“Did that not enhance the experience for you?” Jamie teased.
Cora smirked and said, “I think we did just fine, fruit-flavored condom notwithstanding,” as she turned back toward her office to get her bag.
Jamie reached out to touch her arm. When she turned to face him, he said, “You wrecked me.”
“Yeah,” Cora quietly said. “That about sums it up for me too.”
When Jamie dropped the hand that rested on her shoulder, she said, “Be right back. I’m going to grab my purse.”
Cora moved toward her office, her heart pounding. When she re-entered the lobby, Celia asked, “Well?”
Unable to keep the stupid grin from her face, she said, “I’m going to get going for the evening.”
“Things went well, I take it,” Celia responded.
Cora nodded and said, “Don’t forget to call security to walk you down to your car. Tom said that the guy hasn’t been back, but it still gives me the creeps. And lock the door after me, please?”
“Will do, boss. Enjoy your evening!”
“You know I hate when you call me that, Cecelia Anne,” Cora said with a smug grin as she walked toward the door.
The last thing she heard before she closed the door was, “Dammit. Don’t call me that, Cora!”
“Night,” she called out.
Jamie looked up from where he was leaned against the wall, texting and asked, “You ready?”
* * * *
Cora slid out of bed and stretched. Jamie lay facedown, sprawled out across two-thirds of the bed, snoring quietly. She gave him a long thorough look, appreciating the lean muscles of his back and the incredibly sexy bedhead he had going on.
It made her want to crawl back into bed. She could think of plenty of interesting ways to wake him up. Even though she desperately wanted to press her lips against the rough stubble on his jaw, she just let out a wistful sigh and moved toward the bathroom. It was time to start the day.
One cup of coffee later, she rolled out her yoga mat in her living room. As she slid effortlessly from pose to pose, she could feel the stress leaving her body. She continued working through her routine until she felt completely loose. When she finally opened her eyes, she jumped a little in surprise. Jamie stood there, coffee cup in hand, wearing nothing but boxers and a smile.
Putting a hand over her heart, she said, “I didn’t realize you were there. You scared me.”
Jamie set the cup of coffee he held onto the dining room table and said, “Tell me you’re done with that.”
“I’m done with that,” Cora said, wiping a towel over her brow and wresting the ponytail holder out of her hair. As she shook her hair free, she let out a sigh of relief.
“That was,” Jamie said as he walked toward her, “twenty minutes of pure torture, watching that, baby. I had no idea you were that flexible.”
Jamie stood in front of her now, so close that her breasts brushed against his chest. She said, “I didn’t even realize you were watching.”
His hand moved up to slide the strap of her tank top off her shoulder. As he lowered his mouth to her skin, he said, “I couldn’t help it. That was so fucking sexy.”
Cora tilted her head to the side as his teeth grazed her shoulder. Goose bumps raised on her arms when he cupped her breast through the cotton tank and began to rub his thumb lightly over her nipple. The light touches of his fingers and the barest hint of teeth were driving her absolutely crazy.
“Jamie,” she moaned, when she felt the nip of his teeth against her neck.
He lifted his mouth from her shoulder and tugged her tank top over her head without ceremony. When the cool air swept over her, a fresh wave of goose bumps rose on her skin. She took a final step forward, so that they were pressed together, and pulled his mouth down to hers.
As one kiss melded into another, she let her hands roam the muscles of his back and chest, her nails dragging across his skin. When she finally slipped the waistband of his boxers down and began to stroke him, he said, “Fuck, I love the feel of your hands on my cock.”
Cora slowed the speed of her hand and began to kiss her way down his chest, stopping along the way to run her lips and tongue along the ridges of his stomach. As she settled on to her knees, she asked, “But what about the feel of my mouth on your cock?”
She continued to stroke with one hand as she leaned in to swirl her tongue around the tip of his erection. Licking along the length of it, she flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot just below the head, before she took him fully into her mouth.