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“Let Me Love You” is not just a tale of love and sacrifice but also a poignant story of self-discovery, celebrating the human capacity to find love in the most unlikely of circumstances.

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El wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring at her rear, but he knew it had to be too long because he’d played out various versions of what he could do and wondered if her posterior was as soft to touch as it was too look upon.
Full curvy women weren’t usually his type, and neither were dark-skinned women, but this woman… smelling like honey and tea tree oil, aroused all his senses.
Her scent assailed his nose from the moment she walked through the door, and it took everything in his power not to eat her up visually. From a night of no sleep thinking of her to this morning’s frustration of assuming she refused his job position, El was on the verge of losing his mind.
When she chuckled, the sensual sound seemed to penetrate his skin and cause his manhood to quiver. Fuck, he hadn’t had a stirring like this since the first time he touched a woman. He remembered coming home from school early at fourteen and walking out to the pool to see his neighbor’s wife lying out naked with a hat covering her face. His eyes stopped on her breast, noticing the slight leakage soaking through the front of her bikini top since she’d just had a baby. He stood over her for what seemed like years, loving the twitching going on inside his pants and delighting in what his eyes hungrily took in. His hand reached out and touched the softest skin, and he instantly exploded.
That may be why the appeal of married women always got to him.
The illicitness, the naughtiness.; Something he wasn’t supposed to touch, but something El needed to have after he’d stripped the smell of others off of them. Yet, Iris was different. He could smell all of her. Was it because Dwayne really never touched her, or did this woman’s scent touch El’s senses more than anyone else?
Maybe he could become so overwhelmed by her that El would forget his high standards and… He was overthinking because just the thought made him feel nauseous. That would be impossible, but would she do without protest what he needed to be done so he could touch her?
Yet, since Iris had come into that office with that short-ass skirt, El had wondered how the hell he could get his hands up there without making her run out of the office and scream bloody fire.
He was a half-white man, certainly not her type. He was her boss, but he wanted to own her by lunch.
Touching her too soon would ruin his plans. Kissing her had been his undoing. Her sweet smell as she entered the room shook him to his core, and from that point, he knew he would find some way to taste those lips. Knowing she remembered that night and wanted to kiss him as much as he desired to kiss her, El couldn’t help himself. 
He could still taste her sweetness and desired more.
Yet now, as she turned around and propositioned him yet again, it took everything inside of him to control what he was feeling. He gripped the desk because he literally needed the office equipment to hide the hard-on that wouldn’t go down.
Damn, did she know she was distracting him from his next venture – his most significant venture? 
The phone call he’d been on had been unscheduled, but the opportunity to get his hands on the company that had ruined his father’s life was too good to be true. Sterling had found an inside man to refer to El. With this spy, El found out Russell Wexford was turning over the reins to his son, Damien Wexford. What Russell didn’t know was that Damien had no intentions of keeping the company and was looking for a buyer. 
And with Iris’ help, El could gather the money to entice Damien to give him the company; Buy it right under Russell’s nose and then rip it apart to make ten times as much money that would satisfy his need for revenge. 
Since he couldn’t sleep last night, El burned the midnight oil and couldn’t believe Iris’s connection to the Wexfords. Did she know?
Of course, she had not said anything to him. She would have seen his intentions to buy Russell Wexford’s company if she had looked over his notes and tasks, even just that morning. Yet, she hadn’t said a word.
Iris’ brain was more important than the need between El’s legs.
Yet, now Iris was giving him the perfect opportunity to have his cake and eat it, too. He knew he should consult with his lawyer, but this sounded too delicious.
“Hear me out,” she said. “You don’t have to pay me for this job. All the money can go to Dwayne’s debt, and you still don’t have to pay the next one. Only give me ten percent of the deal, but still take what’s left of his debt. We can work out further payment when his debt is paid off.”
El took a moment to pretend he was thinking, but in truth, he was enjoying the sight of that short skirt, which she tried her best to keep down to her knees. However, every time she turned around in the chair, there was a brief moment when her thick thighs would part, revealing a glimpse of the dark pathway to her womanly mystery. 
If she knew what was going through his mind, she’d get up and leave, not sit there and try to make a deal with him. “How will you support yourself and your nephew?” he questioned. “You don’t plan on finding your kinks by having other men pay you?”
She blushed. “I didn’t plan to make money like that. I’ve been making some money with a small hobby of mine and putting that money away.”
He frowned. “What hobby? I don’t hire drug dealers.”
“It’s soap and scents. I’ve been doing this for a while. My sister tried to make this a real business, but Dwayne squashed that. Yet, I’ve kept in touch with a steady stream of clients that pay me to make soap and scents for them; it seems I have a special touch.”
Would it be inappropriate to ask to smell her? Could he even bear to have her closer? Most times, the thought of anyone getting near him made him want to vomit, but she was different. He actually desired her proximity.
El wanted to be sure he could handle her being close to him for extended periods, but he didn’t want her to know he was using her to help himself. “I’m curious,” he said, trying to seem as if he were bored. “You make these scents yourself?”
“Yes, and I’ll even proudly say you would like them against your sensitive nose. I know this because you complimented me on my smell.”
El doubted that, but he remembered how she smelled that night. “Come here,” he ordered.
She actually looked scared and a lot worried as she advanced to the chairs.
“Do you really expect me to smell you from there?” he asked, annoyed, but in actuality, he could already smell her. 
Looking down at the tape, Iris looked back at him. “How close do you need me to smell me?”
“Take off of your shoes and cross the tape,” he ordered.
She still looked hesitant. “Lester threatened never to cross the tape, and with your condition, I don’t feel comfortable.”
El wanted to snatch her in his arms again for respecting his condition, but he continued to force himself to remain in his chair. “Obviously, your scents are not good because I don’t smell a thing.” He sighed, bored. “Are you sure you want to depend on your hobby to bring you any income?”
El could see he’d touched a sensitive nerve on her talent, and after taking off her shoes, she moved around the chair and leaned across the desk. He knew she was just standing on the tape, but he wanted her closer. Sitting up and leaning over to her, he took a full drink with his nostrils and damned if he wanted to lick the skin off her body, but he refused to show how much he enjoyed what he was smelling. “You’re definitely going to have to come closer. Come around the desk.”
She huffed in frustration and walked around the desk to him. El turned his chair to face her and spread his legs to receive her full scent. The closer she came, the sweeter she smelled. With the tea tree mix, he was being given an aroma that infiltrated his mind, almost causing dizziness.
“Well?” she asked.
“And that’s soap?” he asked. 
“I can use it in my hair and skin. I made this mixture specifically for…” She didn’t finish the sentence. “Sometimes there are things you want to get off of you.”
He was barely listening to her and prayed she didn’t see the half-swollen member stretching his pants.
“El,” she said with a warning.
He looked in the direction she was looking, which was down at his hand that had rested on her hip. His entire large palm splayed over her side, with his thumb reaching all the way to the front while the tips of his fingers could almost rest on her posterior. 
It was as soft as he imagined but with a firmness, he loved in pillows. Fuck, he could lay on her ass and fall asleep like a baby.
“El,” she said again.
This time, he looked up at her and wondered what she was thinking. Her golden brown eyes looked down upon him with curiosity and wonderment, just like she did that night, and he again had a powerful urge to kiss her. Taste her again. The initial taste was so pure and pristine, like a bottle of water with a bit of mint. Would she taste like that again? Was the first taste just his imagination, and he’d taste something different if he tried again?
“And how do you intend to pay for this deal with Dwayne?” he asked, removing his hand. 
She stepped away from him slowly until she was over the line again. He was glad she didn’t return to the chair but had started this slow pacing in front of his desk on the other side of the chairs. “Well, like I said, I haven’t explored my kinks yet. I’m thirty-five, and I really don’t know what I like. I could have scrimped and saved to hire a lawyer to help me get from under my father’s and Dwayne’s rule a long time ago. I know this, but during that time, I’d have spent a lot of time in jail if they’d turned me in, and then there was Clem. I couldn’t leave him.” She stopped in front of the desk, but El was barely paying attention, watching her voluptuous hips sway and loving how excited she became as she verbalized her plan. Could her eyes dance like that while he was fucking her?
He hadn’t missionary style a woman in a long time. Hadn’t wanted to until now.
“Which was why you suffered needless verbal and emotional abuse?” he asked, releasing how slightly annoyed he was about that. 
“If I didn’t take their abuse, Clem would have gotten everything. I know he would. Violet understood this a lot after she got pregnant. I think pregnancy didn’t agree with her because it gave her a conscience too, and she started to realize how awful my life was to protect her.” She shrugged. “It’s fine-“
He cut her off. “No, it wasn’t fine, Iris. You were young when you got pregnant, and you were scared, bleeding, and possibly dying. No one helped you. Any lawyer could have gotten you off, but your father manipulated your guilt into his favor to continue to use you, and Dwayne did it as well.”
“I made a stupid mistake, and you’re right,” she mumbled. “If my mom had been alive, things would have gone so much different.” Her body seemed drained suddenly, and she returned to her chair, but turned to face him.
It took everything in his control not to look at her slightly parted thighs. “Even though you don’t realize it, Iris, you have kinks of your own.”
She looked a little confused.
“You said yourself, you’re thirty-five, but deep down inside, you know what you like. You’re smarter than a whip and most likely very in tune with what you desire. You’re just afraid to admit what you want because you think it’s wrong, and no one’s really shown you how to justify the pleasure you feel.”
“And what do you think my kink is?” she questioned, raising that beautiful brown thick thigh over to cross her legs. 
El instantly desired to run his hands from her knees to her flank to feel how soft she was and wondered how brown skin would look against his pale palm. Keeping himself in control, he said, “You like to be controlled. Don’t deny it. You like your father’s authority over your life, and you enjoy that he passed you over to another man, but you didn’t necessarily like the choice of man.”
Iris smirked.
Knowing he was hitting the nail on the head, El continued, “You’re so intelligent; you just don’t want to be in charge. I’m sure you could have run away, figured out a way to survive with Clem, and never looked back. True, you’d have to look over your shoulder for the rest of your life, but you’re a smart girl. You could do it.”
“It’s not what I would have wanted for Clem, Not to live that kind of life.”
Stating his opinion, he said, “You could have left before Clem. You just didn’t think it would get that bad.”
She looked a little remorseful and guilty at the same time. “I know I can’t pay you and your lawyer to negotiate for me, but I can owe you or repay you by being your mistress,” she said in a very business-like way.
No one had ever propositioned El before. He’d heard associates tell him how women threw themselves at them, but El’s demeanor was cold enough to keep people away.
Not Iris. This woman threw all caution to the wind, or maybe the kiss had made her brave enough to throw the proposal on the table. 
She hadn’t admitted to her “kink,” but he was sure he could make her admit it later. Once he obtained what he wanted from her husband – his permission, right in front of her – he’d enjoy Iris’ face as he took full advantage of what would be his. 
When he didn’t say anything, Iris continued to speak. “This has nothing to do with Dwayne’s debt. I’ll work that off; every bonus I should’ve gotten, or any money earned through working with you, can pay off his debt. I know you don’t want sex in exchange for his debt. This has everything to do with my life and Clem’s life and I’m willing to exchange sex in return for you working a deal in the contract for me.”
Clearly, she didn’t know he was going to do this in the first place and had already run it by his lawyer to see how far he could go with what he wanted. All last night, as he thought about Iris and her situation, he knew her home life would not be conducive for him.
Married or not, El needed to get Dwayne out of her life.
The need to protect her was strange. He felt more towards her than even his sister.
“How much do you think you’re worth? A couple of months? A year? Is there a specific price tag?” he questioned.
“I didn’t think that far? Since you’re paying the lawyer bill, you can determine how long.”
“You’re willing to be in my sexual service until I say so?”
“If it’s freedom for Clem, yes,” she answered confidently.
“How do I know you’re even a good lay?” he questioned, being crude on purpose just to see her reaction. 
Iris blushed profusely. “I’ve read and researched the books, El. And I follow directions very well. Sex is not even about only being attracted to me, it’s how I respond to you. Men like that.”
“And you know how to respond well?”
With guilt, she said, “I wouldn’t know. I’ve only been with two men in my entire lifetime, so I couldn’t be honest with you on that front, but I learn fast, and all I need to learn is you.”
Her innocent with her intelligence astounded him. “You say as if that’s easy.”
“It’s not. You’re very complicated. Fickle. Indecisive.”
He didn’t like someone being so honest with him, but coming from Iris made the conversation refreshingly interesting. Looking at his watch, he noted they had half an hour until lunch when Dwayne and his lawyer would arrive. 
“Before I agree to any terms, I think I need to know if you would be compatible with me, Iris.”
She looked around the room. “I don’t think we can have sex now. We’re not in a bedroom.”
“We don’t need a bedroom for an orgasm.”
Iris blushed so hard she had to hold her stomach. “You’re right… I knew that,” as if she was testing him. 
“The bed turns into a couch,” he noted.
Her lips went into this seductive ‘Oh’ as she glanced in that direction.
He continued, “But we don’t have time for that.” Fuck if his manhood wasn’t about to burst through the seams of custom tailored pants. “But there’s always time for an orgasm.”
“How?” she asked. “Someone could come in?”
El reached under his desk, pressed a button to lock the door to his office, and then moved around the desk. Taking a step over the tape was easier than he had thought when she was the only one in the room. In fact, his body literally vibrated with excitement at the thought of being near her again. 
Unfortunately, he noticed how she braced herself as if he was going to come to her to hurt her. This looked like a natural reaction, and in the back of his mind, he wanted to tear Dwayne and her father to shreds for what they had done to her.
Instead of approaching her, El went to the private bathroom and found a large towel, which he placed on the couch before he sat down. “Let’s see how good you are at following directions. Take your skirt off and walk over to me.”

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