Just One Night, Part 1

  She walks back to her desk, a piece of furniture I insisted we purchase and set up in a corner of the living room so she could finally be rid of the stacks of books and wood that were previously serving as her workstation. As long as I am alive, Jennifer shall never live in such squalid conditions again. She deserves the very best and I mean to give it to her.

  “I’m not going to just sit back and drink cocktails all day, though,” she says. “We’re partners in this thing.”

  “Excellent news,” I say, running my eyes down the column of figures that indicate our cash flow over the next quarter. We’re quids in, thank goodness. “The gentlemen clients prefer talking to you rather than me. Having you on board will increase our turnover by at least forty percent.”

  “Turnover? Are you saying people will quit because of me?”

  “No, I mean revenue. Turnover is revenue in my British mind.”

  “Oh.” She sighs.

  That sigh causes me pause. I turn to face her, my swivel chair squeaking with the effort. I really must replace this monstrosity with a quality chair of Italian leather one of these days.

  “What’s the matter? Have I said something wrong?” Every day I worry that I will cause her stress and then make something happen to our child. I’ve done copious amounts of research on child development and child-rearing, and it’s become entirely clear to me that I have no hope of ever having an undamaged child. Exposure to the paint on these walls alone is enough to remove several IQ points from her developing brain. We really must find a new home very soon.

  “No.” She clicks on her mouse button a few times. “I just keep thinking how different we are.”

  I roll my chair over to her and rest my chin on her shoulder so we can both look at her computer screen together.

  “I am yin and you are yang,” I say. “Together we are in perfect harmony.”

  “I want to be yin,” she says. I can hear the laughter in her voice. She loves to bait me, the little minx.

  “No, I’m sorry, but you cannot. I’m yin and that’s final. This is non-negotiable.” I lean over and point to a listing on her monitor. “This one. We shall buy this one.”

  She twists her head sideways to look at me. “You can’t be serious.”

  I blink a few times. “On the contrary, I believe I can be.”

  “That house is listed at one point eight million dollars, William.”

  “Negotiate with them,” I say, rolling back away from her so that I can once more delve into my financials. I quite like knowing they are all mine, not figures I’ve collected for the benefit of my father.

  “Negotiate? Negotiate?” She makes the sound of a very small piglet. “I’m a real estate professional not a miracle worker.”

  “I beg to differ.” From what I have seen, Jennifer is more than capable of making miracles happen. She’s turned me from a confirmed bachelor to a family man eagerly awaiting the birth of the first of hopefully many children, all in the space of weeks. Next thing you know she’ll have me growing hybrid roses and Japanese maples and loving every moment of it.

  “Fine, I’ll call, but I think you need to adjust your ideas a little bit. You might have to settle for a medium sized garden instead of a giant park.”

  “Settle? Me? Surely you jest.” I turn my back to her completely so she cannot see me smile. She likes it when I play the high-handed boss with her, and I do not want to disappoint.

  “You are totally begging for it,” she says. The sound of her chair moving reaches my ears. Just the very idea that she might be coming for me starts the process of blood-flow being diverted towards my trousers. I’ll be useless for figures now.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, sniffing loudly for emphasis. My blood pressure rises as I imagine her touching me soon.

  Her arms come around me from behind, sliding down my shoulders to my chest as her lips go to my neck. “Watching you work gets me all hot and bothered.”

  I turn my face so that I’ll be able to kiss her. “I’ve read that it’s dangerous to allow a woman to remain unsatisfied for any length of time while pregnant.”

  She grins. “Then you’d better hurry up and satisfy me, William.”

  I reach around and take her by the upper body, pulling her until she falls into my lap. A delightful squeal of surprise leaves her lips, and I cannot help but react with a smile. “As you wish, madam.” I lean down and press my mouth to hers, welcoming the hot, wet kisses she eagerly offers.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Jennifer

  WILLIAM SLOWLY UNBUTTONS MY SHIRT as I lie in his lap on my back. My legs are hanging over the arm of the chair. It’s not the most comfortable position, but I love being close to him and playing goofy sexy games so I’m not complaining.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, being coy. This whole role-play of him being the boss and me being his co-worker is seriously hot. The best part of it is that we’re really not playing. Yes, we’re partners, but he’s the one who’s been calling the shots. He’s way more experienced with this business than I am, but he’s teaching me everything he knows and I’m soaking it up like a sponge. I’ve never been on the receiving end of so much giving before. I’m afraid I’m going to wake up from this dream one day and royally hate my life for not being like this in reality.

  “I am relieving you of this hideous blouse,” he says with a scowl.

  I look down and laugh. “Hideous? Really?”

  “Yes. It has entirely too much material covering your luscious breasts. How many times must I tell you … low-cut tops only in the flat. If I cannot see cleavage, it’s inappropriate dress and I won’t stand for it.”

  I pull him down by the collar for some hot, slippery kisses. His upper lip and chin have the shadow of a beard coming in and they scrape my skin, leaving it to burn after. Just the idea of this mouth on my body makes my nipples go hard.

  “I won’t wear this shirt inside ever again,” I say, slightly breathless with his kisses and the way he’s teasing my nipples with his fingers through the material.

  He pushes my shirt open and pulls one of my bra cups to the side to release my breast. Leaning down, he says softly, “Good girl.” He sucks on my nipple, pausing only to lick around it before starting all over. His free hand massages my breast and then reaches around behind me, pulling me up from my back to bring me closer to his mouth. Kisses spread out from there to my chest and then my neck. I let my head fall back so I can feel all of it. The cool air teases the spots he’s kissed and gives me chills.

  “You make me so hot,” I say, my eyes closed.

  “And you make me want to throw all this business to the side so that I can bury myself inside you.” He bites my earlobe and then licks it. His hand moves down my body and slides over to rub between my legs, his finger trailing up and down, tracing my slit. It makes me crazy to feel him touching me but not touching me at the same time. Stupid pants getting in the way!

  “So what’s stopping you?” I ask, lifting my hips so he’ll touch me more.

  He slides his hand up to the waistband of my pants and then down inside my panties. I suck my stomach in to make it easier for him. I don’t want anything getting in the way of his touch.

  “We must be diligent,” he says, watching what he’s doing with his hand. “The work will not complete itself.”

  I gasp when his finger slides into my hot folds and buries itself inside me. His hand is huge, tugging at my pants that aren’t offering him enough room to maneuver.

  Pulling his head down, I kiss him with a strange kind of desperation. Just a couple minutes ago I was completely content searching for a home online. Now I need to feel him inside me.

  “Screw the work,” I say. “We’ll finish it later.”

  He pulls his hand out of my pants and puts it under my legs. Then he stands, taking me with him.

  “Where are you going?” I ask, a thrill running through me. This is going to happen. I won’t be desperate for long; instead I’ll
be satisfied. William never leaves me hanging.

  “To the bedroom.” He pauses. “Is that a problem?”

  I feel a little guilty that I’m always distracting him like this. I’ve been selfish, always wanting to have more of him, to feel more of him, to see him covered in sweat and wasted with spent passion. “We really should work.” My attempt at doing the right thing is seriously lame. There’s not a single ounce of conviction in my voice.

  He bends over and puts me on the floor.

  “Uhh …” I watch as he stands over me and starts taking off his belt. “What are you doing?”

  “Take off your trousers,” he says, staring at me as his expression darkens.

  I don’t know why, but I feel like challenging him. “No.”

  One of his eyebrows lifts but he doesn’t smile. “Take them off or I shall take them off for you.”

  I lean back on my elbows, rocking my hips a little. I can’t help it; there’s too much pent up sexual energy for me to lie still. “I don’t think I’m in the mood,” I say. Lie, lie, lie. My heart starts beating faster as I wonder what he might do in response to my refusal to cooperate.

  He doesn’t say anything, he just strips down to nothing, even taking off his socks and shoes. I go a little breathless staring at his amazing body. The muscles in his legs are thick and corded. His arms are tanned, also thick and covered with a light sprinkling of brown hair. His chest and abs are well defined, but not too much. Just enough to make me want to run my hands over them, feel them on me. His heavy cock is hard and tempting me the way it slowly sways side to side with his movements.

  He gets down on his knees and grabs my pants by my thighs in two fists.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, knowing very well what he’s up to.

  He pulls hard on my pants, getting them past my hips to the top of my legs. My underwear goes with them.

  “William … I didn’t say you could do this.”

  He yanks again and has my pants down to my knees.

  I stay very still, mesmerized by the dangerous look in his eyes. “You really shouldn’t,” I say, almost at a whisper. This is all just a silly game on my part, pretending like there’s even a speck of reticence anywhere in my body. I cannot wait to be naked with him and to feel him. Instead, I pretend that I can wait, and grip the carpet fibers with desperate fingers. I can feel something drip down from between my legs to the floor beneath me. I am so ready for him.

  He slowly draws my pants and underwear off my feet and throws them into a pile in the corner of the room. I’m still in my bra and my shirt is open but splayed out to the sides. William moves forward so that he’s kneeling between my thighs. Taking his dick in hand, he guides it to my folds.

  “What are you doing?” I ask in a whisper. I can’t take my eyes off his. He’s staring at me, but I cannot tell what he’s thinking. It’s like an animal has taken over my lover and made him forget any of the tenderness I’ve come to know him for. I’m not complaining, though. I like it when he gets rough sometimes.

  He pushes himself into me. It’s no effort. I’m ready for him, completely.

  “This,” he says, sinking in and lowering himself on top of me, our chests touching and stomachs together as I collapse onto my back. “This is what I’m doing.”

  I moan and pick up his rhythm, my hands moving to his chest. I love the feel of his muscles under my fingers as they flex and move.

  “I didn’t say you could,” I whisper, jerking my body up to meet his with every stroke.

  “Maybe not with your words, but with your body, yes, you did indeed tell me I could. You demanded it, in fact.” He picks up the pace and with every stroke smashes into the most sensitive part of me. Talk about hurt so good...

  Sounds come from my throat without thought. My lower back pushes into the carpet. I’m going to have burns there from the rug, but I don’t care. I just want more of this.

  He pauses and then pulls out. “Roll over,” he says, grabbing one of my hips.

  It’s a surprise, but I do as he says and get on my hands and knees, left to stare at the floor. I feel him coming up behind me and then the head of his dick pushing inside me once more.

  “Yes, that’s it,” he growls as he slides in, going so deep it almost hurts to have him there.

  He holds my hips as he pulls out and goes back in again, using a combination of hip movement and his arms drawing me back to make our new rhythm. Soon it picks up speed, causing my breasts to swing back and forth, even though they’re still trapped in my bra.

  The sound of our bodies and skin slapping together turns me on even more. This isn’t making love, this is fucking, and that’s perfectly okay with me. I love that William can do both equally well and somehow knows which one I need even when I don’t.

  He pauses and leans over, reaching around and putting his finger on my clit. He pushes on me so hard I collapse to the floor under him. He doesn’t stop, though, he just keeps stroking inside me, touching me, making me want to spread my legs as far as I can to give him full access.

  “I love fucking you,” he says at my back. “So wet … you are so wet for me …”

  I moan in response. I can’t put together actual words right now. Everything feels too good, and the best I can do is just let him know I heard him.

  After several minutes of me being massaged and fucked and dominated from behind, William pulls out and rolls me over again. I sit on the carpet staring at his dick bouncing in front of me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, out of breath.

  He sits down farther back from me and holds out a hand. “Come to me,” he says. His cock is sticking up like a pole buried in the ground. “Sit,” he says, glancing down at his crotch.

  I smile, loving the fact that what I thought was going to be a quickie is turning out to be some sort of sexual olympics. “You want me to sit on you?”

  “Your turn to do the work.” He smiles as sweat rolls down his face and chest, and it’s oh, so sexy.

  I straddle him and slowly lower myself down until I’m guiding his cock into me. He helps, using one hand to prop it up and the other on the floor behind him to keep himself from falling back. When I’m finally fully impaled upon him, resting on my knees, I put my hands on his shoulders and stare into his eyes.

  He sits up and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in close to him, making his cock go in even farther. We are completely connected, together as one instead of two separate people.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he says, his expression completely serious. It kind of takes my breath away when I imagine I can see love there in his eyes.

  I go up and then down very slowly, experimenting with the position. I’ve never done it by straddling a man before, but I can immediately see that I love how I can control the rhythm and the pressure in certain points. Having him turn the tables and put the power in my hands feels kind of amazing.

  “And you are the sexiest guy I’ve ever known. And the hottest.” I move up and down a few more times. When I’m fully in I move my hips in a circle, thrilling myself with the zips of pleasure that fly up and explode all over my body, sourced from my nub that’s swollen and begging for attention.

  He sits up straighter and puts both hands on my hips, lifting me up and then setting me down on his cock. Together, we are fucking him and fucking me. It’s erotic and sexy and exactly what I needed. William knows me better than I know myself.

  I can feel the muscles in his arms and shoulders bulging with the effort as I stroke his body. I have to go faster, fuck him harder, I have no choice. He’s too sexy and this is feeling too good. I’m getting closer and closer to something I don’t really understand, but I know I have to have it. Sweat is dripping down my back and between my breasts.

  “Kiss me,” he orders, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me to him.

  We kiss like we’ll soon be leaving each other for years, a desperate mashing of lips and tangling of tongues that mak
es the juices flow for me and the ride that much smoother for us both. I moan and cry out a little when he slams me down hard onto his lap and simultaneously jerks his hips up to meet me. His fingers dig into my body, maybe leaving bruises, but I don’t care. I need to feel him on every part of me. His raw male-ness is intoxicating.

  He grunts with every stroke now and sweat pours down his face and chest. I rub my hands in it and then up into his hair as I grab his head and pull him closer to me. He leaves our kissing to suck and lick my breasts, indiscriminately grabbing anything his mouth can reach to leave his mark. I guide my nipple to his tongue so he can grab it and suck it hard, making me scream and my entire hot center spasm with delight.

  “William!” I gasp, knowing the end is near for me. I ride harder, faster, unable to get to the speed that I know I need to push myself to the limit.

  He roars in response, throwing his hips up to reach me from the ground and at the same time pushing down on my hips with his hands. The rhythm between us is frantic. Desperate. Out of control.

  This is what finally does it. It can never be just one of us; it has to be both of us working together towards a common goal - ecstasy.

  We shout together at the exact moment I feel this light come into me and shatter me into a thousand tiny pieces. I throw my arms around his neck and hold on for all I’m worth, as I keep riding him, grinding myself against him.

  And then he pauses, holding tight to me around my waist as his body shudders and his hips jerk up once, twice, and then several more times as he empties his seed into me.

  I lift my head some time later, when all the strength is gone from my body, and look at his dazed expression. His hair is sticking out all over the place from me grabbing it, and he looks like he just ran a marathon.

  “So much for having a home office,” he says ruefully.

  The feelings of love and affection and absolute happiness are too much for me, especially when he looks the way he does right now — completely, utterly, and adorably sexy. I cannot stop laughing and crying.