by Tina Folsom
Tara rubbed herself against him, silently asking for more. He didn’t hesitate and drove a finger into her channel. Oh God, was she tight! He would split her in half with his cock, he was sure. But not even that thought could douse the desire to have her.
Maybe he’d been without a woman for too long, or maybe his need was so strong because he didn’t have to hold any of himself back. Tara didn’t know who he was. She didn’t have any designs on him, at least not as a potential husband. The situation they were in allowed him to be himself with her. It was ironic that by lying to her about his identity, he was able to show her his true self. And to let himself go and show her the kind of passion he was capable of.
Jay continued to lick and suck her, to finger fuck her slowly, stretching her for his cock, imagining how her interior muscles would squeeze him to completion. And with every second, his desire for her grew, and his cock became more impatient and eager to be inside her.
When he suddenly felt Tara tense, he doubled his efforts, licking her clit with more pressure, until she finally shuddered. Her muscles squeezed his finger and he stilled it, allowing her to ride out her orgasm, while he continued to slowly and tenderly lick over her throbbing center of pleasure.
When she stilled, he crawled up to her and looked at her face. She opened her eyes and looked at him without uttering a word. He brushed his fingers through her hair.
“I wanted to do that last night, but I think waiting made it even better for me,” he murmured.
A wicked smile curved her lips. “I bet we can make it even better.” Her hand moved down to his hip, then she touched his cock, making him hiss out a breath. “Let me feel you inside me.”
Jay didn’t lose time and retrieved a condom from the built-in nightstand. Impatiently he ripped open the package and rolled the latex over his erection. Good thing the condom would take away some of his sensitivity and assure that he’d last longer than three seconds once he was inside her.
When he faced her, she relaxed back into the sheets and looked up at him expectantly. He moved over her, settled between her welcoming thighs and nudged his cock at her entrance. Braced on his elbows and knees, he thrust forward, submerging himself in her wet heat.
“Fuck! You’re tight!”
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
He stilled, surprised by her words. Was she actually worried that he didn’t like it? How odd. “Sorry? Don’t be! It feels amazing. You feel amazing. Better than anything I’ve ever felt.” He pressed a tender kiss on her lips. “So don’t you be sorry for anything. You’re perfect in every way.”
Absolutely goddamn perfect! Better than any of the women he’d ever been out with. Because her reaction was honest and open. No pretense. No playing games. Just raw emotion. He could see it on her face now, see how her insecurity vanished slowly and made way for delight. She wanted to please him. Him, the man she thought to be a waiter and construction worker.
Locking eyes with her, Jay began to move, slowly withdrawing from her tight sheath, then plunging back in and seating himself to the hilt. And again.
“Perfect,” he told her and meant it.
Her muscles gripped him like a glove a size too small, and the pressure she exerted on his rod nearly robbed him of his control. But he didn’t want to let go yet, didn’t want to succumb to the pleasure that was so close now. Because it would mean severing the connection with Tara, and that was something he wasn’t ready to give up yet.
Their bodies moved in synch, in a perfect rhythm, as if they’d done this a million times, when he knew that first times could be awkward and even clumsy at times. None of that awkwardness was apparent now. Instead Tara seemed to anticipate his every move, just as he sensed what she needed from him. No frantic fucking, no race to the finish line, but a deep physical connection that brought their bodies to the boiling point.
He sensed heat radiating from her body, felt the perspiration that had started collecting on her skin, making it glisten. Her face glowed, and her eyes shone with joy.
Jay smiled at her, sliding his hand into her hair, caressing her. “You make me feel so good, darlin’.”
Tara lifted her head, and he followed her invitation and kissed her. He still had the taste of her arousal on his tongue, but she didn’t seem to mind, because she kissed him back more passionately than before, stroked her tongue against his, firmly and without hesitation. The harder she kissed him, the harder and deeper he thrust his cock into her, his hips working at a fever pitch now. Again and again he slammed his cock into her, unable to slow down now, unable to stop the inevitable from happening.
With his last ounce of control, Jay shifted his position and slid one hand between their bodies. He found her clit and rubbed his moist finger over it, and with each thrust of his cock, his digit was slammed against her center of pleasure.
Tara cried out, and a simultaneous spasm of her interior muscles squeezed his cock, igniting his own release. He let go of the last vestiges of his control and dove over the edge, climaxing hard and fast.
Breathing hard, he stilled, hovering over her, his knees shaking like those of a teenager who’d just had his first orgasm. For a few seconds, he couldn’t do anything. Beneath him, Tara’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Utterly satisfied, he rolled off her and disposed of the condom. Then he turned back to her and pulled her to him.
He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, pressing kisses onto her damp skin. “Oh Tara, darlin’, that was…”
He was speechless. Sated, but speechless. Nothing was left of the suave seducer he so often played with other women. Nor did he want to do what he normally did after sex: leave the bed and the woman. Instead, he wanted to cuddle with Tara all day long.
“Hmm,” she hummed.
“Let’s stay in bed all day.” He lifted his head to look at her. “What do you say?”
She hesitated.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
Tara shook her head. “It’s nothing.”
Jay sat halfway up. “You didn’t like it? Please tell me what I did wrong, and I’ll do it better next time.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just…” She sighed. “My previous boyfriends thought I was boring in bed. I don’t want you to feel obligated to cont—”
Jay put a finger across her lips. “Boring?” He cursed. “I want you to listen to me now. And I’ll say this only once, and then this subject will be closed: you’re the most exciting woman I’ve ever had in my bed. Those guys were obviously Philistines and had no taste whatsoever.” How could any man who’d had the pleasure of having Tara in his bed ever claim she was boring?
He kissed her forehead. “And if you give me about twenty minutes to recover, I’m going to demonstrate exactly how exciting I find you.”
She beamed at him. “Twenty minutes?”
“Give or take. How about we pass the time with kissing?”
Tara laced her hands behind his neck and pulled him down to her. “I’d like that. A lot.”
“That’s another thing we have in common…” He brushed his lips to hers, when he suddenly heard footsteps from above. He reared up. “Oh crap!”
The person was already coming down the stairs. Jay had just enough time to pull the sheet over Tara when a male voice called out, “Jay? You there?”
“A minute,” he replied, but the door was already swinging inward.
9
Frozen in horror, Tara watched the door to the stateroom open. For once in her life she’d done something reckless, and boom! She got caught. And just at the point where everything had been perfect. Perfect for the first time.
Her entire body was still humming with pleasure, and the aftermath had been even better: Jay had told her she was exciting in bed. No man had ever said that of her. Unfortunately she had no time to enjoy her bliss.
Frantically she pulled the sheet Jay had managed to cover her with up to her chin when a man dressed in shorts and a T-shirt stepped into the sleeping cabin.
“Wait!” Jay tried to stop him.
“Jay, I—” The man froze. His eyes darted from Jay to her, then back. He did a double take, pinning her with a stunned look. “Tara? What the—?”
“Zach?” she croaked, recognizing him.
Oh crap!
“You know each other?” Jay asked, half shielding her with his body, the sheet down to his midsection.
“Of course we know each other,” Zach confirmed.
Jay stared at her, and she felt compelled to nod. She’d met Zach at another party in the Hamptons the previous Christmas. At the Gilberts’ anniversary party she’d only seen him in passing, but hadn’t spoken to him. It was downright annoying that he recognized her. If he told her parents where she was, they’d destroy her little idyllic love nest. And she wasn’t ready for that, not by a long shot.
“What are you doing here?” she managed to ask.
He motioned to Jay. “I’m testing the boat out with Jay today.”
She tossed Jay a questioning look. “What? How do you know Zach?” How on earth would a waiter know a man like Zach Ivers, who was on the top of her mother’s list of potential husbands for Tara?
“Uh… I told you about my construction job last night.” Jay seemed nervous for the first time since she’d met him and pointed to Zach. “It’s Zach’s renovation I’m working on. And this is his boat. He’s letting me live on it for free for the summer.” The two exchanged a look, and finally Zach nodded.
“Yeah.” He hesitated then motioned to the hallway behind him. “Why don’t I wait upstairs and let you guys get dressed?”
Jay nodded. “Appreciate it, Zach.”
He turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.
“You work for Zach Ivers?” Tara asked.
“How come he knows you?” he answered her question with a question of his own.
“I met him at a Christmas party last year. Are you gonna be in trouble now?”
Jay’s forehead furrowed. “Why would I be in trouble?”
“Well, he looked kind of shocked when he saw me here, and not too pleased either. Are you not supposed to have girls on his boat?”
“His boat? Oh, uh, actually, the question never came up.”
Tara scooted off the bed and reached for her panties. “I can talk to him and tell him it’s all my fault.” She shrugged. “It is anyway. I just don’t want you to get fired because you’re having a wild orgy on his boat.”
Jay chuckled unexpectedly. “Wild orgy? Last time I checked the requirements for an orgy, it took more than two people to have one.”
He rose from the bed and walked around it, pulling her against his naked body just as she’d slipped on her panties. He pressed a kiss to her lips, still smiling. “And it’s very sweet of you to want to smooth things over with Zach, but I’m gonna handle it. Just give me a few minutes alone with him and I’ll explain the situation. He’s a reasonable man. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
He released her and pulled on his shorts, then slipped his T-shirt over his head. All the while, she couldn’t tear her eyes off him. She loved the way his muscles flexed as he got dressed. It made her entire body hum with awareness.
“You’re not making it easy for me to leave this room.”
At his words, she yanked her eyes upward and met his. She felt heat rise into her cheeks.
Jay reached out his hand and traced her lips with his thumb. “It’s charming how you blush like that, darlin’, absolutely charming.”
~ ~ ~
Reluctantly, Jay turned and left the stateroom. He stalked upstairs and found Zach waiting for him on deck.
When Jay closed the sliding glass door behind him, Zach pivoted, shaking his head.
“The Ice Maiden? Really?” his friend asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t tell me you’re the only one who isn’t aware of Tara’s reputation. Apparently she’s as cold as ice in bed.”
“We’re obviously not talking about the same person,” Jay protested, but was unwilling to divulge any more. He wasn’t one to kiss and tell. What Tara and he had was something special. Out of this world amazing.
Zach pointed toward the cabin. “I recognize Tara Pierpont when I see her. And that was definitely—”
“Pierpont?” Jay squeezed out. He knew the name, though he didn’t know the family personally.
Surprise washed over Zach’s face. “Oh, no, don’t tell me you don’t even know her name.”
Jay ran a hand through his hair. “She only introduced herself as Tara.” He sighed. How could he not have made the connection? “Anyway, it doesn’t matter now. I have bigger problems.”
“I’d say,” Zach agreed. “What was all that talk about me owning this boat?” He glanced around. “Not that I wouldn’t mind having it.”
Jay drew closer and lowered his voice. “Okay, here’s the deal. Tara thinks I’m a part-time waiter and construction worker. And that you’re letting me crash on your boat during the summer.”
“That makes no sense whatsoever,” Zach claimed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“It makes perfect sense. You just have to pretend you’re my boss. The house in Montauk that I’m renovating is yours, and I’m a contractor working on it. Got that?”
“Why on earth would you pretend to be some working class—”
“Have you ever thought that maybe the reason Tara is known as the Ice Maiden is because she’s not into rich guys?” Jay cut him off.
“Every woman is into rich guys.”
“Tara isn’t. She wants something real.”
“Real? And you think pretending to be poor is real? What bizarre reality are you living in? You’re lying to her. Why can’t you just tell her who you are? I mean—” He motioned to the cabin again. “—clearly you guys had sex, so obviously she likes you. Don’t you think she’ll like you even more once she knows you’re not poor?”
“On the contrary. She’s gonna run for the hills if I tell her now. She’s vulnerable.”
“Well, that’s just perfect,” Zach answered, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “And because she’s vulnerable you’ve decided to deceive her? Explain the rationale behind that for me, please.”
“I wasn’t going to deceive her, but she mistook me for a waiter at the party. And I saw my chance.”
Zach arched an eyebrow. “Chance?”
Jay sighed. “Have you already forgotten what happened with Deborah?”
“I thought you were over her.”
“I am.” And he really was. “But I don’t want to make the same mistake twice. I want a woman to get to know me without being blinded by all this.” He made a sweeping movement with his arm. “You of all people should understand that. Have you never wondered whether the women you sleep with like you for yourself or for your money?”
Zach hesitated for a moment, clearly contemplating the question. “I hope you know what you’re doing. Because one day she will find out, and then this whole thing is gonna blow up in your face.”
“One day. But not any time soon. The Pierponts don’t know me personally. I was never introduced. She has no way of finding out who I really am as long as you play your part. And by the end of the summer, who knows?”
Zach grinned. “You’re a hopeless romantic.”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
Then his friend chuckled. “So that’s what turns Tara on, huh? Slumming it with a waiter? Just how hot does she get in bed?”
Jay stabbed his finger into Zach’s chest. “You’ll never find out. I’ll make sure of that.”
“Is that a tone to take with your boss?”
“We’re in agreement then?”
“There are conditions, of course.”
Jay tensed.
“Once production for this yacht gets on the way, I’ll be the first on the waiting list.”
“Deal.”
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nbsp; “Oh, I’m not done.”
“What else?”
“You’re gonna let me prove to you that Tara is into rich guys, after all.”
Jay narrowed his eyes. “And how are you gonna do that?”
“By using all my irresistible charm. Let’s see whom she likes better: a poor waiter and construction worker or an utterly handsome rich business mogul.” A smug look spread over Zach’s face, and Jay was in the mood to wipe it off him with one well-placed punch. And if they weren’t such good friends, he would definitely act upon that urge.
“Good luck! But I can tell you now that she won’t bite.”
As much as Jay hated the idea of Zach flirting with Tara, he couldn’t deny that this would be an interesting first test to see whether the things she’d told him earlier were really true. If given the choice, would she really stick with the working class guy or divert her attention to the rich—and admittedly handsome—Zach, who supposedly owned this boat?
10
Tara stepped onto the sun deck just behind the flybridge, where Jay and Zach were hovering over the wheel and the controls. The yacht was already in motion, gliding smoothly through the waves less than a mile out to sea.
She’d taken her time to get dressed and get rid of any visible traces of her and Jay’s lovemaking. Not a small feat. She still felt flushed, and her knees might as well have been made of jelly. Her heart was racing, and her mind was working overtime. What would she say to Zach? She’d never been in a situation like this: being caught in bed with a man. A man most people in her circles wouldn’t approve of. But that wasn’t what bothered her. She wasn’t ashamed of being with Jay.
She was afraid that Zach would mention to her parents where she was. He knew them, if only casually. And once they found out where she was, the gig would be up and they’d drag her back to New York.
