you. Your arousal will only excite you more. You’ll never again be embarrassed by or ashamed of your sexual desire.”
Diana then instructed Hannah to mentally run her hands over her naked body and appreciate its curves. “Now, imagine a man you’re attracted to is standing behind you. Your hands will become his. Hear him tell you how beautiful you are while he caresses you. Watch in the mirror and notice how much seeing and touching your naked body excites him.”
Hannah summoned up her fantasy man, and her nipples tingled. Curiously enough, it wasn’t Kevin’s features in her mind’s eye. In place of the guy she’d thought she loved, Jordan appeared behind her—also gloriously naked. He became her dream lover, stroking and kissing her while he whispered how sexy she was.
Her body flushed with heat, her lower half turning moist while he cupped her breasts from behind and tweaked her nipples until they pebbled between his fingers. The void between her legs throbbed, making her squirm from how slick she’d become. She’d never wanted a man to make love to her so much in her life. His thick erection pressed against her back—rigid, hot, and ready to please her. She wanted him thrusting inside her.
“Watch your lover’s face in the mirror and see the intense yearning for you in his eyes,” Diana instructed.
Hannah’s imagination took it one step further, picturing Jordan lifting her and pressing her back against the cool glass. He plunged himself inside her, rubbing against her swollen nub faster and harder every moment, pounding into her, drenching her as she rode his shaft toward an elusive peak.
“In a moment, I’m going to count to five,” Diana said softly. “When I reach the number five you’re going to wake up and feel fully refreshed.”
No! Not yet . She wasn’t ready.
“From now on, you’re going to relax around men, and you’re going to speak your mind to them. You’ll feel completely at ease in taking the initiative in your relationships and letting your sexual inhibitions go.”
No, darn it. Jordan had gotten her so excited her panties were soaked. She hadn’t been this close to an orgasm since Eric had forced her body to respond. She ached to come apart in a lover’s arms.
“One, two, three, four....five.”
~*~
Jordan trudged toward the executive suite on Thursday morning, his brain pounding out a slow rendition of Wipeout . He never should’ve let Bridget talk him into spending the night at her place. An evening in her bed invariably resulted in no sleep.
It had been at least ten years since he’d had that much trouble achieving release. For a solid thirty minutes, the sultry brunette had licked and stroked him, oohing and ahhing about how magnificent his penis was and taking it as a personal insult when he failed to orgasm from her skillful hummer.
By the time Bridget finally gave up tormenting him and climbed onto him, he’d been in agony. Oddly enough, the only way he’d found relief was by picturing his prim and proper assistant naked and imagining it was Hannah in bed with him.
It wasn’t bad enough that Bridgett had kept him up half the night. When she finally did go to sleep, she’d snored like a hibernating grizzly.
“Hannah, could you get me something from the company store?” he asked, striding past his assistant’s desk. “My head feels like Ringo Starr and Tommy Lee are staging a battle of the drums inside it.”
“Sure. The VP of Regulatory Affairs will be here in an hour.”
Fabulous. The prospect of meeting with the prime liaison between Calder and the FDA was enough to make Jordan’s head pound even without a lack of sleep. The man never asked to see him unless there was a major snafu in approving a product.
Hannah followed him into his office, carrying a bottle. “I had some Acetaminophen in my desk. Also, Kurt Preston called first thing. He’ll be stopping by to see you, ASAP. He sounded mad.”
“No doubt.” Jordan had expected
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