Imani blushed. “Thank you.”
Before she knew it, Garrett lowered his head and pulled her in for a kiss. Imani returned it with all the passion she felt for him. Garrett deepened the kiss, and Imani held on tight as she melted into his arms. Somehow, she managed to hold onto her digital portfolio without it falling to the ground.
She could feel his cock harden.
Imani moaned.
Garrett suppressed a growl.
Her body was starting to overheat. Gently, she pushed him away before things got too out of control. Imani was there to discuss business. Although she hoped later on that evening, they would pick up where they left off last night.
Slowly, she pulled back. “Mr. Hadley, do you greet all of your potential business associates this way?”
His voice was husky. “Only the beautiful ones named Imani Jones.”
She stepped out of his embrace and walked around him to the set of chairs in front of his desk. “Is it okay if I take a seat?”
If she wanted to play this game, Garrett would play along. “Please do.”
Imani sat. She had to press her thighs together to get her body under control. Garrett was fully aroused and didn’t try to hide it as he leaned back against his desk.
“Garrett? Are you really going to stand in front of me with a hard-on?”
He crossed his arms. “Yes. It’s your fault you came in here looking like a sex goddess. I’m doing my best to keep from bending you over my desk.”
Imani turned serious. “I’ll admit, I wanted to look special for you, but I also want you to take me seriously about this job. Underneath the makeup and the clothes, I’m still the same girl who likes to put on a pair of kicks and sweats.”
“Yeah, but now I know what you look like underneath your clothes. Makes it hard to think.”
Imani didn’t laugh. She was serious and wanted him to be too.
Garrett exhaled dropped his arms and took a seat next to her. “Okay, okay. Show me what you’ve got.”
Imani’s smile stretched across her entire face. She tapped on her pad and spent the better part of an hour going over her portfolio.
Garrett was more than impressed. Mr. Jones had been right in his praise of his daughter.
Imani couldn’t read Garrett’s expression. She didn’t know if he liked what he saw or not. “If you’d like, I can draw up some virtual ideas for this floor, and we can go over them at another meeting. That way, you can decide if you want to hire me.”
“We don’t need a meeting for that. Just let me know what you need to get started.”
“Seriously?” Imani was ready to jump out of her skin with excitement. “You’re not just hiring me because . . . well, you know.”
Garrett reached for Imani and pulled her onto his lap. He took her digital pad and tossed onto the chair she’d just vacated. “Our relationship got you through the door. Your talent landed you this job. I won’t lie. My only concern is that this will be a big project. Mind you, we’re on the seventeenth, which is the headquarters for my company and would be considered the ground floor. However, there are stores beneath us, but there are also seventy-three floors above us. You’ll need to outfit each lobby. Do you think you can handle it?”
“I’ll need to hire some extra hands, but yes. I can do it.”
Garrett had already refocused his attention to her lips. “Mmm . . . okay.” They were moving, and he hadn’t heard a word she said. All he could think about was how those lips would feel on him.
His eyes turned dark.
Imani whispered, “Garrett, Garrett? Are you listening?”
“No.” He covered her mouth with his. He stood and carried her over to the sofa. “This black dress is distracting. Take it off.”
Imani stood up on her knees and doing her best vixen impression. She slid the fabric off one shoulder and then the other revealing a smooth expanse of skin.
Garrett licked his lips in anticipation. It was less than twenty-four hours ago that he’d made love to her. It wasn’t enough. Watching her strip made his own body go from a semi-state of erection to ball-busting hard.
Imani continued to push the dress down as far as it would go, considering she was still on her knees. “I think you should finish removing it.”
That lazy smile that drove Imani crazy appeared. “Taking your clothes off is quickly becoming my favorite thing to do.” In two steps, Garrett was close. He pulled Imani towards him by her neck and kissed her.
She pressed her body into his and leaned back taking him down onto the sofa with her.
Garrett finished pushing her dress, along with her thong, down to her ankles and off, tossing it somewhere in his office. His roughened hands slid back up her legs to the soft skin behind her knees, prodding her legs apart. It didn’t take much.
Imani looked down as he took her sex into his mouth sucking and licking her slick folds. It wasn’t a moan exactly or a squeal but a combination of the two that escaped from her. Garrett’s hot tongue sliced her open before thrusting inside.
Her fingers dug into his scalp as he eagerly ate his fill, lighting her entire body on fire. Imani’s head thrashed from side to side as he expertly drove her over the top. She felt his teeth rub up against her flesh, and her body almost exploded. Imani brought her knees up to his head, and Garrett grabbed her by the ankles, pulling her legs over his shoulders. The heels of
