A Golddigger at Work and Play (Triple Play)
Mira's words jarred Jason back to reality, the hungry look in the eyes of the near naked woman lying there all laced up in a black bustier and those damn Jimmy Choos, one of several pair she reserved for, as she was fond of saying, "the boudoir," seductive and wanton, eying him as if she was ready fopr another go round.
Regretfully, she would have to wait. Oh, not to brag, he could satisfy her needs. He was packin' and he didn't mean a gun, although he could fire off round after round, but time didn't allow, he had to head to LAX for a flight to Chicago.
Although, he had to admit those Jimmy Choos made a fine pair of legs look even better, especially when viewing them while wrapped around his neck, even if there had been that near miss when they had first hooked up when he had nearly had an eye impaled by one of those spikes she called heels, which taught him when it came to sex with Mira Banks--keep her feet in the opposite direction of his head.
Or, he didnt have time to start thinking about the or, they had come up with so many positions, rather she had taught him so many ways to please her there had never been anothe near fatal eye-gouging incident again.
Don't go there, man, he told himself, recalling the firs tyime Mira had come to bed wearing a black lacy bustier, G-string and those damn six-if an inch, high black Jimmy Choos. She was hot that night and if he could come up with a better name to top Banks, becasue she was all about the money, it would be piranha, becasue she could eat a man alive--literally and figuratively-- when locked in her jaws.