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My Favorite Distraction (Distraction #1)

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by Stephanie Jean


  We settled in front of the TV and turned on our favorite reality girl show, The Bachelorette. I loved watching this with Heather because she would make funny comments on the kissing or lack thereof. She could tell if the guy wasn’t into it just by looking at his body language. Normally I listened, trying to see what she saw. She was usually right on about whom he would pick or whom she would pick. I thought Heather was exceptional at her relationship predictions. Tonight she was a little ruthless with her words. She was commenting that some people wouldn’t be happy in any relationship. So I went from laughing to feeling uneasy in minutes.

  I got up from the couch to search for my phone. Watching all the love connecting and wet kissing on the show made me miss Jason a lot, mainly his lips. I had missed two texts from him.

  Jason: I miss u 2.

  Jason: I have been thinking about the word pleasure. I think it’s three words said fast ‘please u more’. Let me know when u r ready.

  I disappeared to my room and called him. He answered right away. I let out a deep breath I had been trying to swallow.

  “Hello, I got your text.” It came out winded.

  “Are you ready?” His voice was soft and very sexy.

  “I am…ready,” I said in my sexiest voice. He laughed, and it gave me butterflies. “I was wondering, could you do me a favor?”

  “I would love to.”

  “Are you at your house?” I asked, as I drew hearts on a piece of paper.

  “Yes, do you want to know what I am wearing?” He was smiling. I could hear it in his voice.

  “No.” I started laughing. “Will you go to the closet, and in my black jacket, I have money. I would like it very much if you brought me a thousand dollars from the pocket of that jacket.” I could hear his breathing pick up and I imagined him running up the stairs.

  “Shit, Katie, why do you have so much money in this jacket?”

  “My boss pays me in cash. Will you bring me the money?” It was mostly the truth. Some of the money was from work, but most I had brought with me. My grandfather kept stashes of money throughout the mansion. When he died I found some spots of hidden cash and took it with me. Grandfather was always preparing me for his death without me even knowing it.

  “Of course, I am on my way.” His voice was charming and my body instantly ached because of it.

  “I will lay blankets by the bed for Bo.” I felt my heart flip over, and I couldn’t stop the smile on my face.

  “See you soon, princess.”

  Chapter 12

  Adam And Eve

  I walked out of my bedroom feeling oddly alone in my apartment. I quietly sat down next to Heather. I thought about the dysfunctional relationship I had with Heather. We were both two lonely people who stayed together out of necessity. She needed me financially and I needed her for balance. Even though I worked full time, there would be days I could avoid talking to anyone. Heather forced me to listen, to sit with her, to make dinner. I would be completely alone without her, or maybe I was just as alone with her.

  We watched the rest of The Bachelorette, and then I heard my phone buzz with a text. It was Jason. He was at the security gate downstairs. I skipped over and buzzed the phone for Jason to come up. I heard Heather’s disapproving sigh behind me, but it didn’t dampen my mood at all.

  “I guess girls’ night is over. I miss this, you and me.” I knew what she missed. It wasn’t us, it was me completely focused on her. She walked over and gave me a small hug. I felt a little guilty for being so cynical about our relationship. I didn’t try to hug her, didn’t want to hurt her. She had been acting injured and wounded all night.

  “I had fun too. I just missed him.” I shrugged giving her a small smile.

  “Call me tomorrow, OK?” She walked away.

  There was a knock at the door, and I opened it. Jason stood on the other side with a very happy Bo. He was all handsome dressed in pajama bottoms and no shirt. I felt sensitive all over. My skin itched for his touch, but I just smiled.

  “I came right away,” he said with a sinister smile.

  “Of course you came right away. Clearly, you were in too much of a hurry to grab a shirt.” I smiled letting my eyes fall all over his chest and abs. His muscles flexed under my glare and I ran my tongue over my teeth before I stepped aside.

  Jason walked in and leaned over to kiss me. I lost my mind. I pulled him close, touching the smooth skin of his chest and his stomach. He felt so good, soft and muscular. I stepped back and looked down, embarrassed that I had lost all control.

  “Are you hungry or thirsty?” I kneeled down to pet Bo.

  “I would like a water, but I’ll get it. Do you want me to bring you one?”

  “Yes. I’ll be in my bedroom.” Bo and I walked to my bedroom, and he found his spot on the blankets next to my bed. Jason slowly wandered in afterward and sat on the bed. He reached into the bag he had with him and pulled out money.

  “Thank you.” I took the money and put it in an envelope I had on my desk.

  “Maybe you should tell her this is your last month’s notice and move in with me.”

  I grinned at him for the awesome offer. It was empowering that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. “I will stay with you, but I will always give her money. She’s been there for me, and I will never abandon her.”

  “That’s a lot of money for an apartment.”

  “Heather pays for everything for me. The phone I have is really hers. She buys groceries and pays the cable bill. I think it’s fair.” I was rambling. I didn’t want him knowing this.

  I took the envelope and left the room. I knocked on Heather’s door. I heard the television in the background. She opened the door, and I gave her the envelope and said good night. She looked disappointed but didn’t say anything.

  When I went back to my room, Jason was snooping.

  “What are you looking for? Maybe I could help you find it?” I closed the door and smiled. He sat on the edge of the bed and faced me.

  “You read at night?” He gestured to the Bible sitting on my nightstand.

  “When I can’t sleep, I do read. That book was my grandfather’s. He has lots of things written in it and highlighted. When I can’t sleep, which is a lot, I read it. It makes me feel closer to him.” I reached for his bag on the floor and pulled his clothes out to set them on the desk. I refolded the shirts and jeans in a nice straight pile. I was uncomfortable talking about my grandfather. Jason started talking first.

  “I was asked by my brothers-in-law to go on a retreat.”

  I raised my eyebrows, surprised.

  “It’s kind of something they do together every year, but my dad goes. This year, with everything going on, they thought I should go too.” He looked away like he was in deep thought.

  “I think it’s a great idea, just the four of you?”

  Jason was rubbing his chin. “No, Dad would stay home, and the three of us would meet up with some others from the church we grew up in.”

  “You should go, even though I know you feel weird about it. Go hang out with your family. I think it will be really good for you.” I walked over and sat next to him on the bed. “You have this idea because you were bad that you can never be forgiven. My grandfather was a not-so-nice man once. I only knew him with the Bible, but I heard stories. When I knew him, he was very spiritual. He was quiet, didn’t say much, but you just felt better being around him. You should take the Bible with you. My grandfather would want you to have it, and maybe you’ll read it and, I don’t know, sleep better.” I laughed bumping his arm with my shoulder, and he laughed too.

  My body leaned into his on the bed and I played with his hands. I’m not sure why, but I was so fascinated by his big, strong, rough hands. His hands had worked, seen the world, and they told stories about their adventures. I had never seen hands like his; even my bodyguards’ hands appeared softer than his. I felt small when I set my hands in his, delicate even. I glanced up at him and the sides of his mouth curved up sl
owly as I interlaced our fingers.

  “So I went to the doctor’s today.” I let go of his hand and walked over to my purse. I reached in like I was performing my own magic trick and pulled out birth control pills. “I got samples, three months’ worth.” I was quite proud of myself. “She said I have to wait for my period to start before taking the pills. Until then”—I held out condoms—“we can use these, and she made no comment on how lucky I was when I said large. It was a classy place.” He smiled, and I threw a condom at him. “I talked to my friends at work today about you. They gave me some sex pointers.”

  “Oh yeah, you talked about me?” His smile was contagious.

  “They told me that men like it when you tell them what you want.” I started to take my shirt off, and I saw his eyes light up. I took my time taking off my pants, doing a little dance and kicking them off. I stood there in my lacy bra and panties and reached up to pull my hair out of my ponytail. I shook my head, my hair spilling over my breasts. It was like tiny fingers touching me. I licked my lips. Watching him gaze at me was intoxicating. I undid my bra and began playing with my breasts. Jason was biting his lip, almost hypnotized by watching me. I ran my fingers over my lips dipping them inside and sucking them slowly, then I swiped my saliva filled fingers over my nipples and began playing, pinching and pulling them. I continued to tease him. I took my thumbs and put them under the sides of my panties and slowly moved them down my legs. I stepped out of them, closer to him.

  “Jason…” I looked up at him, his eyes half lidded. He was in a trance. “Will you…eat me out?” I said it slowly, and as I finished, I found myself flying through the air. Jason was on me. “That will do it!”

  He was kissing me hard and demanding. It was rough and intense, and my body craved every bit of it. He put his mouth on my nipple and slightly bit down. I moaned, surprised myself at how loud I was. He lifted his head and did the same thing to the other one. I was grabbing the sheets with my fists, trying to stay grounded. He didn’t waste any time moving his way down to my very throbbing pussy. He lifted each calf and positioned them over his shoulders. I crossed them over his upper back, trying hard not to squeeze him with my legs. I felt the need to explode on the first touch. He used only his mouth this time. I leaned on my elbows to watch him, and the sight of his mouth on my sex made me lose all control. I pushed my hips up, trying to make the contact harder in some way. He watched me through his lashes, and I think he was smiling. He knew how close I was and was holding back, purposely.

  “Please, Jason.” I heard it come out, but didn’t remember saying it. He pulled away slightly, and I dropped my elbows and fell flat on the bed, defeated. He drove me crazy.

  “Please what?” I heard his cocky voice but was too needy to not play his game.

  “Pretty please make me come.” I said the last word slowly. Talking dirty was driving him insane, and I knew it.

  His mouth landed on my pussy. I felt his tongue explore me all over, and then it was all business. I came within seconds, thrusting my hips and moaning. I felt so much better. I was smiling. I couldn’t control it. I heard the condom wrapper, and I rolled out of bed. I walked around to the side of the bed he was sitting on.

  “Wait, not yet.” I grabbed his hand that was about to put on the condom. He gave me a very painful look. “I have an idea.” I moved him over to the end of the bed facing the closet. “I know you secretly like to watch.”

  Jason eyed me, but did what I said. I moved the full standing mirror in front of the closet to where the door of the closet would be if it had one. I adjusted it until I saw his beautiful body in the mirror. The mirror filled the whole spot where the door would have been, and we were far enough back he could see all of himself, from the floor, to the bed, to a couple feet over his head. I moved in front of him swaying my hips trying to give him a little show. A teasing smile played on my lips.

  “Just look in the mirror. Just watch me in the mirror.” His breathing pattern sped up, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he lost all sense of control. I kneeled before him and took his cock in my mouth. Then I moved to the side so he could watch in the mirror. I relaxed my throat and started my favorite new trick. My mind and mouth completely wrapped around his large cock in my hands and mouth. His loud moans and animal growls were spurring on my theatrical performance.

  He took a sharp breath in. “Fuck.” He grabbed my hair and pushed his penis far down my throat. I could tell he was getting close to losing control because he was more forceful. I pulled my head back breaking the suction with a loud “pop.” He broke his contact from the mirror and looked at me, his eyebrows raised. I could tell he was going to say something, but I put my finger on his lips and leaned in to kiss him gently.

  “OK, put the condom on, but watch me in the mirror.”

  His hands fumbled and he hurried to put on the condom. It made me smile. I straddled him on the edge of the bed, making sure I wasn’t in the way of the mirror, slowly maneuvered my sex over his penis, and then very slowly sat down on him. I moved back and forth, my movement unhurried. I was trying to dance on him with my hips. It felt incredibly good to me, but I was sure it wasn’t what he wanted. I watched his face as he stared in the mirror, and he was tense, jaw clenched, mouth in a straight line. He looked like he was in pain.

  I lifted Jason’s hands and placed them on my lower back. I felt him tracing lines up and down my back with his fingers. I pressed my body close to him rubbing my nipples against his sweaty chest. I changed my motion and began to rise up steadily and then crash down on him. I loved that connection and the sound that filled the room. It gave me a sensation throughout my whole body. I could tell he felt it too. His breathing became more labored; his fingers became nails down my back. I gripped his muscular arms my fingers digging into his skin, trying to hold on for what I knew was about to happen. My nails bit into his arms, and that’s when he lost it. He grabbed my hips, held them still, and began powerful thrusts into me. He was someone else now; someone else took over, and he was hungry. I closed my eyes and held on and focused on his breathing and his smell. I lost myself in him. I could taste his hunger it was so palpable. My orgasm hit me hard. I threw my head back and squeezed his arms. My nails dug deeper into his flesh, and I felt my pussy ripple over and over again around him. I heard him scream my name in a grunt and watched him throw his hips up one more time with all his strength. He was so beautiful. He closed his eyes and lay back on the bed, pulling me with him. He was still breathing hard. I just stared at him as his eyes began to flutter back open. He put one arm behind his head. The other was still resting on my lower back.

  “So I like your work friends.” He said it with a laugh. “Seriously, ‘eat me out’?” He raised an eyebrow, it was playful, and I laughed. “That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

  I laughed louder, and he gave me a goofy grin.

  “OK, they said, ‘Tell him what you want him to do. If he’s already horny, the dirtier the better.’ I came up with it myself. It was the dirtiest thing I could think of at the time.”

  Jason closed his eyes and smiled. He pulled me closer so I was resting on top of him. “You are full of surprises.”

  I snuggled closer to his sweaty body, and we lay like that for a while. He rolled me over and pulled out of me, and I saw him grab his pajama bottoms before he left my bedroom. I turned onto my side and stared at the door and waited for his return. He came back wearing his pajama bottoms and carrying waters. He drank his water and looked at me, scanning my body. I quickly grabbed the sheets to cover myself. He laughed and I think spit some water out.

  He reached over and handed me a bottle of water. Then he stepped back to take off his pajama bottoms before getting in bed with me. Jason propped himself up on his side with the pillow under his head. He seemed to be mesmerized by me. I was very relaxed and comfortable with him when he was like this. It was enjoyable to have his now-topaz eyes dance over me. I felt loved.

  “Jason, have yo
u ever read the Bible?” I took a small drink of water, patiently waiting for his response.

  “Parts. I was raised in church when I was younger, but stopped after high school. Have you read it?” This was very awkward for him, I could tell. His voice was short, and he was no longer smiling.

  “I think most of it. My grandfather would read it while we were doing charity work, and I did too.” I watched him closely and saw his jaw clench. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and it bothered me. “I have been thinking a lot about the Bible lately. Well, a story told in the Bible.”

  I stopped talking, trying to gauge if he was receptive to this kind of talking. I lay next to him, mirroring his body, his eyes firmly attached to mine. He didn’t shift from his position, so I continued.

  “The story of Adam and Eve, I have always pictured the two of them in this beautiful place filled with flowers and trees and waterfalls. It was a very euphoric place. I think they cared for each other, and for maybe a hundred years they lived like that. They both stayed away from the forbidden fruit for a long time. Satan was always around tempting them, but one day Eve had a feeling. She followed her heart, knew there could be more to living. She and Adam were put there to obey God, but also to have many children, which was ironic because she couldn’t have children. She wasn’t mortal yet. Eve was confident in God’s love for her. She knew there would be consequences for her actions, but she was ready for more. Before, Eve went about her days numb. She wasn’t happy or sad. She didn’t love or hate. I bet after she took a bite of the apple, colors were brighter, the sounds the birds made cheerier. I don’t think Satan talked her into it. I think she reached a point and said, ‘Why the hell not,’ and the fruit was just something she needed to do to feel…mortal.” I stopped talking and took a deep breath. “I think Adam ate the fruit because he wanted to protect her. His action was instinctual. He knew God was going to be pissed, and he wasn’t going to let her go down alone. What Eve did was the best thing that could have ever happened. Life wasn’t perfect. After that, they were asked to leave the place they had known and start over. People blame her for defying God and convincing Adam to do the same. I envy her courage. It would have been a lot easier for her to have not eaten the apple. She chose the more difficult path. Eve is kind of a badass.”

 

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