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She swallowed, following the reflex by clearing her throat. “I, um...I was just going to get my shoes.”
He wouldn’t let her pass when she moved. “What for?”
Vectra swallowed again. “I thought we were going out to dinner,” she said quietly.
He touched her then, that beckoning stare of his fixed on the ascent of his fingers, grazing from just below her knee to where the hem of her dress ended several inches above.
“Did I say that?” he queried, mock confusion claiming his rich voice.
Vectra bit the corner of her bottom lip just after a moan betrayed her need. “You wanted to see me.” She attempted to cover the slip by issuing the unnecessary reminder. The hand that had been riding the curve of her leg suddenly cupped her thigh.
“So I did,” he admitted.
Her mind and body flooded with sensation, and she closed her eyes. Qasim tracked his other hand along her other leg and charted a path that bypassed the hem of her dress.
He didn’t stop until he met the barrier of her panties. He cupped her crotch then and worked her scandalously beneath a wickedly talented thumb. Vectra couldn’t have quieted her moans had she tried. Which she didn’t.
Unsteady, she planted her hands on Qasim’s shoulders, loving their unyielding width. She very much wanted to feel the sinewy muscle and perfect skin naked against her fingertips. Doing anything other than holding on for support was out of the question.
Ruthlessly, he tended to her clit, sending the nub of highly sensitized nerves into frenzy. The wide pad of his thumb made slow rotations clockwise and counter. He nuzzled his beautifully crafted face into her belly, breathing her in as he pleasured her and found his own in her reaction.
Vectra dug in her nails and arched toward the delicious things Qasim did beneath her dress. She could barely stand up straight and rocked insistently toward what his touch promised. She planted her knee against the upper quadrant of his chest, wanting to grant him as much access as he needed.
She was almost done for. She knew it. He hadn’t even taken off her panties. She urged him on, her words slurred, practically indecipherable.
“Sim.” The purr was low and needy. “I’m close...please...please don’t let me come in my panties...”
His resulting laughter held a roguish element, and he didn’t let up at all. Instead, he increased the pressure. His fingers ventured inside the crotch of her lingerie to test the merit of her fears. He sank into a pool of her cream and grinned. “Afraid it’s a little too late for that.”
Vectra didn’t care. The dual massage of his thumb and middle finger had her selfishly fixated on reaching her peak. Sim thrust his finger high, driving and stirring her channel with repeated, maddening strokes. The moves had her sobbing as arousal and delight enveloped her in a cocoon of elation.
Shamelessly, she moved against him in a timeless rhythm until her body tensed in a telltale bow that prefaced deep shudders overtaking her slender frame.
“Good girl,” Sim crooned, continuing his ruthless fingering and stroking as she came apart in his arms.
He was so thoroughly addicted to the way she sounded in the throes of ecstasy. She collapsed into him, but he could feel her muscles continuing to spasm around his finger.
He took pity then. Gently pulling her into his arms, Qasim kissed her temple and then placed her on the sofa. He went to retrieve her shoes from beneath the glass desk in the back of the office.
Returning to Vectra, he took the liberty of putting her into the strappy heels, massaging her calves once he was done.
“Are you upset with me?” An unapologetic smirk curved his kissable mouth.
“These are my favorite panties.” She sounded playfully woeful and then sighed. “But that’s what washing machines are for, right?”
Qasim reciprocated her shrug. “I know a place that’s got a pretty good one.”
“Really?”
“Mmm-hmm...”
Vectra pretended to ponder that. “I could use a nap, too.”
“It’s got a pretty amazing bed.”
“Is that right? Good for sleeping?”
“Good for all kinds of things,” he promised.
Chapter 11
Qasim found that Vectra wasn’t teasing when she admitted to needing a nap. She dozed off after about ten minutes into their drive. She was out for the duration of the trip to his condo in Nob Hill, one of San Francisco’s most coveted areas.
He didn’t mind her sleeping. It gave him the chance to secure the SUV inside the private attached garage, take her into his arms and carry her inside. She stirred while he took a short stairway leading to the private elevator that opened right into the condo’s living room.
