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  Wednesday Nights With Jamie

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  Wednesday Nights With Jamie Copyright© 2006 Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Edited by Briana St. James.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Electronic book Publication: October 2006

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

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  The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been rated E–rotic.

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  Wednesday Nights With Jamie

  Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Brownie: Girl Scouts of the United States of America

  Burger King: Burger King Corporation

  Girl Scouts: Girl Scouts of the United States of America

  Jack and Jill: Jack and Jill of America Incorporated

  Snickers: Mars, Incorporated

  Whopper: Burger King Corporation

  Chapter One

  Lyla Lassiter’s favorite day of the week was Wednesday. That was the day she allowed herself to indulge. Having already savored a rich trio of chocolate truffles and two glasses of fine cabernet, it was time for her favorite indulgence. Scintillating sex with Jamie Donlon.

  Upon lighting a wand of her favorite incense, the spicy scent of patchouli perfumed the air. Her eyelids fluttered shut as her lungs filled with the opulent fragrance. One intoxicating image after another floated across her mind and she relished the promise of passion fulfilled. The final image to tantalize her senses was a perfectly sated afterglow as she nestled against her lover’s chest, safe, secure and satisfied in his strong arms. She stood back to survey her bedroom after drawing the curtains closed and smiled. Cool satin sheets and pillows shimmered in the flickering glow of a dozen candles while the sounds of soft, sensuous music wafted in the background. Every detail was faultless. Perfect.

  A final mirror check increased Lyla’s smile as she eyed her ample curves enhanced by her lacy ensemble of cinched-waist corset, push-up bra and crotchless panties. Her long legs, sheathed in sheer silk stockings attached to a garter belt, looked even longer with the shiny black stiletto heels she’d selected. Cinnamon-brown tresses were piled high on her head, with a few carefully placed wisps framing her face and drawing attention to her wide blue eyes. The dewy red luster of her lips matched the fiery shade of her outfit. Oh yes. She was at her best, her most alluring.

  She slipped onto the sheets and propped herself against the adroitly positioned mound of pillows, careful to present her breasts and pussy in the most appealing and inviting manner.

  The look, the smells, the palpable atmosphere of passion…mmm, yes, everything was perfect. The stage was set for seduction. Now all Lyla needed was her lover to set things in motion…

  “Now, Jamie,” Lyla whispered on a shuddering breath. “Make love to me now.”

  Jamie sauntered into the bedroom and Lyla’s lust register elevated another notch. His whiskey-hued eyes were the first thing she noticed. They always seemed to twinkle. Right now they were centered on the satin- and lace-adorned sexual feast she’d so carefully prepared for him. “Baby, you look so hot you take my breath away,” Jamie said in that deep, husky timbre of his that never failed to send tingles along her spine.

  Solid, long-limbed and muscular with skin the color of brown sugar and a dimpled smile, he looked so tantalizing Lyla could hardly wait to feel his hands on her, his tongue doing wicked things to her clit, his cock thrusting high, hard and deep.

  Shrugging out of his natty sports coat, Jamie’s attention never left the object of his desire. He seemed to gaze at her with the same longing and sinful intentions that Lyla felt when she looked at a hot fudge sundae. His lips quirked into a slow, suggestive smile as he tossed the jacket aside and stepped closer to the bed. Lyla shivered in the dark promise of his sexy, taunting gaze.

  “Lyla, honey,” he said as he unknotted his tie and slipped it off, “tonight I’m going to show you new heights of pleasure. I’m going to fuck that silky pussy of yours so hard, so completely I’ll take you soaring to the stars and screaming my name as you go.”

  Warm trickles of pussy cream jogged down the insides of Lyla’s thighs. “Good, because I can’t wait to experience the thick, rigid feel of your big cock hammering inside me, Jamie.” Knees bent, she let them fall open. “See how hungry my pussy is for you? See how it drools in anticipation of clenching around you and milking the seed from your shaft? I promise you, my sweet, I won’t be the only one soaring to the stars tonight.”

  Jamie kicked off his shoes. Left only in his jeans and button-down shirt, he propped a knee on the edge of the bed near her hips and deftly stroked her clit with his finger. Just that one swipe already had Lyla building toward an orgasm she knew would be phenomenal.

  “You’re so slick, hot and juicy.” He licked his finger. “Mmm, and so sweet.”

  He began unbuttoning his shirt and Lyla reached up to still his arm.

  “Tear it open, Jamie.”

  In the next instant, buttons went flying and his broad chest was exposed.

  He straddled her, pausing long enough to lick his lips as he studied her. “I can see your beautiful nipples poking hard against the lace of your bra, Lyla. I can see how much you want me, baby. You do want me, don’t you, Lyla?”

  “Yes…oh God, yes…”

  Jamie took the straining buds in his fingers and pinched hard through the lace, scratching and abrading her sensitive nipples as he twisted until Lyla thought she would detonate from the agonizing concentration of pleasure.

  “Yes, just like that,” Lyla whispered. “Suck me, Jamie. Bite me, lick me.” Panting hard, she thrust her breasts at him.

  He lowered the lacy cups until Lyla’s breasts popped free. “Mine,” he said as he squeezed her flesh. “All mine.” He ravaged each nipple alternately with his teeth and fingers while Lyla squirmed with delight beneath him. Jamie was a man with competent hands and a knowing mouth that paired sublimely with his magic cock.

  She strained forward, reaching for the waistband of Jamie’s jeans. Fascinated by his deliciously sculpted pecs, she watched the rise and fall of his chest as he drew in ragged, lust-tinged breaths. Her fingers worked fast to free his cock from
its denim confines so he could thrust it home where it belonged. As the zipper lowered, his magnificent cock burst free, unencumbered by shorts or briefs.

  “Fuck me, Jamie baby. Fuck me now, good and long and hard.”

  Before paying homage to one rigid nipple with his teeth, Jamie whispered, “You have no idea how much I love your luxuriant curves, Lyla. You have the lush, full body of a goddess.”

  As she drank in the beauty of his words, Jamie drove his cock into Lyla’s depths, skillfully twisting, turning and scraping its base along her clit as he pistoned.

  The muscles in her thighs tightened and the pressure built in her body until rational thought fled her senses and explosion was inevitable. In the next blink of an eye, sweet, powerful convulsions gripped every cell of Lyla’s being and she screamed out Jamie’s name…

  It was the low buzzing sound that first brought Lyla back to her senses. She switched off the vibrator and trilled out a sigh that spoke of combined satisfaction and frustration. Smoothing her hands across her breasts and down her belly, she cupped her just-pleasured pussy. Remnants of the delicious tingling sensations where her vibrator had visited still lingered and she hoped they’d last for just a little while longer.

  “Poor Jamie Donlon,” Lyla said once the last quivers subsided. “The man has no clue that I lust after him every waking moment—or that we have a standing date for sex every Wednesday night.” Amused by the sad irony of her real-life Jamie-less situation, Lyla chuckled.

  In truth, Jamie Donlon hadn’t so much as looked at Lyla since he’d become the new broker-owner of Macklin Real Estate, taking over the real estate chain from the elderly Macklin brothers a few months before. Of course, Lyla felt as if she already knew him. After all, aside from their Wednesday night fantasy trysts, he’d been visiting her in her dreams nearly every night since she’d first spotted him. Lust. A true case of lust at first sight. And she’d christened her new shiny black Power Surge 3000 vibrator—the one she had to buy because she wore the other one out from overuse ever since Jamie came on the scene—Jamie-2.

  It was the first time she’d found herself so entirely entranced by a black man. Lyla could always tell when Jamie had stepped into the room even if her back was toward him because she felt his presence. There was something magnetic about him, something exotic that spoke of forbidden pleasures. Forbidden because her bigoted shrew of a mother would string her up by the toes for a month if she had any inkling Lyla was mooning—much less whipping up detailed fantasy sex scenarios—over a black guy. The unwelcome reminder of her mother sent a shudder through Lyla and she shook off the intrusive thoughts.

  Jamie was one of those powerful, silent types who elicited strong female reactions. Most every woman in the office, from Barbie the Barracuda to Melanie the Mouse, had been doing their best to attract the hunky real estate broker’s attention, to no avail it seemed. In fact, Lyla heard through the grapevine that Barbara had gone so far as to get a perky new set of breast implants in the hopes of snagging Jamie’s attention. Lyla had never even bothered to try to get him to notice her. Why should she? She probably didn’t stand a chance competing with the glut of scrawny, young, size threes in the office. With her thirty-fifth birthday looming, and equipped with a pair of what her mother had so helpfully dubbed thunder thighs, Lyla figured she was definitely not Jamie Donlon material. In fact, she was so far removed from the ideal image of a delicate, bone-thin twenty-something woman that she may as well have been living on another planet. The Planet Plump.

  “No,” she said aloud, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. That was her mother’s chastising voice drumming up all that negative crap, not hers. Whenever Lyla’s confidence waned, a lengthy list of her mother’s all-too-frequent negative observations and admonishing cautions popped into Lyla’s brain, threatening to bully their way in and take over.

  Lyla, I can see that last chocolate bar you ate right there on your thighs…

  It breaks my heart to see you walking around with your grandmother’s big behind, Lyla…

  Obesity begins with that first buttered roll, Lyla—have a lettuce leaf instead…

  How can I point with pride to my daughter Lyla when she looks like a circus elephant?

  “Stop it!” Lyla shouted, clapping her hands over her ears. “There is not a damn thing wrong with me! I am not obese and I am not ugly!” And then Lyla laughed, recalling how many times she’d resorted to arresting her mother’s voice inside her head like this. If only she had the guts to confront the woman in real life, things would be a whole hell of a lot easier. But fat chance of that happening. She’d be eaten alive, chewed up and spit out before she got past the first objection.

  Lyla’s mind returned to more pleasant thoughts—the object of her fantasies. Jamie had a reputation for being standoffish. Maybe that aloof vibe he gave off meant he was one of those moneyed, obnoxious pretty-boy types who spent his leisure time rubbing elbows with the rich and snooty. Sadly, Lyla had finally come to the conclusion that the man was either gay, happily entangled romantically or an avowed celibate. Or maybe the guy just didn’t find white women appealing. His secretary was black, shapely and gorgeous and Lyla had seen him with a couple of other attractive black women on occasion.

  Not that it mattered what Lyla thought of Jamie. Theirs would always be a strictly professional relationship. Her Jamie baby trysts would remain a delicious fantasy. So what if he never noticed her in real life? To be honest, she wasn’t really sure she’d know what to do if he ever did. Other than jump his bones—but perhaps a handshake would be a more appropriate beginning if the man were ever to grace her with his attention.

  It didn’t make any difference though because Mr. Jamie Donlon was all hers every Wednesday night, whether he knew it or not. She could do whatever she wanted to him without the least little bit of reticence, nervousness or shyness. She wouldn’t have to battle her mother’s annoying voice inside her head harping on her to diet down to a size minus-whatever because fantasy-Jamie would always find her ample curves beautiful, sexy and entirely irresistible. She would always be poised and graceful and light on her feet. He would find her to be witty and charming and a brilliant conversationalist. But most of all he would find Lyla to be sinfully sensational in bed.

  On Wednesday nights with Jamie, one touch of his finger would begin a series of delicious quivers. One swipe of his tongue would have her crying out with joy. One precise thrust of his glorious cock would take her soaring to the stars. And one joint rock-your-world orgasm would have them snuggling in each other’s arms as they basked in the afterglow of perfect sex.

  Yes indeed, Wednesday was Lyla Lassiter’s favorite day of the week.

  Chapter Two

  “Baby!” Lyla screeched into the telephone. “For God’s sake, Dawn, what in the hell do you mean you’re having the baby? You can’t do that. You’ve got to wait until David gets back.” As she listened to her sister, Lyla whipped the hair from her eyes and groaned. “Well, can’t you do something to hold it in for a couple more weeks?” She paced frantically, biting her fingernails as she spoke. “Dawn Marie Hogan, you stop laughing this instant. This is not funny. All right, just sit tight. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

  Lyla grabbed her purse from the desk drawer and flew out of her office. “Marcy,” she called over her shoulder to the receptionist as she ran, “I’ve got a listing appointment at two o’clock with Bob and Cynthia Reynolds over on five twenty-six Pineapple Lane. You have to find somebody else to take it for me because my sister’s in labor and I’ve got to get her to the hospital. Thanks!” She turned the corner and crashed head-on into Jamie Donlon, eliciting an ooph from them both.

  “Whoa!” Jamie reached out to steady Lyla. “Where’s the fire?”

  Damn. Not only was he touching her and speaking to her in that deep, honeyed voice, he was giving her that million-dollar smile of his too. The dimpled one she’d been waiting to see directed at her ever since she caught her first glimpse of him several mont
hs ago. The smile that he always gave her in the privacy of her candlelit bedroom each Wednesday night. Her mouth went dry and some rampant quivering was going on deep inside her belly. She took a deep breath to gather her scattered senses. Unfortunately now just wasn’t the right time to let her libido take charge.

  Wincing, Lyla rubbed her forehead at the point of impact with the wall that was Jamie Donlon’s chest. “I’m sorry, Mr. Donlon, I wasn’t—”

  “Jamie,” he said.

  “Jamie,” she repeated in a voice that regrettably sounded like a dreamy sigh. Good God he smelled good—even better than in her fantasies. An unexpected tremor of pleasure rippled up her spine and she braced herself against it as the clean woodsy smell of him overwhelmed her. Jamie’s smile deepened, revealing straight white teeth and crinkle lines that fanned out from the corners of his striking brown eyes. It was nothing short of flat-out mesmerizing. Oh brother, she really had to get a hold of herself before she melted into a puddle at his feet. Up close and personal, Jamie baby was so—

  Baby! Oh God, her sister! She’d almost forgotten. What in the hell did she think she was doing basking in the presence of the subject of her exotic sexual fantasies when her poor sister was ready to split wide open?

  “Sorry.” Lyla flashed a frazzled smile. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. It’s my sister. Her husband’s out of town on business and she’s having a baby. Now. Two weeks early. This is not supposed to be happening. I’ve got to get her to the hospital immediately. Excuse me.”

  Lyla flew past him, bolting for the exit and immediately feeling a sense of loss as she left his side. Less than a minute later she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

  Jamie and a couple of the firm’s sales associates bounded after her to see what had happened. They found Lyla kicking a deflated tire on her car.