Big Spankable Asses. Kimberly Kaye Terry

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      He saw the way her eyes widened, as though she were startled. She was staring at him as though he was the big bad hunter and she was prey. He smiled, exposing all his canines, feeling like a hunter indeed. He didn’t miss the way her breath hitched, her large breasts heaved, and her chest filled with fortifying air.

      The intense, brief moment ended when she motioned to move away from him. Josh reluctantly released his steadying hands on her shoulders and with a nervous smile, she stumbled away.

      Shit. What the hell had just happened? The acute disappointment he felt when she made a move to get off on the next floor didn’t make any sense either, but damn if he didn’t feel it.

      She left the elevator, but before she did, Josh noticed that she paused and cast him a look on the sly, from the corner of her eye, before she rushed off the elevator. He canted his head to the side and admired the way her full hips swayed back and forth beneath the long green skirt, before the elevator doors shut, taking her away from his view.

      Joshua glanced down and his eyes caught the flash of a silver clip with a name badge attached to it. He quickly bent to retrieve it. It must have come off when she’d been jostled to the side.

      Hmm. He knew just who to talk to…to find out more.

      Lilliana rushed away from the elevator as fast as her legs could take her, feeling flustered and ridiculous. Here she was, a grown woman of thirty-two…almost thirty-three years and she’d allowed herself to get all hot and bothered just by looking at a man. Okay, so he wasn’t just any man. He was a big, blond, ooh-baby-do-me, fine as hell man. And she really, really wanted to be done. It had been way too long since she’d felt the caress of a man.

      She’d noticed the way he’d been checking her out in the elevator although she’d done her best to pretend as though she hadn’t. The way he’d been staring at her tits, her lips…Lilliana shivered.

      She’d taken side peeks at him a few times, but she’d had to look away for fear he’d catch her eyeballing him. She noticed right off the bat how tall he was. He had to be at least six two or three and had a body like a linebacker. His dress shirt had been tucked neatly into the tailor-made slacks, showing off a trim waist, no doubt courtesy of the gym.

      His hand had been the one to stall the elevator as she’d made the mad dash to get inside, trying to avoid being late for the second time.

      She’d noted how nice the man’s hands had been, with the neatly trimmed fingernails and a barely discernible dusting of hair over the backs. Not too much hair, like a Neanderthal, just enough to be sexy.

      When he’d helped steady her and she’d looked up to say thank you, she’d felt like someone had kicked her straight in the gut. He’d smiled down at her and two dimples flashed in his lean, lightly tanned cheeks and she’d offered up a weak smile and hopefully mumbled something back. But in all honesty she hadn’t a clue what she’d said, if anything, as she’d looked into his eyes, feeling like a women in one of the erotic romance books that she secretly read.

      Lord have mercy, if he wasn’t fine, though.

      He was white, but although it was early in the summer, his skin was a nice golden tan as though he’d spent time in the sun.

      His dark blue eyes were deep set and the look in them when he’d held her gaze made her think, for one moment, that she was the only woman in the world. The way he’d given her an almost quizzical half-smile, the flash of dimple and way he’d stared at her mouth, had her imagining what she’d like to do to him with her mouth.

      No two ways about it, the man was fine.

      “Okay, so you said that part already. He’s fine. Now move on,” she said to herself.

      “Hi Lilly! Ooh, girl, thanks! You like my new blouse? I bought it yesterday at Macy’s one-day clearance sale! But don’t tell anyone that. Gotta protect the diva image,” her co-worker said as she passed his desk.

      “Lee, you nut, I wasn’t talking to you. I was just talking out loud,” Lilliana laughingly answered.

      “Oh poo! I thought you were talking to me!” The Hispanic man made a small moue with his lips and Lilliana reached over and patted him on the back.

      “I’m sorry, sweetie! Yes, I like your blouse…although, Lee—women wear blouses, men wear shirts.”

      “Um well, not this man. Don’t I look fabulous in it?” he said and promptly jumped up from his chair and did a small pirouette for Lilly and curtsied.

      “Of course you do! Now sit down, before Ms. Hillman sees you out of your chair! If you want to get hired on as a full-time administrative assistant, you need to fly a little further under the radar!”

      “As if! Girlfriend, all this fineness can not be contained.” He laughed and leaned against her partition, examining the nearly clear coat of polish on his manicured hands.

      “Lee,” she began.

      “Please call me by my diva name. That’s Ms. Leesia to you, ma’am.” He tooted his lips out and gave her an air kiss.

      “Do you have to be the stereotype?” She tucked her large hobo bag underneath her desk and started pulling out documents in her inbox to prepare for the day.

      “It’s what I do best, sweet thing! Why be a drear queer?”

      “I guess,” Lilliana said as she readied her desk and situated herself.

      “Life is too short to try and live up to someone else’s expectations of who you should be. Been there, done that, got the friggin’ badge, mami,” he laughed. Lilliana heard something more than humor behind the laugh. Lee noted the look and answered her unasked question.

      “Long story short, I grew up with a father who didn’t exactly take well to his ten-year-old son telling him he preferred Ken over Barbie, and ballet to football. Added to that, there’s the bizarreness of my mother who continually caught me dressing up in her stilettos, makeup, and panties. Her only response was ‘It’s just a phase. He’ll grow out of it!’” The happy, carefree veneer dropped from Lee’s handsome face, leaving a disgusted sad look in its place.

      “I’m sorry, Lee.”

      “No biggie. I’m happy now and my parents are slowly coming around. Eventually maybe they’ll accept who I am. And if they don’t…oh well! I’m not missing Macy’s one day sale for anyone! I’d sell mi abuela to get that new Versace blouse I’ve had my eyes on for the last month. It’s going on sale twenty percent off for one…day…only,” he dramatically stretched out the last three words.

      “You are so stupid!” Lilliana said with affection.

      She and Lee had taken to one another quickly during the last two weeks of her employment with the firm. Lee too was a temporary hire, and like her, he wanted to be hired on full time. When Lilliana had been assigned the cubicle next to his, he’d taken the sole responsibility of hipping her up to what went on at Longmire, Lieberman and Strauss, and the beginning of their friendship.

      “But you love me anyway. So what did you and those heffas you hang out with decide to do?”

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