Page 69 of Zimyra

He doesn’t budge. I didn’t expect him to. I just needed to express my displeasure, that’s notreallydispleasure but hoping he doesn’t know that.

“Walk away,” he tells me.

“Excuse me?”

“I released you like you asked. Walk away from me.”

I don’t move. I don’t want to walk away, and he knows it. He’s so confident in himself and his abilities to seduce me that he’s fully aware how weak my legs are. How relaxed my mind is. He’s good at what he does.

They say practice makes perfect. A man with his good looks and physique has, no doubt, had plenty of practice drills. I just so happen to be the latest victim of his irresistible allure.

He takes a step forward, closing the space between us before grabbing my face and kissing me harder. Then he does something that rocks me to my core. He hoists me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and lose myself in the kiss, desperately trying to breathe while my center pulsates. My heels fall off my feet when I attempt to lock my ankles. This pantsuit I’m wearing ain’t never seen this kind of action.

I moan audibly when I feel his hot mouth on my neck.

My nerves are a wreck. My body shakes. I know he feels it.

“Axel…”

He doesn’t respond. He just focuses on that spot – the one on my neck that he’s sucking.

“Axel, please…” I moan.

“Please what?” he teases, looking at me, biting his lip. “Do it again? Hunh? That’s what you want?”

He moves to the other side of my neck. I’m a ball of wax in his arms at the contact. All I can do is close my eyes and try to work up the strength to encompass this foreign feeling in my body. That all goes out the window when his hand moves up my blouse. I feel like I’m going to glitch if he keeps at this. I’m already weak. I have no control over this. I’m a goner. I’m all his, and that’s just the way it is. My hormones – all the good ones – are wreaking havoc on my self-control, sending thosehappysignals to my brain all at once.

He pulls back, stares into my eyes, and demands, “Kiss me.”

“Axel—”

With his lips a breath away from mine, taunting me, he says, “Kiss. Me.”

I lick my lips, then press them softly to his. Then I open my eyes and meet his lustful, honeyed ones again, sending my heart into heart attack status.

The doorbell chimes.

He releases me quickly like we’re in trouble of getting caught. He walks to the front. I smooth out my clothes, slide into my heels, and join him, feeling like I’ve been caught in the act.

When I step into the lobby, I see Mauricio standing there, waiting for the maintenance list. I’m glad he showed up a little earlier than normal as well. If I was to stay with Axel in that hallway any longer, I’d be six months pregnant.

I watch as Axel inconspicuously wipes his lips, then says, “Oh, yeah…” He unfolds a piece of paper that he removes from his front shirt pocket and says, “Here’s the report from Friday.”

“Thank you,” I say, unable to look at him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Give me a minute and I’ll print today’s report.”

“Okay.”

He looks at Mauricio and says, “Ella está recibiendo el informe.”

Mauricio nods.

I stand up and walk over to the printer. Then I hand the report to Axel and say, “Here you go. Let me know if you have any questions.”

“Will do.” He flashes a smile, and then they go about their business.

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