Page 15 of The Job Offer

Ben and Anne arrived late for dinner in the inn’s dining room that evening. They were supposed to meet everyone in the lounge at seven then head into the dining room a half hour later, but when they finally managed to drag themselves from bed and into a shared shower, it was already five minutes before seven o'clock. Anne didn't mind too much, however, because the shower proved to be a sensual experience with Ben running his soapy hands over every inch of her body and stirring her desire again. Then it was her turn to wash him. If it were not for the fact that they already made love twice and needed some food, then they would have stayed in the shower longer. After their shower, they dried themselves with towels. She took the room’s complimentary hair drier to her hair and used Ben’s comb to try to bring some semblance of order to her mess of curls. Once she had her hair in order, it finally dawned on her. She didn’t have any clothing other than her wet swimsuit.

  "I can't call mom, now," she told Ben as she stood in front of the bed wrapped in a towel. Ben was dressing himself in a pair of black trousers and a black polo shirt looking far too sexy for his own good.

  "Leave your suit and tee shirt here to dry and you can borrow my sweats to run to your parents’ and change. Where are your shorts and shoes?" Ben crossed to the dresser and pulled out his sweatpants from that morning and a sweatshirt with a screen print of the U of W Huskies logo on front.

  "Probably still on the patio table where I left them when I started swimming." While his back was turned, she put the sweats on over her naked body. Despite all he had done to and with her body that afternoon, she still felt a little self conscious with him seeing her naked. The sweats were loose on her, and she pulled the drawstring of the pants tight to prevent them from sliding down indecently. "What will you do while I'm changing?"

  "I'll go down to the lounge and make excuses. Don't worry! I'll make something up. When I'm there, I'll see if Chelsea and her parents are in the dining room then I'll call up to let you know if the coast is clear. If it is, then you can head over to your parents' and change. Bring some clothing back for tomorrow, too." He sat on the edge of the bed in front of her and leaned over to tie his shoelaces as he laid out his plan. She smiled down at his head.

  "You're really getting into this subterfuge, aren't you? What's next; secret codes?"

  "I suppose we should have one, shouldn't we? How about if the coast if clear, I say 'the red hen is roosting' or some such nonsense." He sat back up and watched her with a boyish smile that she could not help but respond too. He used to smile the same way at her when she would lead him, Lily, and Carla out on adventures when they were younger. "Or, I could say 'It's a clear night and promises clear sailing', or better yet 'There will be a red sky tonight...'"

  "Sailors delight. And if the way isn't clear, you say, 'There will be a red sky at morn...'"

  "Sailors be warned," he finished using their old code system to sneak out and explore the island as kids. Then he reached out and took her hand to pull her forward until she stood between his legs. Putting his hands on her hips under the shirt, he looked up to her face. She rested her hands on his shoulders and smiled down at him. He gave her a naughty grin and slid one hand down and pulled the ties of the pants loose. She gasped in surprise and at the sudden longing that entered her. He slid his hands under the fabric and pushed the waistband down until it rested low on her hips and the front rested at the top of her curls. Glancing up, he smiled devilishly at her. "You know, the spy always gets the girl in the end."

  "I've seen all of the Bond movies." Heat flooded her body, and her core began to ache at his look. When he placed an open mouth kiss on her low belly just above her curls, she moved her hands into his head, feeling the silky texture of his hair with her fingers. Then he slid his hands down until his thumbs met at the juncture of her thighs before sliding into her cleft and separating her folds. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations of his mouth and fingers on her again. "We’re going to be late, Ben," she said absently as she spread her legs wider to let his thumbs find more of her. She had to grip him tighter with her hands to hold herself up.

  "Hmm. What's a few more minutes?" was his response against her belly. A moan escaped her as his thumbs found her nub and began to tease it. She became wet and his thumbs slide through the moisture. She felt him smile against her belly as he felt her response to his touch. "You're body is wonderful, Anne. So beautiful. So responsive. I want to feel you come again." She looked down at him, and he glanced up to give her a wicked smile.

  "You can come again, so soon?" Her voice was breathless.

  "No, but you can."

  He suddenly moved his hands to the waistband of the sweatpants and pushed them down to the floor until the pants were pooled around her ankles. Then he moved the elastic over her ankles so that he could get them all of the way off. With her standing before him with only his sweatshirt on, he changed positions with her until she sat on the end of the bed, and he was standing between her legs. She felt another wave of moisture flood her core when she knew what he had planned.

  He pushed her gently backward until she was lying down then picked up her leg. She closed her eyes when he put his mouth to her instep. She had no idea that an instep could be so sensitive. She opened her eyes again to watch him. Then he kissed his way up her inner leg until she was alive from the pleasure of his lips on her skin. When he knelt before her, she was already melting in anticipation and spread her legs. Then he reached her inner thigh and moved his mouth as far as he could go before spreading her thighs with his hands on each of her legs. She closed her eyes and gripped the blanket under her and held her breath as he pushed her legs wider to give him total access to what she offered. When he moved his thumbs to her to hold her folds open while his tongue glided through her opening. Her breath released in a gasp of surrender to be followed quickly with a moan.

  She let out the breath she was holding again and cried out in pleasure at the soft grazing of his tongue. When his mouth moved to suck on her nub, and she felt his thumbs move into her opening, she pushed herself against him. The combination of his tongue and thumbs stretching her and rubbing against her silky sides drove her wild. The pleasure built again until it overcame her. She felt the climax come in waves that took her under and wrapped her in total bliss. Minutes later when her body calmed down, Ben raised his head and looked at her. He gave her a satisfied male expression that Anne could only think reminded her of a hunter who had gotten his prey. Then he removed his thumbs and rubbed them through the moisture to tease her nub until she could feel the pleasure begin to build again. She finally had to beg him to stop. The sweet torture was too much.

  With a grin, he gave her belly another kiss then stood up, and stared down into her eyes. Then he leaned over, kissed her lips, and rubbed his tongue against hers so that she could taste herself on him. He pulled back when she felt herself drowning again and gave her a satisfied male smile. Then he stood back up and helped her to pull the sweatpants back on. She didn’t think she could stand, but he helped her up. Her core continued to throb with her desire for him, and her breasts ached, highly sensitive to the material of his shirt that rubbed against her nipples.

  In a daze, she looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it was seven forty and that they were already late. Alarmed, she instantly started to move, now pulled from the lethargies of her desire.

  "Oh, no! Go, go, go," she said as she pushed him toward the door and out into the sitting room. "I'll wait here until you call me, but hurry up."

  "I forgot how bossy you were," he said cheekily as he picked up the room key card, his cell phone, and wallet. She walked him to the door and he kissed her hard before grinning at her and leaving.

  A few minutes later the room phone rang, and she ran to pick it up. After hearing what he said, she smiled and picked up the spare room key card that Ben had made for her. Then she went out onto the balcony. It would be a red sky that night.
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