by Morgan Fox
“I hope you’re in the mood for a quick dip in the pool. I thought it might be relaxing.”
“I—I don’t have a bathing suit,” she reminded him.
The corner of his mouth curved upward. “That’s easily fixed.” He took his shorts off and tossed them at her. “Bring those in when you come in, would you?”
She clung to the soft fabric he’d tossed her way. Her mouth went dry as she stared at his impressive cock and firm ass. He was not only handsome, but physically perfect. She could hardly breathe as she contemplated all the naughty things she hoped to do with him. If she could get her brain to function properly, that was.
Chapter Three
Victor was having more fun than he’d had in forever. Janie was the sweetest contrast to the women he normally brought home. First, he’d sprung an erection as she rode up on her motorcycle. He usually had better self-control. Second, seeing her again had left him excited. He never got excited. Third, the way her jeans hugged her thighs and the leather of her jacket hugged her full, round breasts, he wanted to have her right then and there. It had taken every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep from ravaging her on his doorstep. He had plans for her—temptingly wicked plans.
Dozens of candles lit the way toward the back of the house where the swimming pool was. A soft blue glow sprung out of the pool and the crashing of water from the stone waterfall filled the air with a soft hissing sound. This was his personal oasis—the one location where he could forget the world outside existed.
“Do you normally go around dropping your pants in front of women you don’t know?”
He slanted her with a look as he placed two towels on the lounge chairs beside the pool. “Would you have preferred I left them on?” He faced her, his erection fierce.
“Apparently, you might have torn right through them with that thing.” She pointed toward his penis.
He grinned. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I took them off.”
“Wouldn’t want you to have to go buy new ones, would we?”
Janie’s sarcastic tone was a total turn-on. So was her willingness to look him over without fear or apprehension. She was witty and direct, and damn it if he didn’t like that about her, too.
“Can I get you a drink?” He moved behind the patio bar, as if he’d done it a million times, entertaining guests.
“Now this is certainly a change of pace for me. Who would’ve guessed you could be a bartender?” She snickered, arching a curious brow. “Do you have beer or just those classic gentlemen drinks you were ordering?”
She moved toward him as he reached in and pulled out a German imported beer. “Kölsch, okay?”
“Now I’m impressed.” She took the beer from his hand, smiling. “Thanks.”
“Believe it or not, I enjoy beer as well as other drinks.” He enjoyed pretty much anything that tasted good. He wasn’t always interested in the best things money could buy. Sometimes he just enjoyed things for what they were. Growing up with asshole parents, he hadn’t had much choice. But that wasn’t something he told most people. He had an image—one that had been given to him for the occupation and success he’d achieved.
He popped the top off a beer for himself and sipped it, unable to take his eyes off her as she did the same. “Take off your clothes,” he told her. He wanted to see her naked. He also wanted to see just how submissive she might be.
“Why don’t you worry about your own nudity and I’ll worry about mine,” she said, taking another sip of her beer.
“Take off your clothes,” he repeated more sternly.
“Is this the point where you go all,” she lowered her voice and continued, “Me Tarzan. You Jane. Me stick cock in you now.”
He leaned against the bar, the corner of his mouth teasing upward into a grin. “I’ve been fantasizing about seeing your naked all night long. I don’t want to wait any longer. Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes searching his. There was an intensity in her eyes that had his cock hardening more. She looked fierce, almost primal.
Fuck me, she’s hot.
“I’ll take my clothes off when I’m ready, so stop asking.” She chugged her beer. “Men who order women around creep me out a little. So stop or I’m out of here.”
He chuckled. “This is truly a first for me. I’ve never had so much difficulty in getting a woman to take her clothes off.”
She gaped at him. “Seriously? Are you really about to tell me that you’ve used that line on other women and that shit really works?” She laughed. “You must like fucking bimbos with no self-respect.”
He nodded, finishing his beer. “You could be on to something.”
“I’m not sure if I should appreciate the fact that you’re honest or smack myself for not leaving while I still can.”
He smiled crookedly. “Sweetheart, that ship sailed the moment you got off the motorcycle and walked through my door.” He moved around the bar, spun her barstool around, and stepped up between her spread legs. “Admit it, you want me just as much as I want you. It’s why you’re here. You want something from me and I want something from you. I bet, if I put my hand down your pants, I’d find your pussy dripping wet.”
He cupped her face in his hands, arching her chin up to meet his gaze. “Am I wrong?”
She shook her head, licking her lips. “No-o,” she stammered.
“Then stop fighting me and take off your clothes.” He moved away from her and jumped into the pool. Surfacing again, he saw that she was still sitting on the barstool. “Such a shame.”
He floated on his back, staring up into the vast night sky. He noticed movement from the corner of his eye and looked her way. She was slowly shrugging out of her clothing. His body stirred as she removed her boots, socks, jacket, jeans, and shirt. She kept on her bra and panties.
“If you’re too nervous to get completely naked, I understand,” he said, standing with the water teasing his waist. “Some people just can’t get over the fear.”
He swore her eyes flickered red, a fiery heat that warned him that he was pushing her buttons and playing with gasoline. She didn’t like to be tested. Didn’t like to be challenged. Seeing the intensity of her glare ignite only made him want to have her more.
“If you need to cover back up, I placed a towel on the lounge chair.”
She unclasped her bra and pulled the material free, adding it to the pile that rested on the ground beside her feet. Then she lowered her panties down her legs, stepping free of them.
She dug her hands into her hips. “Is this better?”
She had a deliciously sexy body and he was going to come before he even had a chance to fuck her. He honestly didn’t think she had it in her. But once again, the feisty little bartender was proving him wrong.
He took his fill of her body, eyeing her full breasts, curvy hips, and the dark patch of hair between her legs. Need consumed him. “Get into the pool.”
“You have this thing about giving orders,” she reminded him, still glaring as if pissed. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that you get more bees with honey?”
He smiled, the reaction strange to him. Not many things pleased him enough to do so. Janie clearly did. “I don’t mind either way. With you standing up there, I get the perfect view of your tits and pussy. But if you were in here with me—” He let the words go unspoken, hoping she’d picture exactly what they could be doing if she were with him instead of apart.
* * * *
I’ve lost my mind.
The cool night air teased over Janie’s nipples and the hair all over her body stood on end. Never in her life had she been so brazen, felt so sexy and desired. Maybe that was why she’d taken off her bra and panties, tossed caution into the wind, and stood in front of Victor like a teasing piece of ass.
The hunger that filled his gaze as he glanced over her body appreciatively, had a throb building between her legs. Breathless and consumed with need, she glided down the steps of the pool and into
the water, sinking until the water wrapped around her shoulders.
“Come here.”
Victor obviously liked to give orders, but that didn’t mean she had to follow them. “No,” she replied defiantly.
“You’ve made it this far. Why resist now?”
His expression was blank, which made it difficult to gage his reaction. She licked her dry lips, swallowing down the lump in her throat.
“Ask nicely,” she demanded, firing up the courage to stand her ground.
As tempting as Victor was, she wouldn’t give into him. That wasn’t who she was, and damn it, she wasn’t going to alter herself based on fear.
“Come here,” he repeated.
She gnashed her teeth together, frowning. “Stop ordering and ask nicely.”
She almost didn’t recognize the husky sound of her voice. And when he moved across the pool to close the distance between them, she couldn’t breathe. He came at her like a primal animal would his prey, taking her by the hand and leading her back to the steps.
“I’m over the games, Janie and I’m tired of waiting.” On a gasp, he guided her down to the steps so that only her knees were in the water and her hands rested on the edge of the pool. He came up behind her, massaging her hips and ass. She almost lost all coherent thought as his tongue grazed over the flesh of her ass and then slipped between her cheeks to massage her anus.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, but he held her in place, not letting her escape.
No one had ever touched her so intimately before. But instead of apprehension, she felt wicked and more heat pooled between her legs.
“I will have you tonight, Janie. Every way I can.”
She shivered, as his mouth moved over her pussy lips, his tongue licking her from front to back. Then she gasped as his finger plunged inside her wet hole.
“Someone’s excited,” he rasped, adding another finger.
When he stopped touching her, she held perfectly still, waiting for the next tantalizing assault on her body. Then he stood beside her, offering her his hand as he led her from the pool to the lounge chair.
“Lay down.” Again his words were orders, his expression blank.
The needs of her body overruled her willingness to argue. She did as he demanded.
He dropped the towel he’d placed on the other chair onto the ground and knelt on it, encouraging her legs apart. He dragged his tongue over his lips before moving to taste her slickness. She quivered as he sampled her, sucking on her clit, and shoving two fingers inside her. With his index finger and thumb, he spread her pussy lips, bringing the hood of her clit up. He clamped his mouth around the sensitive bud and feverishly sucked until her world shattered. White blotches filled her vision as she came. She cried out as her body rode the waves of an earthshattering orgasm.
She writhed in his hands as he continued to taste her, his fingers moving in and out of her as her core squeezed them tight. She shivered, clawing for his head, twisting her finger in his hair. Her grip tightened as she’d reached the limit of sensitivity.
“Stop,” she ordered, bringing his head up to look at him. “I can’t take anymore.”
The flicker of his devilish grin had flutters of desire ravaging her. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
He stood, and she was thankful for the moment. But it was quickly over as he reached for her hand and pulled her up. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. At first she squirmed, not sure if she could handle the taste of herself on his lips. But the way he kissed her, held her, overpowered her mind to think of only him and the passion that exploded between them, she couldn’t resist.
His tongue slipped between her lips, dueling with hers. He used his size and strength to guide her, moving her head in the direction that would give him the best angle to deepen the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. Her nipples scraped over his chest, heightening the arousal.
She gasped as he lifted her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He moved them back to the bar and placed her bottom on a stool. Then he reached inside a box on the counter and she knew it was a condom. He parted briefly to put it on and returned to kissing her. His mouth trailed from her lips, down her throat, and settled on her breast. She held the back of his head as he feasted on her erect and sensitive nipple.
Standing, he gripped her hips and brought her to the edge of the stool, then, with her legs wrapped around his hips, he shoved inside her. She gasped as he filled her, his thickness forcing her eyes closed as she adjusted to his size.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said with a groan, arching his chin up as if to stare toward the heavens above.
Breathless and panting, she muttered, “It’s been awhile.”
His hips moved slowly, thrusting easy until she clawed at his ass to move faster—the heels of her feet pulling against his body, beckoning him.
He drilled into her, his pace more aggressive. A tingling heat burned through her veins. Just when she thought things were beginning to build, he stopped, and moved back to pull her off the barstool. He encouraged her to turn around and bend over the stool. Once again, crushing his pelvis against her ass, he slipped back inside her slick core.
“Oh, God,” she cried as he glided over the spot that would have her eyes rolling back in her head in seconds. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Feels so good.”
“Now who’s giving orders,” he teased, drilling inside her.
She didn’t care that she was begging. It felt too good to worry about such things. Victor was giving her exactly what she needed—hot sex without strings. What more could she ever need?
The air in her lungs burned hotter and the explosion of her orgasm sent her reeling over the edge of reason. Her pussy clamped around his hard cock and she felt him pulse inside her, then she heard his guttural groan as he came.
The moment was surreal, as she clung to the barstool, her ass waving in the air like a banner of need. Cool air smacked against her skin as he stepped away. She straightened herself, clawing at the bar for balance.
The sound of a bottle sliding across the counter caught her attention and she looked up to see that he’d offered her some water. She opened the bottle and drank. Her mouth had gone bone dry and she was thankful for the chilled liquid. Then she met his piercing blue gaze, which was still dangerously sexy and a quiver rocked through her. The moment of the awkward after sex hit her hard.
An immediate need to flee surfaced. “I guess I should go,” she said, placing the bottle back on the bar and turning to search for her clothing. Victor headed toward the lounge chair and picked his towel off the ground, wrapping it around him. “I’m glad you came.”
She blushed at both his choice of words and the fact that she was glad fear hadn’t stopped her from coming, too.
She dressed. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”
He nodded, walking her to the door. She never said another word as she mounted her motorcycle. But when he closed the distance between them and kissed her, the world seemed to spin just a bit faster. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a thanks-for-the-great-fuck kind of kiss.
As he moved away, she inhaled a deep, calming breath and fired up her bike. Without looking back, she headed home.
Chapter Four
Janie had a little extra peep in her step as she prepared for her new contract gig downtown. She wore the most professional suit she owned and had her blonde hair tucked up on her head in a delicate bun. Finishing up the final touches of her makeup, she moved into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat before leaving.
“Wow, you must really want to impress your new boss,” Josh teased. “I can’t make out if you’re trying to look like a sultry banker or a naughty librarian.”
“Ha. Ha. Aren’t you funny?” Janie rolled her eyes. “Someone has to make sure you’re not a dumbass for the rest of your life.”
“Ouch,” Josh said with a smile. “Nice comeback, Sis. You’ve been practicing, I see.”
She shrugged
, pouring some coffee into her travel mug. The toaster popped and she grabbed the bagel she’d placed in it. As she passed Josh who was sitting at the dining room table, she patted his head.
“Now you be a good boy and go to school and make me proud.”
Before she could reach the door, Josh closed his hand around her wrist to stop her. When she turned to face him, he pulled her into a hug. The embrace lasted a bit longer than she’d expected. He eased back to look at her.
“Thanks,” he muttered. “I love you, Janie.”
She kissed his cheek. “I love you, too, little brother. Now let me go so I can get to work on time.”
“Okay. Be home for dinner. I’m making hot dogs and mac and cheese.”
“Sounds perfect,” she told him, waving her free hand at him as she headed toward her car.
The drive downtown was hectic. She’d expected heavy traffic, but downtown congestion seemed to be worse today thanks to an accident that happened on the main highway. Even with the road issue, she made it to the office in plenty of time to meet up with Wanda Perkins, the HR Manager at the firm.
She knocked on her office door and was instantly greeted by a middle-aged, red-haired woman. “You must be Janie,” she said with a broad smile.
“Yes, Janie Tatum,” Janie confirmed, reaching out her hand for a professional greeting.
“Wanda Perkins. I’m so pleased you could join us this week. One of our assistants has fallen sick with the flu and we are desperate to have someone with experience fill her shoes.”
“Well, I’ve got administrative experience, Ms. Perkins. However, I’ve never worked at a legal firm before.”
“It shouldn’t been too difficult. With what I saw of your references and resume, you’re pretty diverse. Your recruiter assured me that you pick things up quickly.”
“I do. It’s one of the reasons I like contract work.”
“Excellent,” Wanda cheered. “Let me show you to your desk so you can put your things down and then I’ll give you the quick tour of the office.”
