I notice Jameson’s suitcase on the floor beside the table and realize that he plans to sleep here with me. He’s left my suitcase on the floor beside the bed. I kneel down and open it, instantly regretting letting Althea pack for me as she’s packed a negligee for me to wear to bed instead of my usual tank and shorts. I pull out one of the nightdresses that she packed. It’s a sheer blue babydoll nightdress and I love it and hate it at the same time. I can’t wear that around Jameson, he’ll think that I’m coming on to him. Sighing, I decide that it’s best if I just put it on and climb into bed and go to sleep, skipping supper. That way he won’t get to see me and then first thing in the morning, I’ll buy something appropriate to wear.
Stepping out of my dress, I’m standing in only my matching lacy thong and bra. Glancing down at my thigh, I note the redness has continued to go down. The pain isn’t there either which means that I can sleep tonight without worrying about the sheets affecting it.
Ten
Jameson
I whistle low as I view her standing in her matching light purple underwear. Every ounce of restraint I have is gone; there’s no way I can turn around now. Four weeks, that’s how long I’ve been able to rein in my impulses. I take off my jacket and throw it across the chair.
Her cheeks flame as I hungrily take her in. “Jameson, what are you doing in here?” she cries, her cheeks flaming as she tries to cover herself.
I begin to stalk toward her. “I was coming to get my laptop.” I nod my head in the direction of the suitcase, her gaze follows to where my laptop is. “That changed when I saw you standing here.” I’m now inches from her face.
“Jameson,” she says breathlessly, her body leaning toward me.
“Yes, just like that, when you come around my cock, say my name just like that.” I demand, my finger trailing up her stomach toward her breasts.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She tells me, but her body tells me otherwise.
My fingers continue to brush her skin, her nipples pebble as I skim past them. “Bullshit, four weeks, that’s how long I’ve wanted you. I told you that I was patient, I’ve kept my distance and have bided my time. That time has now come.”
“Jameson, you’re my boss.” She tells me but once again, her body betrays her words as she leans in closer, “I love working for you and I love my job.”
My fingers now trail down her body. “Wendy.” My lips grazing hers, “That’s not going change. I have a feeling that once I get inside of you, I’m never going to stop wanting you.” I’m teasing her, my lips still just inches from hers.
Those deep brown eyes of hers are wide, begging me to do something. She shifts slightly, glancing down I catch her pressing her thighs together. My fingers caress her soft skin, she throws her head back and lets me do as I please. Cupping her cheek, my lips descend on hers. Honey. That’s what she tastes like, I’m fucked. Well and truly screwed. This isn’t enough, this will never be enough. Nipping at her lip she gasps but I take advantage of her shock and sweep my tongue in. She goes wild, her arms going around my neck pulling me closer to her. If she’s like this with just a kiss, I can’t wait to find out what she’s like when she comes.
I tear my lips away from hers and she whimpers, leaning forward wanting more. I chuckle, placing a chaste kiss against her lips. “Knew it.” I ground out.
She blinks away the lust. “What?” She questions me.
“Knew I’d want more when I had a taste of you.” I smirk as I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. “Talking about tasting you…” I nip at her lip once again, my fingers going to her thong. I need her now.
“Jameson…”
I cut her off as my lips crash down against hers. “I feel it too. Okay? I’ll give you what you need.” I promise, getting to my knees. Her breath hitches as I help her step out of her thong. “Beautiful.” I growl as I stare at her naked body.
She closes her eyes, her body twisting as if she’s ashamed for me to ogle her. I stand, taking her chin into my hand, I make her look up at me. She’s gorgeous, every inch of her is magnificent. “Don’t, don’t be ashamed of your body. Ever. You’re fucking beautiful. I’m going to worship your body and show you just how beautiful you truly are.”
Pushing her down onto the bed, so she’s lying down on her back I wrap my hands around her ankles and pull her toward the end of the bed. She’s spread wide, exposed for me. Smirking I kneel on the floor and hold her legs in the air. I get a better look at her pussy, she’s wet already. She moans as I flick my tongue against her clit and slide my finger into her. “Ambrosia.” I growl needing more. Her hands tangle in my hair as I flick against her clit once again. Her ass lifts off the bed as I finger fuck her.
Her moans and whimpers spur me on, my finger fucking her harder and faster, my tongue flicking her clit. She grinds against my mouth, wanting more, she’s fucking herself against my finger. She’s close. I add another finger and she detonates, coming around my fingers as she does. I don’t stop, I lap up her juices as she screams my name.
Her pussy quivers as I continue to finger fuck her. She pulls at my arms and I know she wants me to stop. I oblige, leaning over her and kissing her, dominating her mouth as I do.
Her fingers fiddle with the buttons on my shirt. “You’re overdressed,” she whispers, her attention focused on my shirt. She’s having trouble getting it off me.
I take a step backward and strip out of my clothes, flinging them onto the chair with my suit jacket. I focus on Wendy, she’s lying on the bed, leaning up on her elbows so that she can look at me. Her eyes widen when she gets a glimpse of my cock.
I smirk. “Like what you see?”
Her cheeks flame but she shrugs, “Eh, I’ve seen better.” She’s lying. The way her eyes are closed, full of lust, along with the way she’s constantly swallowing tells me she’s full of shit.
“Liar. Now get on your knees,” I demand. “Wendy.” I growl and her eyes widen, not in fear but in appreciation. She doesn’t hesitate, she gets to her knees and waits for my next command. I reach for my wallet and grab a condom. Glancing back at Wendy, my cock stirs. Damn, seeing her magnificent ass in the air makes me want to spank the shit out of her. Not yet, now isn’t the time.
I position myself behind her and the horny little minx pushes her ass against my cock. I bite back a groan. She does it once again, this time grinding against me. I can’t stop the groan from escaping. I need to be inside her and now. Tearing open the condom wrapper, I slide it on. I’m not fucking her raw, not this time.
The tip of my cock enters her and she gasps. I slowly withdraw before pushing back in, going a little deeper than the first time. I grit my teeth, she’s so tight. I need to be careful, I don’t want to hurt her. I continue to slide in and out of her, every time I slide in, I go a little deeper, letting her adjust to me. I slide fully into her and she groans loudly, it sounds as though she’s in pain but the moan that comes afterward tells me that she’s enjoying it.
She pushes back against me and I tighten my hands on her waist. Thrusting harder and harder into her each time. I’m so deep inside of her, yet it’s not enough. The sound of our bodies coming together along with a mixture of moans and pants fills the room. Thrusting once more inside of her, I stay there, sated deep inside of her. I shudder as I come. My hands have her waist in a tight grip, the walls of her pussy tightening around my cock.
“Damn.” I growl, “You’re insatiable. But, you need to eat first.” I pull out of her. She collapses on the bed and I turn away and walk out of the room.
I want Wendy, more than I have ever wanted anyone but I’m unsure what she wants and that pisses me off. I tried my fucking hardest to stay the hell away, I knew that fucking her would only lead to me wanting her even more. If I only had a clue of what she was thinking.
I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Before I jump in, I take off the condom and throw it into the trash. I catch sight of myself in the mirror, there’s a thin sheen of sweat covering my bo
dy. I look like a man possessed, my hair is mused, there’s scratches along my neck and I have no idea how they came about. I don’t remember Wendy clawing at me. I smile at the thought, if she felt what I did while we had sex, there’s no fucking way she’s going to be able to go back and pretend nothing happened.
Climbing into the shower, I let the water cascade over my head. Have I just fucked everything up? Wendy’s the best assistant I’ve ever had and I can’t afford to lose her but at the same time, she’s all I want.
Fingers graze my back, slowly making their way around to my stomach. Relief washes over me. She’s here. I’m not alone in this madness. Her lips press small kisses against my shoulder blades. Her hands gently stroking my stomach. I stand here and let her do what she pleases. Her hands lower, gently wrapping around my cock. She rains kisses down my back, toward my ass. I hiss as she nips at my ass cheek. I’m loving this brazen side to Wendy, it needs to come out more.
My cock pulses in her hand and she squeezes it. I release a hiss through my teeth. She releases me, her hands going to my hips adding pressure for me to turn. I’m curious as to what her plans are, so I oblige. Turning, my cock level with her face, she’s on her knees waiting for me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more erotic sight than what’s in front of me right now. Her hair wet from the shower, her lips plumped and red, her nipples pebbled, and her legs spread slightly apart showing that perfect tight pussy of hers.
Wendy licks her lips, her eyes on my cock. Fucking hell, she’s going to be the death of me. She glances up at me through her lashes, and once again she licks her lips. A groan escapes me when she wraps her lips around my cock. She only takes the tip into her mouth, sucking on it gently. My hands go to her hair, needing her to either take it all into her mouth, or let me fuck her.
She releases my cock, “Nope.” She tells me popping the P.
I instantly remove my hands from her head but keep my eyes connected with hers as her tongue snakes out and licks my cock from base to tip. Fuck! She’s killing me.
Taking me into her mouth, she swirls her tongue around the tip, I hiss, resisting the urge to thrust into her mouth. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock and she finally begins to suck.
I rest my head against the shower wall, my hands balled into fists, trying to fight putting my hands in her hair and thrusting hard into her mouth.
Her hand moves up and down my shaft. She’s in perfect sync with the movement of her mouth. I swallow harshly as her nail runs up my inner thigh. I’m panting hard, her gaze is on me; she’s loving this. Her fingers go to my testicles and I’m barely hanging on, it’s overload. The warmth of her mouth along with what her fingers are doing, it’s pushing me to the edge.
She releases my cock from her mouth but her hand is still moving up and down my shaft. She begins to kiss me again, starting at my stomach and raining them down to my cock, all the way from base to tip, her nails running up and down my inner thigh.
My body shakes, I’m getting close. “Christ,” I say through gritted teeth.
She wraps her mouth back around my cock, sucking harder than she did before. My cock swells in her mouth, I’m about to come. Wendy moans and I bite back the groan that’s close to spilling over. Her hand tightens around my shaft. She gasps around me when I take her nipples into my hands, my fingers tugging at them. Her movements get faster and harder, I’m on the edge. I pull at her nipples and she glances up at me, she’s begging me to end this. “Wendy.” I pant as the tingles course through my body. “I’m going to come, and you have a decision to make.” Her movements get faster, “I can come in your mouth, or your pussy.”
She whimpers, her eyes still on me, pleading with me. Damn, she wants both.
“Decide now.” I demand, pulling on her nipples once again. She swallows around my cock. “Fine.” I release her nipples, my hands diving into her hair.
I take over, adding pressure to her head, forcing her to take me further into her mouth. She moans, and my cock pulses. She’s fucking dirty and I love it. This girl gets off on sucking my cock. I bet she’s soaking wet. I thrust into her mouth and she takes every single inch of me, when I push further, the tip hitting her throat and causing her to gag. I pull out, my cock swollen and ready to explode. Thrusting back inside, she fondles my testicles, rolling them in her hands.
I thrust once again into her mouth, my hands holding her head still as I release my cum into her. She doesn’t even hesitate, she swallows every single drop. Releasing my cock, she licks the tip and I shudder. The look of pride on her face is making me hard once again. But fuck, she needs a reward.
“Your turn.” My hands go to her waist, helping her off her knees. As soon as she’s standing, I lift her so that her back is pressed against the shower wall. My hands on her firm, peachy ass, I lower myself so that her pussy is level with my mouth. I can’t wait to feast on it, it’s wet and I’m betting it’s not just from the shower. Hooking one of her legs over my shoulder, I lift the other, and wrap it around my neck.
Her hands are in my hair, she’s holding onto me for dear life but I won’t let her fall.
I press a kiss against her pussy and she moans. Yeah, my girl is fucking soaked. It’s not going to take much to make her detonate.
My lips close around her clit and I suck, she immediately grinds against my mouth. Releasing her clit, I begin to lick her pussy, she jerks in my hand. I heed the sharp intake of breath. Her hands no longer gripping me for fear, but pulling me further toward her pussy. As soon as my teeth graze her clit she comes apart in my hands, screaming my name as she explodes.
I soak up her juices, lapping them up as she continues to come. She shakes when I tongue fuck her.
“Stop,” she pants, but I don’t let up. The way her pussy is grinding against me tells me that she doesn’t want me to anyway. I switch it up and suck her clit. “Jameson.” She begs but I keep going. Sucking, nibbling, fucking her pussy as she shakes in my hands. “Jameson.” She screams as she comes once again. I hold her steady until the aftershocks pass.
She slides down my body and I can’t help but want her again. Already. Helping her to her feet, I hold her close to me until she’s able to stand by herself.
“Shit, that shouldn’t have happened,” she whispers.
I release her as if I were just burned. Turning around I take a shower.
There’s absolutely no fucking doubt in my mind that I love this woman but it’s quite clear that she doesn’t reciprocate my feelings.
I’m done, I’m not going to play stupid games. She either wants me or she doesn’t.
Eleven
Wendy
The sun’s beaming down on me as I lay on this sun lounger, I managed to come down early and grab one before the pool got really busy. Jameson left the suite while I was in the shower last night, he returned a while later with an iPad and a wireless keyboard for me. He then sat down on the sofa next to me and we got to work. I sent a few emails that he needed along with getting the email that Clint had sent over. Mr Hatch came back clean, he’s in search of an investor and thinks that Jameson would be the best fit. I’m to take notes during the meeting, today at noon. He ordered me some dinner and then left the suite again. He hadn’t returned when I went to sleep, but when I woke up this morning he was lying in bed next to me. I got up and left without waking him, if he wants to act like a bastard, I’ll treat him like one. How stupid am I to fall in love with a man that doesn’t love me, who probably never will?
Glancing at my phone, I realize that it’s a little after ten, that means I’ve another hour before I need to get ready for the meeting with Jameson and Mr Hatch. My mind is all over the place at the moment, all I keep thinking about is what’s going to happen once we get home. Whether or not I still have a job and if I do, will he be a complete asshole to me? Will it be his way of getting me to quit so he doesn’t have to fire me? I reach for my phone and set an alarm for eleven so that if I fall asleep, which knowing me and this heat, is bound to happen. Then
at least I won’t be late. Reaching for the headphones, I put them in and hit play on my playlist. Clean Bandit featuring Zara Larsson’s Symphony plays out and I lay back and relax, letting the rays of sun beat down onto my body.
A shadow looms over me just as Maroon 5’s Girl’s like you finishes. Opening my eyes, I see Jameson standing over me. Pulling out one of the earbuds, I gaze up at him in question, it’s not time for me to meet him yet.
“You’ll burn,” he says tightly, his eyes raking over my bikini clad body.
Reaching down onto the floor I grab the bottle of sun lotion and show it to him. “I’m covered.”
“Great, now let’s go.” He demands and begins to walk away.
“Um, do you need me to do something?” He told me that I would have my own time when he didn’t need me and now he wants me to go with him.
“Yes, I do, now let’s go.”
Rolling my eyes, I grab my stuff and begin following him pulling my sundress over me. Althea must have a sixth sense as she only packed dresses, negligee, and bikinis. My leg is better today, there’s only two lines on my thighs where the marks were last night, there’s no pain when I walk. He leads us into the hotel foyer and towards the elevator.
“You’ve managed to put clothes on I see,” he says, walking into the elevator and hitting the button for the top floor.
I ignore that stupid comment, I’m not getting into an argument with him. “What did you need me to do?”
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