I Love My Healed Heart: 4 Book Box Set/Omnibus (Erotic Romance) by Sabrina Lacey

lipstick.” I shut my eyes at my mistake, open
them back up and correct, “EX. Boyfriend.”
    “Yeah. I heard you guys broke up,” he says, and there is genuine
compassion on his face as he nods, looks down at his stylish shoes and adds,
“Sorry about that. That’s never a good time. I just went through a breakup, too.”
    “Yeah? Oh, I’m sorry.”
    “It’s okay. I’m over it.”
    “Me too.”
    Are we lying? Probably.
    James is a couple years younger than me, works in H.R. and is very, very handsome. Black hair, blue eyes,
trim physique, great ass, and his shirts always pull a little across the
broadness of his chest. He wears them tight. He’s the kind of handsome where
you assume he’s gotta be gay. But I’m not sure if he is gay. The rumor is he’s
gay because there are very few straight men working in fashion. He could be.
I’ve never seen anyone he’s dated and he keeps to himself a bit. Right now I’m
getting a straight vibe and hard. Hard. Hmm… The thought makes me smile. Which
makes him smile back.
    Here we are smiling at each other, which of course makes our smiles
grow because electricity is building in the silence of this moment. I start to
giggle. Then, those blue eyes of his get serious and lock onto my mouth. I
freeze, unsure of what to do. He lowers his chin a bit, narrows his eyes, and
says, “Keep going.”
    Oh. Okay. I look back to my mirror to put on my lipstick. I turn my
swivel chair toward him so he can watch. Why not? I don’t do it like how I do
it, when I’m alone. Instead, I take my time. Glide the stick across the heart
shape. I slide it along my bottom lip next and tug it to the side a tiny
teasing bit. I look up at him, open and inviting, still holding the compact
between us as I press my lips together to blend. He intakes a breath and holds
it as I drag my right pinky finger along the outline, for effect. He’s looking
at me like a wolf looks at a sheep. He’s the best-looking wolf I’ve ever seen
so I just smile, and put the compact and lipstick on the desk. I know James
from the Christmas party, from minor bits of chit-chat. He’s always struck me
as a nice guy, as much as hot guys like him can be nice. This little cat and
mouse game we’re playing now? It’s brightening my day like you wouldn’t
believe.
    Especially when he looks on the floor and says, “Oh look, you dropped
something. Let me get it for you.”
    I look around, confused. I dropped something? Where? I didn’t drop
anything.
    I watch him bend down in front of me. Kneeling on one knee, hidden
from all eyes but mine, he reaches out and touches my ankle, awakening my
senses. Woah. What’s going on here? He lets his fingers lightly trace the skin
up my calf, to my knees where he goes to guide them open, quickly and forcibly
silencing my objections with his gorgeous blue eyes. At first I’m beside
myself, but I hate my fucking job so I do what any red-blooded woman would do
when faced with a man like this… I yield. I quiet my mind and, breathless with
fear and anticipation, I allow my legs to open slightly. I obey him. Aren’t we
going to get caught? The danger of the moment is thrilling me, and I hope he’ll
do what I think he’s about to.
    He does. He glides his strong, hand up and under my fabulous new dress.
Maybe it’s the dress that’s making this happen. Maybe it’s a magic dress . As his fingers walk themselves up my
inner thigh – oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! – his fingers are like
magnets my super soft skin reaches for. I shiver. He watches, his mouth
slightly smiling, enjoying the surprise he sees in me, feels in me.
    Staring at him, stunned, I think again that I know James, but this is
crazy. Hi James. Morning Jess. That sort of thing. So why is his hand up my
skirt, and why are those devilish eyes of his smiling like that? When he
reaches my panties, he strokes me once through the cotton. What are we
doing???!!! I know I should stop him. We could get caught. We could get