The Pleasure Zone(34)

She reminded herself to send her stylist, Pasha, a bottle of champagne and a basket of sex toys from her latest collection, thanking her for the referral. Or maybe she’d take a moment to stop by her salon and drop off the basket of treats in person.

Oh, yes. Her newest edition of eye candy would do just fine.

Carlos smirked at Mr. Dreamy Dark Chocolate, then opened his arms and Nairobia stepped into his embrace. At five-ten, she was naturally tall. But, standing here in a pair of six-inch Jimmy Choos, she stood eye-level, matching the crooner’s six-five frame. She pressed herself into him, pressing her pelvis into his groin. She wanted him to feel the welcoming heat of her cunt. Wanted him to know his hard cock held a special place between her thighs.

“Damn,” he groaned, before kissing Nairobia on the side of her mouth. “You sure know how to get a muhfucka excited.”

“And I know how to bring him to orgasm, too,” she muttered in his ear. “Do not tempt me, my darling.”

Carlos chuckled. “Oh, have at it, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Mmm. Do tell, my love. Is your cock hard for me?” she whispered, sensually rubbing her crotch into his right in full view of the public. Yes. Smack dab in the middle of a bustling LAX airport she grinded herself into him.

She was shameless. And she knew it. She fearlessly explored her sexuality and loved expressing her sensuality through her dress. And she didn’t give a damn who didn’t like it. She lived to make the world around her uncomfortable.

Besides, it made for great press.

She felt the thickening of Carlos’ cock against her clit, then remembered the heavy feel of him on her tongue and the musky smell of him as she’d taken him deep in her mouth. The memory of how he’d enjoyed her wandering tongue wetly loving over every inch of his turgid flesh brought a wicked tilt to the corners of her lips.

Mmm. Got milk?

She swallowed.

Behind her, Lamar’s jaws tightened. He’d felt his dick stirring in his boxer shorts as he watched her ass—literally, on the low. And no matter how many times he mentally scolded himself for looking, he couldn’t help himself. There was no denying it. She was a stunner, sexy as fuck. He didn’t know how he’d be able to concentrate on the job, if she insisted on wearing skimpy shit around him. Fuck.

At the rate he was going, he’d have to wear bigger slacks and an extra pair of underwear to keep his dick strapped down and from bulging. He was slowly starting to hate himself for taking on this job. He should have handed it over to one of his employees, or his partner.

He sighed, tearing his sight from her plump ass just long enough to glance at his watch before surveying the area. The airport was crowded as fuck and all she wanted to do was stand here dicking around with this…pretty-ass muhfucka.

What the fuck is she doing? he thought as his cell phone buzzed in the front pocket of his black blazer. Though he could use the distraction, he ignored it, his eyes drifting back over the globes of Nairobia’s mouthwatering booty.

There was no denying it, no matter how hard he tried. First day on the job and there was definitely a raw attraction to the infamous Nairobia Jansen.

Motherfuck. Lamar shook his head. He’d already concluded, as beautiful and desirable as she was, she’d be more trouble than her worth. She was self-indulged. Used to getting her way. Too damned high-maintenance. Thought the sun, the moon—hell, the whole fucking solar system—revolved around her. And she had a ton of starry-eyed mofos falling at her feet.

He wasn’t the one.

Though he’d never admit it right out, he’d bust a nut or two to a few of her porn videos back in his day, fantasizing about fucking the shit out of her sexy ass. Hell, he even had a pinup of her when he was, like nineteen, up on his wall.

She was flawless then. And she was more dangerously perfect now.

Now, here he was working for her. He’d have to keep his distance. Keep this shit strictly professional. He’d crossed the line once with his last client. But he wouldn’t get caught up again. At least he hoped like hell not. The last thing his security firm needed was to be tangled up in a bunch of drama, like with his last employer. Or worse…some sex scandal.

Lamar looked back over at Nairobia and stared at the back of her head, instead of her juicy ass cheeks. He cursed himself, his dick growing harder against his will. He was hired to protect her, not fuck her. He knew this. Sadly, his dick hadn’t gotten the memo, yet. He made a mental note to purchase those jockstraps and baggy pants first thing in the morning, and pick up two more pairs of dark-lensed shades.

Carlos grabbed her hands and stepped back from her, his eyes appraising her. “Damn, baby. Are you coming or going?”