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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.

Please enjoy the current WIP of Iris and El. This will be published freely up to a point… like the old days and then the entire book will be posted for the full download. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. And don’t forget to check out the companion stories. (Wicked Chances, Dreams of Reality, The Convenient Wife & Ravenous)

Enjoy, Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

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Author’s Note: I was going to make this a long one, but decided with the heat of this chapter you and Iris needed a rest. I like how this story is taking shape as the two of them get use to each other. El is one of my stranger men with his nuances and conditions, and getting him to be comfortable in my head is harder than I thought, but it’s so worth the fight. Now I just wish my technology would work with me as well. I’m getting a lot of freezing and it’s frustrating my creative process.

Enjoy, your author, Sylvia Hubbard

Every moral fiber inside of Iris rattled at his orders. This man was her boss, and she was a married woman. Proposing to have sex with was wrong. Proposing to exchange sex in return for a contract with Dwayne for Clem was wrong. 

Yet the butterflies, tingles, and hot chills all down her spine and through her rear felt right. Her curiosity was killing her to know what El was planning in their short time before lunch. He had removed no clothing, so how far could this go? 

The word orgasm seemed foreign to her. Iris heard about them, read about them, and had seen them in movies and a lot of times watching her sister and Dwayne have sex inappropriately all over the house.

Iris stood and stepped out of the tight skirt. A slight blush flushed her cheeks at her granny panties, but he didn’t look offended. Her shoes were still off, so they wouldn’t be cumbersome. Instead of leaving the skirt on the ground, she folded the garment over the chair in case she had to hurry to get back into her clothes. Why only her skirt? She wanted to ask but didn’t. 

Walking just arm’s length to him, she wondered if he would touch the side of her hip again. Damn, that had been a rush! Was it because a man had not touched her affectionately in a while or because of this man? Each step to him, she felt her true self coming out of the box and ready for whatever came with eager anticipation.

El looked down at her body and stopped at her underwear as he spread his legs apart. Blinking several times, he remarked with a straight face, “I’ve never seen granny panties before.”

Iris responded confidently, “They’re comfortable.”

His eyes were a soft brown with gray specks, and she was becoming familiar with how he would humor himself at her expense. 

“Turn around,” he ordered.

Reluctantly, Iris gave him her back.

“Use my thighs and sit down.”

She looked over her shoulder. “For research, what does this have to do with orgasms?”

El blinked again with a straight face. “I can show you better than I can tell you, Iris.”

Looking forward, she carefully squatted down, holding onto his thighs as she sat down. Her heart was palpitating, and she paused, trying to get a hold of her consciousness before she passed out.

“Iris,” he said. “Sit back slowly and rest your back against me.”

It took a moment to register what he wanted her to do, but she did, noting how he guided her head to the curve on the side of his neck.

El gave her permission. “You can breathe now, but close your eyes and listen to mine. Breathe as I breathe, Iris.”

Iris had been holding her breath the entire time she had sat back. As she had been told, she closed her eyes and concentrated on his chest, which pressed against her back. He took deep breaths in and long breaths out.

She was minutely aware of his long arms that had come around slowly and rested on her thighs, pressing them apart to his thighs. Her lungs needed the air because with all the blood rushing to her head, keeping conscious was becoming more and more difficult.

Never in her life had she imagined fear could entwine with joy. At one moment, she wanted to run, but the next, she endeavored to drown herself in the exciting sensation he was evoking, just rubbing from her knees to the inside of the middle of her thighs.

Her body pressed harder against him, and the slower his hands seemed to feel her, the more sensitive her skin became. His waist lifted and rolled her torso to rock her pelvis.

“Let go,” he ordered.

A sob escaped her lips, and his words gave her the power to drown in the fearful joy enveloping her emotions. As soon as she released everything, a powerful explosion filled her just as his palm only covered her panty-clothed womanhood, and he tightened his other arm around her waist. There was a robust throbbing against her back, and she knew this was not from her.

She was still following his breathing but now taking long breaths in and short breaths out.

Tears streaked her cheeks, and Iris turned her face to his neck to help muffle the scream, but his face turned to hers simultaneously, and their lips connected once again. He growled into the kiss but effectively muffled her scream. 

Their breathing was heavily labored but still in sync as they luxuriated in the beauty of gratification they had both enjoyed.

El cupped her face tenderly, using his thumb to rub her tears away. Breathlessly, he asked, “Did I help your research?”

Iris walloped a laugh but then covered her mouth, embarrassed. “Am I a good lay?”

He blinked several times. His lips didn’t crack into a smile, but he pressed his lips against hers again.

Damn, she could get used to kissing him all the time. Embarrassed the whole time, she had been holding on to his thighs, too terrified to touch him any further as he had touched her.

El reluctantly pulled away and pointed out, “The actual test will come after this.”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“Are you able to differentiate between business and a personal sexual affair, Iris?” he responded.

He’d yet to pull his hand from her face. Because his hand was still cupping her face, their lips were still centimeters apart. Never having been in a position to be attracted to a man she had to work with, Iris wasn’t sure how to answer this. “But we didn’t really have an affair,” she noted.

“Did you orgasm?” he questioned.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Am I your husband?”

“No.”

“Then you had an affair, Iris.” Releasing her face, he said, “You should put your skirt back on and freshen yourself for lunch in the employee’s bathroom.”

He was back to business again, and she was almost a little jealous of how he could keep in mind to do things so others wouldn’t know what they had been doing. How many other married women had he been involved with to be so poised and able to return to reality so quickly?

Hiding her jealousy, Iris nodded, standing up slowly, and moved to the desk to dress.

“What is that?” he asked, looking down at the front of her.

Following his eyes, she double-blushed. “My… breast.”

He snorted. “I know what they are, Iris. How did your clothes get wet?”

“I have…” She was too embarrassed to blush and hurriedly put on her skirt while he watched her intently.

Her heightened senses made her believe that not just anyone could evoke these sensations inside of her. 

She not only relegated Eledumare Olorun to have this power over her body but also felt entirely embarrassed in front of him, only him. Covering her chest, refusing to look his way, Iris said, “When I get emotional, I tend to leak, but never this… It’s nothing bad. It’s not milk… it’s just fluid since my…” Her face wanted to burst from how hard she was blushing. “May I use your restroom to freshen up?”

His eyes were barely able to stop looking at her chest. “Yes, Iris. There is a mini dryer in the closet by the shower. A few minutes should dry your shirt.”

As reserved as she could fake, with her chest still covered, Iris walked to the bathroom and closed herself inside. It took a minute to get her mind together as she reeled from her first orgasm. Quickly, she took off her salmon dress and bra, threw the pads away, and tossed the shirt in the dryer. Above the washer, there was a stack of washcloths, which she took and freshened herself up.

After only five minutes, her clothes were dry, and there was only a small stain on the front of her dress to indicate what her breast had done. She needed to get some air and use the bathroom, but she wasn’t going to use his bathroom.

Note to self: Don’t have orgasms at work.

When she left the bathroom, he was on another phone call in his chair with his back to her.

Don’t look his way! Iris ordered herself, also terrified to look at the desk. She would be too tempted to ask if he could give her another orgasm – for research, of course.

Her womanhood was still minutely pulsating from the encounter randomly, forcing her to concentrate on walking straight. She remembered he said it won’t be what they did together. It would be how she acted afterward. 

Keep it together, Iris ordered herself, knowing she would need the strength of her soul to make it look like she hadn’t gone to cloud nine to face anyone on the other side of the door.  

Iris checked her hair and face in the mini bar mirror before gathering her notebook and leaving his office. 

Lester was oddly packing everything around his desk, cutting her an annoyed look. 

“Where’s the employee bathroom?” she inquired.

He snipped, “Down the hall, and lunch will be on the fourth-floor balcony conference room.”

“Thank you,” she said politely. 

“I guess you’re staying,” Lester stated as he walked with her uninvited down the hall toward the women’s bathroom. “Mr. O sent an email for me to move down the hall closer to the administration lobby. You’re going to get my area. Honestly, I figured he wouldn’t be able to deal with how you smell for long. Any woman in the position never stayed around him for more than an hour. That’s why I got the job. You know he’s sensitive to smells. You stayed on the other side of the tape, right?”

Remembering this man was not to be trusted, Iris answered only one of his prying questions, “I guess I’m staying.” 

Lester crossed his arms. “I don’t get it. You have a degree in forensics. Crime stuff, not business stuff. What happened to your husband?”

This man was a nosey bastard and not to be trusted. How dare he read the information from her resume before taking it to human resources? “I don’t know,” she answered. “You’d have to ask Mr. Olorun.” By this time, she was at the bathroom door and walked in without pausing, glad to escape the nosey creep.

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