Lyla said, setting a pair of delicate gold-rimmed cake plates holding a trio of chocolate truffles on the coffee table in front of them. “Well, except for the part about you actually being here, of course.” She smiled as she poured them each a small glass of cabernet. “My best china and crystal, fine wine and premium chocolates. Then after I finish savoring my treats, I get myself all fixed up to savor you.”
“So you wear something special?” Jamie asked, revealing great interest with his expression. Lyla nodded. “Will you put it on for me tonight?”
“Yes.” A thrill washed over her. “If you’d be willing to take the place of Jamie-2, that is.” She rested her head against the plush sofa cushions, turning to watch Jamie’s reaction.
Jamie cocked his head. “Say that again.”
Lyla laughed. She couldn’t believe she was actually telling the man of her dreams about something so intimate, so private. By all rights she should be embarrassed. Ashamed. Mortified. But instead all she felt was excited at the prospect of sharing her deeply personal fantasy with the man himself.
“Jamie-2 is what I call my vibrator. It’s long and black and slick,” she explained, elongating the words. “When I use it I pretend it’s your cock and I make myself come while it’s pulsing inside me, just the way I always imagined it would be with you.” She bit into a mocha-filled truffle, expressing her delight in the silky confection with a slow moan as her eyes drifted closed. “So far the real you has been even better. Much better.”
“If I’m a very good boy and exceed my fantasy self in the bedroom later,” he asked with a distinct twinkle in his eye, “will you show me how you use the vibrator on yourself? That’s something I’d really like to see.”
His rough, low voice sent liquid fire down her spine. She squirmed as her nipples tightened and her pussy soaked. Lyla felt bold and alive and more womanly than ever before. “I don’t know…I’ve never done anything like that in front of anyone before.”
“Good. That’s just the answer I wanted to hear.” Jamie’s smile was deliberate and sultry. “Do it for me, baby. I want to watch you pleasure yourself as you look into my eyes.”
As much as she found the idea appealing, Lyla wasn’t sure she could actually do it—masturbate in front of anyone. Even Jamie. “Maybe…one day. In the distant future,” she added quickly.
“Promise?” Jamie pressed.
“I promise,” Lyla said. In one day’s time she’d become wild, wicked and wanton—and she’d never been happier. “And to think,” she couldn’t help musing aloud, “it was only yesterday that we had our first one-on-one chat.” That made him laugh and she felt the rich sound all the way to her toes.
“So what happens next?” Jamie gazed hard at her, a steamy, purposeful look.
Sinking her teeth into the last truffle, she allowed herself to thoroughly enjoy the experience of deluxe chocolate sliding down the back of her throat before she rose from the sofa.
“Come with me and I’ll show you,” she said, extending her hand. Jamie moved so fast it was almost comical. As they stepped into her bedroom he gave a low whistle.
“Wow. I didn’t expect this,” he said, studying the room’s country French décor. “The rest of your apartment is contemporary. This room is very different.” He tugged her close. “Am I getting a peek into the real Lyla?”
“It’s all the real me. This is just a different part of me,” Lyla explained. “I’m part straight lines and hard angles and part silk, satin, lace and fanciful frills.”
“Everything’s soft peaches and cream,” Jamie said, noting the
ultra-feminine décor and color scheme. “Just like you,” he whispered against her ear, feathering a quiver down her spine as he licked her earlobe.
“It’s my special retreat.” Her voice came out breathy. “The place where I come to unwind and relax.” She motioned to an upholstered armchair and footstool with a small gilded table next to them. “That’s where I do my reading. And that,” she gestured to the poofy, pillow-strewn bed, “is where you come to meet me for our weekly fantasy rendezvous.”
Jamie walked to the bed, testing the mattress with his hands. “Soft,” he said, perching in the edge and smiling up at her. He reached into his jacket pocket, drawing out the box of condoms he bought when they stopped at the drug store on the way back from the restaurant. Tossing them onto the nightstand, he said, “So what do I usually wear in these fantasies of yours, a loincloth or something?”
“Uh-uh. That one hasn’t come up yet.” Lyla eyed him appreciatively. He was arresting, with his dark hair, dark brows and golden-brown eyes. Her pulse quickened as she focused on the faded denim that clung to his lean hips and solid muscles, hugging the sizeable bulge at his crotch. “Pretty much what you’re wearing right now. Jeans, tweed sports coat, button-down shirt. Sometimes you have a tie too.” The man was delicious, dressed or naked. At least the parts of him she’d seen naked so far. She hadn’t seen him fully in the buff yet. Heat flared across her skin at the thought.
“I have a job for you,” she said, stepping to the bed and tugging him up. “You can light the candles and the incense and put on some music while I get ready, okay?”
“Sure thing.”
“But don’t get undressed yet,” she cautioned. “I want to watch you peel those clothes off.”
She showed him where everything was and then gathered her favorite fuck-me outfit from her dresser drawer and disappeared into the bathroom.
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