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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, The Other Side of Love & Ravenous)

Enjoy, Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

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Author’s Note: I love this chapter, and unfortunately, it is a long one. I’m trying to keep the chapters under 2000, but this one is a little over 3000. I’m just giving you a warning, and I hope you have the blue screen on your phone so your eyes don’t get tired. I’ve also learned how to format better between three different documents. Grammarly strips all the paragraph spacing out of the story when I post over there to edit, and then when I get back to Google Docs, the story is there, but the formatting is janky and runs without spacing after the paragraph. By the time I post to WordPress, it looks like one big block, so I had to find out how to make it look pretty for comfortable reading. I might’ve deleted some formatting for past chapters, but I’ll figure that out when I post this book in its entirety when I’m done.

I love how El is becoming obsessed with her. I love how he is discovering new things and not becoming repelled. And I love this new kink he’s drawn to from her body. What about you?

You’ll also be introduced to Councilman Washington who will appear in Sweet Justice – the full story. You can get the story starter now here on my website.

By the way, have you invited your buddy to start reading with you so you have someone to discuss the story with? I’d love to hear your input.

Enjoy, Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

El didn’t stop at the desk but proceeded into his office with a curt, “Follow me.”

He didn’t bother to see if Iris followed. Standing out in the office area was a struggle, with all the smells and eyes on him—mostly the smells.

Once she entered, he was relieved that he didn’t have to remind her to close the door—not just for privacy, but for him. Most people didn’t understand his condition, but she looked to understand it and was very sensitive to it. When El smelled her abruptly this morning, shocked she could smell like an entire bowl of Christmas candy, she sympathetically thought she had overwhelmed him with her scent.

Her empathy touched him, and he was determined to get to the bottom of this woman—in more ways than one. He was shocked and impressed when she presented him with the detailed reports before he even asked for them.

He knew the Human Resource Coordinator looked astonished once El sent the list of people to let go so quickly, but he had Iris to thank. Her work was, as usual, immaculate, and the fact that he’d be done with this deal sooner than later only increased his rank as one of the best when it came to what he did. The woman was remarkable; he wished she’d been in his life much sooner.

Married or not, he planned to keep her, whether she liked it or not. The order from Dwayne would only go so far, but he knew getting her father to relinquish his hold on her would solidify her to El. 

El thought about her all day and did not just recall her smell. Unlike other women, whom he had to think about ways to constantly find ways for him to be around because their natural smell would take forever to get used to, He found himself wanting to bury his face in her neck to get a taste of her true essence. Would she taste as good as she smelled?

These questions haunted him throughout the day while he carried out his tasks.

“You’re abnormally calm,” Tyler noted with him after their lunch meeting. Although Tyler wasn’t the lead attorney on the project with the Bellinis, the lawyer wanted an opportunity to sit down with them, and El offered him that chance. “I only saw you flick under your nose once. Your thoughts seemed elsewhere, and yours are never elsewhere, El.”

El refreshed the vapor rub he usually applied under his lip to help him deal with public places. “There’s a lot on my mind,” he said to avoid discussing what he was thinking about – Iris Folsom.

“I loved rubbing the councilman’s nose in the fact that I can get to the Bellini’s before his grubby ass could,” Tyler relished. 

El rolled his eyes at the pettiness. The councilman always gave him a bad taste in the back of his throat, but El liked to string him along because he never knew when he might need a councilperson. “He hinted at several city contracts he could slip my way if I allowed him to tag along.”

“That son of a grubby bitch,” Tyler hissed disgustly. “He thinks just because he sleeps with your sister a couple of times, you’re supposed to be a phone call away?”

As with anything that had to deal with his sister, El shrugged it away. “I knew I wasn’t going to bring him, but it was amusing hearing him almost beg to come.”

“So why are you so distracted, El?” Tyler pressed.

 “The Wexford deal is coming up, and I don’t want any wavering. I’ve been digging to get my hands on that company all morning.”

“That son is practically handing you his father’s company. You never told me why he chose you.”

“You usually are the first to say always look a gift horse in the mouth, and this time, that advice of yours paid off,” El noted, trying to draw the subject of his mental preoccupancy away from him and the subject of how he had gotten Damien Wexford to give over the company. There had been hundreds of hungry assholes after Russell’s company, but after what Russell did to El’s father, there was no way he was going to allow anyone else to tear up that company except for him.

Tyler’s intelligence kept him from getting off the subject, but he wouldn’t make a brilliant lawyer if others could easily dissuade him. “That still doesn’t explain why you look like you wanted to be somewhere else at times during this meeting, and I know it wasn’t because of your condition.” He smirked. “It wouldn’t be your new assistant and that delicious information you discovered this afternoon? What are the chances that she could be connected to Wexford?!”

El had to draw his eyes down and gather himself before looking up into those soulless eyes of the lawyer who could see right through people. “At the rate she’s going, she’ll easily be worth her weight in gold based on the valuable analytic acumen she displays. I always thought I would have to hire several people in various areas to suffice what I need, but she’s hitting all the buttons. She’s setting up that damn office X owns.”

Tyler sniffed with irritation. “Your silent partner is too odd. Who the hell gets an office when they are agoraphobic? I get the tax write-off, but he’s odd. Does he still refer to himself by his gamer name, Guy X?'”

Nodding, El responded, “X may be odd, but since his initial investment with me, we’ve been unstoppable.” He rarely discussed his partner, and Tyler had only met the man once or twice. However, with a condition worse than El’s and other mental problems, the man was a hermit.

El was grateful he’d worked out ways to bear the public, at least for a while, to seem normal enough to get around.

“Now that she won’t be married soon, will she still appeal to you?” the lawyer asked.

That had crossed his mind last night, but after this morning and seeing her, El took note that his sexual attraction to Iris had not waned one bit. That delicious report she turned in was the pièce de résistance. 

Before her, he didn’t know he could get horny looking at reports. 

There was a tremendous desire to bury his face in her neck and sniff her until the cows came home. How did she continue to enchant his nasal senses and mind so much? And why did he never want this to end? His feelings had never been so powerful for a person before.

“Her father was there before Dwayne came,” Tyler announced. “As her lawyer, Kenneth wouldn’t tell me the details, but I read the police report and made my deductions. I wasn’t going to say anything because it was her father, and you must not have been situated yet to see him there. I think he was the one who put his hands on her, not Dwayne. The papers were already filed from yesterday’s meeting, but you hadn’t told her.”

El’s fist curled tightly, and he had to take a deep breath to keep himself calm in public. “She’s protecting her father?” Guarding the speculations he knew and how all the dots connected to what he wanted, he knew the question would throw Tyler off.

“Of course, even after all the shit her father’s done. That man has a worse hold on her than her husband. Kenneth thinks there’s some deep-seated abuse, but she did ask him for a restraining order against her father, which prompted my speculations.”

Another problem he would have to work out, but nothing that would be a problem. “You said your wife was a daddy’s girl.” El also couldn’t forget Iris had a little Daddy kink. Her eyes lit up when he ordered her around and told her to do things. Did she even realize she did this?

“Yeah, but her father was no longer alive when I met her.

El had a plan to get what he wanted out of her, but he knew his assumptions after his mid-morning research would be enough. “The deeper the secret, the tighter the grip, Tyler. If she gives me any more, I’ll let you know.”

“You could just outright ask. Become vulnerable to her and allow her to feel safe…” Tyler stopped talking, probably because of the rip-his-jaw-off look on El’s face.

“Let me figure out how to get the information out of her, and you keep digging,” he ordered, gathering himself to leave.

“Don’t get too possessive this time, El. I’m tired of getting you out of jail,” Tyler hissed. 

El had never been so eager to return to the office where other people resided, and that was only because of her. Iris intrigued him to no end, and he longed to find out how much he could consume of her before he grew tired of her or couldn’t stand to be around her anymore.

That happened last time, so he needed Iris to understand and not get too emotionally involved.

He had to force himself not to draw his eyes down to that delectable breast, remembering the taste of her there, and forced himself not to lick his lips. Further research told him there were many health benefits, but their taste was indescribable, and he couldn’t believe how much he hungered to stay close to her for another drink.

Iris paused at the desk near the chair beside the perimeter tape, awaiting further instructions.

During the entire ride home, he thought about what he wanted to do with her. “Come here,” he ordered.

She instantly blushed, knowing what he meant.

He wondered if her eagerness was feigned or if he had imagined she was excited for his touch again.

El loved that she stepped out of her shoes and came around the desk to him. Like before, he turned to face her, opening his jacket as she approached, but instead of guiding her to his lap, he maneuvered her, so she sat on his desk in front of him.

With a simple button under his desk, he locked his office doors so they would not be interrupted.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she tried to breathe evenly, but now, El needed her to lose that indomitable control.

“Open your shirt, Iris,” he ordered, fascinated by how she didn’t hesitate.

She loved being ordered around and dominated but not bullied into submission.

Her blush deepened, but she followed his instructions and slowly unbuttoned the beige blouse with the flower collar. His gut told him this wasn’t her style and that these were borrowed clothes. Most likely, it was from her sister because that cheap bastard of a husband didn’t care to buy Iris new garments. Would there be extra pins on the skirt from Iris having a tiny waist but voluptuous ass?

El had to order her because he was worried he would rip her clothes off her body. And he had no change of clothes for her…yet.

When her blouse was opened, El pushed the shirt off her shoulders. He had no problems with the short-sleeved blouse, and she allowed the fabric to fall to the desk.

Hesitantly, he touched her skin, amazed at how soft she felt—softer than anything he had felt.

The bra was old and tight fighting, but that wasn’t what his eyes wanted to feast on. Most of the women he had interacted with were white. It was all he’d grown up around and what he thought he wanted, but seeing that dark brown skin of Iris, he desired to lick the melanin from every cell on her body. He felt an ever-growing hunger to consume her, one that he knew would soon overwhelm him, making it impossible to ignore his restraint and tempting him to indulge. Could she survive what he was going to want to do to her body eventually? Hell! He wasn’t sure if he knew what he wanted regarding Iris.

Her breath caught in her throat. Damn, she was just as excited as he was.

Her hands reached behind her and unclipped the bra before taking it off.

It was his turn for his breath to catch in his throat. Her nipples were darkened, and her aureoles were prominent and pronounced, jutting up and calling for him.

El wanted this taste of her to be perfect. So he leaned in as if he were going to drink the most expensive wine in the world.

He knew if the taste were off just a little, it would ruin everything.

Whatever she used to clean herself had not brought the day to her skin yet. Usually, he would have his women go into the bathroom and take a shower, repulsed by the sweat and smells that they had encountered. His sense of smell was just that strong. Whatever Iris used repelled smells away enough that he could get to her.

“Slowly raise your arms and rest them on my shoulder,” he instructed, bracing himself. “And then lean into me, Iris.”

Albeit he had on his suit coat, he could still feel the heat of her palm on his shoulders. His body wanted her touch, but would his brain want her closer?

So much was going on in himself, almost overshadowing his arousal, until she came closer. 

The silence. The proximity took El back to the night they first met when he didn’t hear, see, or smell anything except her. 

A silence he had not sensed in a very long time. Could she be the peace in his heart he always yearned to feel? Where his affliction and nuances did not overshadow his senses so he could explore his full carnality? 

The warmth of her proximity and her scent. Her pure natural scent, like that of a newborn baby, struck his senses, easing past his nose and seeping into his brain. There were no alarms, no nausea, no disgust. El almost felt drunk and even more aroused at the same time. Lightly dragging his nose from one shoulder to another, he could drink in her scent and found nothing malodorous about her.

Damn!

He found himself sniffing her to her other shoulder, taking in everything—her perspiration, her salty, enticing, warm aroma, and the soap she had applied to her body with a hint of lemongrass and mint. What the hell?

His face ended at her nipple, and here he could smell something different. A sweet, creamy brown smell that pushed his curiosity to taste. The tip of his tongue circled her nipple, licking off the remnants of her milky discharge. What he assumed would taste foul was not. El generously licked from one nipple to the other, hearing her gasps and sighs but consumed with trying to find a way to get more. His mouth latched over her entire aureole, and then he drew his tongue low and sucked.

A syrupy drop flowed over his taste buds, and he groaned. Damn! He wasn’t a breast man, but fuck if he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to taste more of her elixir. Switching nipples, he sucked harder, but this one was too ready for him. More than a droplet coated his tongue, and he swallowed while sucking for more. Yes, this one indulged his hunger, and a steady, warm stream anointed his taste buds, causing an immediate hard-on. One of his hands moved over to the other breast he couldn’t attend to, flickering the nipple and massaging her until he could return, while his left palm moved between her legs.

Iris parted her thighs for him. Her head was thrown back, indulging in his suckling, with a smile of joy on her face. Her wetness covered his fingers before he even touched her womanhood. Her panties were soaked.

Without his instruction, she raised her thigh to grant him more access, just as two of his fingers pressed past the elastic of her underwear and into her. At that exact moment, he switched breasts and, this time, received a mouthful of her discharge all over, coating the inside of his cheeks, forcing him to swallow to take another. And without touching himself, he ejaculated so fucking hard, he almost lept out of the chair. Simultaneously twisting his finger inside of her feeling her posterior lift off the desk, while her nails dug into his shoulders, breathing erratically and fuck… she spattered on the front of his shirt.

Gawd, her fluidic sweetness, along with her candied syrupiness, bombarded his senses, and he was sure his body had drained every ounce of semen from him, ruining yet another pair of pants. He had to press his head onto the space between her breasts, overcome with the magnitude that had rocked his body, and she held him as she, too, continued to calm down from her climax, breathing just as heavily as he was.

“Mmmm,” she murmured.

He loved the sound of how sultry her voice became, and he could almost taste the sweetness from her womanhood coating his hand, running down her thighs and ruining the front of his desk. 

She took a sharp breath. “Mmmm. Mmmmm,” she repeated as he removed his hand from between her legs.

Gawd, the sound made his gut shift, and fuck if his manhood was starting to semi-harden again, desiring to get in on the extravaganza. 

This was too good to be true, El felt as he closed his eyes and relished in the beautiful scents and sounds of Iris. It was at this point he knew he couldn’t let her leave without giving him those exquisitely drenched panties. And as soon as she was out of the door, he couldn’t wait to bury his face in them to suck to smell every last drop of her essence to relieve this moment over and over.

At this rate, he would be more than possessive of her; El was going to become obsessed.

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