Then, as if he’d pushed himself inside her head as well as her body, he barked out another order. ‘Be quick about it now, Zara. You have to be at a meeting in fifteen minutes.’
It was the perfect touch.
She cried out and rammed herself onto him as the orgasm ripped up through her torso. Bucking and sobbing, she milked him until her contractions faded. Then he began to thrust, up and up into her. She tightened her thighs around him, really riding him like a cowgirl at a rodeo. He grunted like an animal as he emptied himself into her. She watched that in the mirror, too.
She had to admit Paul, too, looked especially radiant after a good orgasm.
Afterwards, they lay together on the couch idly admiring their own reflections.
‘Now I know why you enchant every man in the room. You’re standing up there all smug and satisfied, still wet and swollen in your knickers, while you lecture us on marketing strategy. On some level we know it, and we’re transfixed by every word.’
‘Perhaps you might suggest my approach as a model the next time you tell some poor CEO how to improve morale,’ she teased.
‘First I’m going to have to study your methods further. Do promise you’ll invite me back here some time. For professional observation, of course.’
Zara flashed them both a secret smile in the mirror.
That was an action item she was sure to follow up on.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Lolita Lopez
It was all that scratching and tugging that got me so hot. I kept my eyes closed as Blake shampooed my hair. Her perfectly manicured nails scratched my scalp, setting the skin alight with tingles as she swirled her fingertips through my foamy hair. The scent of the ultra-expensive vegan shampoo, a heady mix of peppermint and the woodsy musk of cedar, filled my nose and relaxed me. The soft lavender notes of her perfume complemented the shampoo and left me wanting to inhale more deeply.
As she leaned across me to better reach the back of my head, her small breasts brushed against mine. My eyes flicked open, and I was greeted with the enticing view of her cleavage. I recognised the hot pink push-up bra because I had one just like it in my lingerie drawer at home, albeit in a much larger cup size. The front of Blake’s V-neck T-shirt gaped as she continued to scrub my hair. The jiggling flesh right before my eyes left me feeling dizzy and hot. I wondered what it would be like to drag my tongue over the swell of her breast. Would she purr with delight? God, I hoped so.
I found my reaction to Blake a bit puzzling. In twenty-nine years, I’d never been this attracted to another woman. Oh, I’d noticed beautiful women and sometimes found my gaze lingering on the athletic types who’d shared my dorm in freshman and sophomore years of college, but I’d never felt like this. She’d stolen my breath away the first moment I’d clapped eyes on her nearly three months earlier. She’d been standing behind the reception desk, just laughing and gossiping away as I’d approached to check in for my usual salon appointment. I’d nearly tripped over my feet. She looked like some kind of spunky little pixie with her white-blonde close-cropped hair and bright smile. As she beamed at me, I’d experienced the strangest frisson of white-hot delight rushing through my belly.
She was different. She affected me so much more than any other person, male or female, ever had. I couldn’t stop thinking of her between visits to the salon. She invaded my dreams and tortured me in my naughtiest fantasies. I wanted her so badly but didn’t know how to tell her. I was so out of my league on this one. It was one thing to make a move on a man. I’d been doing that for ages and knew how to play that game. But going after Blake? I didn’t even know where to start.
‘You seem tense today,’ Blake murmured as she worked her nimble fingers through the rich lather coating my locks. She smiled down at me, and my heart melted. ‘You should book one of Diana’s massages. She’s fabulous!’
‘Maybe,’ I said, my gaze fixed on her smiling mouth. I started to have all sorts of deliciously dirty thoughts that were wholly inappropriate for the salon setting.
‘Am I doing your eyebrows today?’ Her fingers left my hair, and a second later I heard the spurt of water hitting the basin as she prepared to rinse my hair.
‘Yes.’
‘Just the eyebrows?’ She gave me a pointed look. ‘I can fit you in if you’d like to take off a little more than that.’
I squirmed when I realised what she was asking. ‘I’m not so sure about doing anything down south.’
She smiled sweetly. ‘I’m very gentle.’
Oh, I had no doubt. As she rinsed my sudsy hair, I considered my options. I’d been interested in a Brazilian for a while now, but I’d never been able to work up the courage to book one. I mean, having my eyebrows waxed left me teary and blotchy. Having that waxed? I’d probably pass out or scream like a baby.
But as Blake’s skilful hands worked conditioner into my hair, I started to wonder what it would feel like to have her hands on me. That was an incredibly intimate procedure. I’d be laid bare to her and completely vulnerable. Just the thought of her soft hands manipulating my flesh left me breathless. How could I survive the real thing?
Blake’s fingers massaged the back of my neck as she waited for the conditioner to soak in thoroughly. ‘So what do you think?’
‘I don’t know,’ I admitted nervously. ‘I’m not a huge fan of pain.’
She grinned mischievously as she kneaded my neck. ‘I know a really good way to make you forget about the pain.’
My belly wobbled as her insinuation hit home. Electric zings arced across my chest. My nipples drew tight as visions of Blake’s fingers and mouth between my thighs danced before my eyes. Was I really considering putting myself through the hell of a Brazilian wax for the chance to share an illicit tryst with her? Yes. Yes, I totally was considering just that.
Swallowing hard, I met her unwavering gaze and nodded. ‘All right.’
She smiled triumphantly. ‘Great.’
I vibrated with anxiety and excitement as Blake finished my shampoo and conditioning and wound my hair tight in a towel. She grasped my hand and helped me sit up in the squishy vinyl chair. My gaze fell to our interlaced fingers. She sported an electric-blue manicure that looked so playful and flirty compared to my rather staid French tips. We reluctantly parted hands as I stood and put my hand to the damp towel wrapped around my wet hair.
She gestured to my stylist’s station. ‘After you get your hair done, I’ll find you and take you to one of the private rooms in the back.’
‘OK.’ My wild emotions settled down a bit as I headed over to my stylist’s open chair. Candie draped a cape across my front and fastened it at the nape of my neck. As she unwound the towel and wiggled her fingers through my hair, we discussed how much I wanted trimmed and whether or not I wanted a blow dry and straightening. Once that was settled, she got to work and struck up a conversation with me.
I tried to pay attention, but I kept catching glimpses of Blake in the mirror as she dealt with other clients at the busy upscale salon and spa. We exchanged knowing smiles that sent swarms of butterflies racing through my belly. The quick trim and style was the longest thirty minutes of my life. I wanted out of that chair and into one of those private rooms at the back of the salon. Oh, sure, there was going to be pain, but there was also going to be a lot of pleasure.
And I really wanted