by T V Hartwell
“I can’t believe you, Jake Doyle.”
“Can’t believe what?”
“You and Samantha. I know you slept with her. It was written all over your face. Plus, I could see the desperation in her eyes when I showed up.”
Jake tried to laugh it off, not confirming or denying the assertion.
“See . . . you’re not even denying it.” Julie sighed with frustration and desire in her body language. “She’s not even your type, Jake.”
How do you know my type? Jake thought as he smirked.
“I’m not going to let you live this one down. Seriously, I’m insulted. I thought your standards were higher,” she said all huffy, flipping her long, dark hair back, calling attention to herself.
Jake chuckled at her antics. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?” he said looking directly into her eyes, but she broke his gaze and glanced down as if she had too much pride to say exactly how in fact that could be accomplished.
To assure her that he wanted to experience with her the same thing she wanted to experience with him, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly. “Want to go upstairs? I’ll treat you to a drink.”
“Oh, all right,” she said, as if caving in to him begrudgingly. Jake pulled her along still clinging to her fingers. She clung back, not letting go.
“Wait,” she said before they headed upstairs to the Jonathan Club’s bar. Julie detoured by leading him down a hall, still clutching his fingers, until they arrived outside the door of the ladies’ room. “I’ll be out in a sec. Stay right here,” she said and then stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
“Okay,” Jake said, then pulled out his smart phone to check messages.
Less than a minute later, the door to the ladies’ room flung open and Julie poked her head out. “All clear. Want to have a look?”
“Have a look at what?”
“At me!” she said and then pulled Jake by the wrist into the room with her. When he stepped in, she closed the door behind him and turned the lock. “I have a better idea of how you can make it up to me for your indiscretion.”
“And what was my indiscretion?”
“Letting Samantha have a taste before me,” she said before stepping into him, placing her hands to his chest, and pressing her lips to his.
Jake responded immediately, placing his hands to her hips, kissing her back. “You picked the perfect spot for me to make up for my indiscretion,” he said, observing the single-stall restroom they were in which would ensure a degree of privacy. He resumed kissing her and then stopped, using his right hand to push her hair away from her face slightly, and then caressed her jaw while lightly rubbing his thumb to her cheek and kissed her again and again, and again, pulling on her moist, succulent lips with his own.
Julie melted at Jake’s touch and she moaned in satisfaction. “Finally, I get to have you,” she said. “You’ve kept me waiting for so long.”
Jake grinned and moaned at the same time and then again pressed his mouth to hers as he allowed his right hand to slip back down to the side of her hip and then with both hands, he grabbed hold of her ass, tightly. Julie gasped in startled pleasure at Jake’s physical aggressiveness.
Seeing how quickly the intimidating, tough-minded, self-confident woman succumbed to his touch, Jake began to take control of matters, inserting his tongue into her mouth to explore it. He started off with a gentle probe, her tongue probing back against his, but when Julie slipped her hands under his suit jacket to feel and caress his muscular pecs, Jake responded by kissing her more intensely, his nose pressed to hers, allowing his breath to meet hers on the exhale.
He then took one of her hands from his chest and placed it to the bulging erection down below in his pants. “Look at what you’ve caused.”
Julie chuckled and smiled broadly, as she squeezed and dry rubbed him.
“Have your way with it. Torture me,” he said invitingly as he unbuckled his belt, prompting her to do the rest.
She unzipped his pants and giggled, seeing the big bulge pressed against his crisp white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. “Ooh la la.” She then began to rub and squeeze his member some more.
Jake quickly pulled off his jacket and when he turned to hang it on the coat hook attached to the back of the door, he felt a hard pinch to his butt cheek.
“Shit. Oh my God,” Julie said. “Those are the most amazing buns I’ve ever seen,” and then she pulled his briefs down slightly to get a better peek. Jake was careful not to disappoint, flexing his glutes and causing her to ogle and gush over him even more.
When he turned around to face her again, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his lean, defined torso and muscular pecs. Julie seemed to be completely beyond words as she beheld Jake’s body, having never seen that much of it before. As she placed her left hand to his chest and used her right to feel and rub Jake’s ripped abs, he lifted and held her face at the chin and resumed kissing her. He then pulled her blouse up and out from her skirt, reached under it and lifted his hands up to her breasts to caress and squeeze them. It looked as though the feel of his masculine hands against her flesh was about to send her into a state of shock as she gasped repeatedly with short breaths. The sometimes bossy woman who’d basically trained Jake and showed him the ropes as a young attorney was now under his control, and he enjoyed watching her swoon over him.
Feeling overwhelmed and weak at the onslaught of sensations arresting her body and mind, Julie collapsed slowly to her knees, licking Jake’s chest and abs on her way down to the throbbing body member that yearned the most for her attention. Breathing heavy and her mouth thirsty with lust, she yanked Jake’s briefs down, releasing his fully erect tool, which popped up free from the last piece of clothing that held it down.
“Oh my fucking God, Jake . . . you are so beautiful,” she said with such passion, desire, and longing in her voice that she sounded on the verge of tears. Julie then extended her tongue and licked the length of his shaft as if she were savoring the taste of the most amazing ice cream pop ever. But then she suddenly went full bore on him as if she’d become possessed, furiously sucking for dear life.
Oh my God, you’re a fucking beast, Jake thought as he placed his hands to her head to temper the vigorous stimulation being applied to his member. He strained and contracted his abs tightly to control his excitement so as not to come too soon.
Julie pulled back and used her hand to stroke him rapidly sending Jake into a shiver of ecstasy as he held his pelvis forward to aid in her handiwork. Then she looked up at him as she licked and sucked his balls.
“You’re amazing,” Jake slurred before tilting his head back, and closing his eyes, losing himself in the feeling and sensation of her hot mouth.
Julie then stood up to face him, lifted her hands up under skirt, and pulled her panties down to the top of her knees. She took Jake’s left hand and guided it so that he could feel her wetness. When he inserted his finger into her, she gasped and moaned repeatedly, appearing dazed.
“You’re so tight,” he said.
“It’s been a while, but I’d love to have your cock stretch me open, nice and wide,” she said as she took Jake’s member into her hand and guided it so that the tip of its head rubbed against the slick lips of her sex.
Jake took over from there, keeping her skirt raised by placing his hands to her hips while bending his knees slightly and thrusting his pelvis in a slow, fucking motion to poke her without going all the way in. “Ooh . . . ooh,” he said with a grin of satisfaction on his face as he teased her, but eager and ready to drive himself right through her slit and straight to the deepest reaches of her warm, wet canal of love.
“You like that?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“You want to go all the way?”
Jake grinned and raised his eyebrows, looking like a schoolboy who was about to have his fantasy with a hot teacher come true. “Yeah,” he said slowly, all cute and bashful, but very eager.
Then suddenly
she reached down and started to stroke him again, rapidly and hard, sending Jake into a shiver of delirium, gasping for air and contracting his abs tightly to control a premature release.
“Okay, but under one condition,” Julie said, stopping the torture, but still gripping him tightly with her hand. “You must promise not to fuck Samantha again.”
“What?” he exclaimed.
She resumed stroking him hard and rapid, making him crazy and driving him to the edge, then stopped. “Promise me,” she demanded, now looking and acting very much like her usual self—confident, self-possessed, and in control.
“Fuck. Okay,” he said in surrender now fully aroused and wanting to get off.
“That a boy,” Julie said, placing her hands to his shoulders and kissing his lips sensually. “If I allow you to start fucking me, I’m not going to share you”—to which Jake’s eyes widened in WTF fashion—“especially with another chick from the office.”
Jake didn’t verbalize a response; he couldn’t. He just looked at her agreeably, ready to move on. Thinking he had the green light to proceed, he held her hips more tightly and bent his knees slightly to reposition himself back to the soft and inviting lips of her sex.
Just as he was about to poke through, she stopped him again.
“Not so fast,” she said and then stepped back to pull up her panties. “I have another meeting to run to now, and I can’t be late.” As she stepped away from him and turned to the mirror to primp and straighten her clothing, Jake stood unable to move—mouth agape, pants down, and dick pointing straight up at attention.
“What the fuck. You’re going to just leave me hangin’ like this?” he managed to finally say with a sly chuckle to mask his irritation.
“Honey, I’m sorry,” she said tauntingly as she gave him the once-over, zeroing in on his erection, and feeling good about herself. “You’re so incredibly hot and you look very temping right now, but I have to run. Plus, I don’t have any condoms with me. We’ll continue this later, I promise,” she said, sounding all motherly.
“What a fucking tease,” he said under his breath as he bent over to pull up his undies and pants.
“I heard that,” she said, but not really caring as she reapplied her lip gloss, grinning.
No wonder you’re so fucking tight and alone. You’re too serious and anal retentive to ever get laid, he wanted to say but didn’t, to avoid screwing things up and ruining his chances.
Annoyed and frustrated, Jake wasn’t used to being teased, taunted, and played like that. He typically got what he wanted, especially in the sex department. However, he sucked it up and played along, determined to have Julie’s long legs wrapped around him sooner rather than later, just as he’d imagined and on his terms.
* * *
Chapter Twenty-Three
While Jake navigated his return to the singles scene somewhat haphazardly with random hookups and sexual liaisons with office colleagues, Amanda, in contrast, stuck with what she knew and had already tested and tried out. Adam was still available or perhaps he’d suddenly made himself available when he’d learned of the demise of her relationship with Jake, she surmised. With Adam one never really knew, he managed to keep his love life relatively private and low key. That was until he’d started dating Amanda when she and Jake had taken a hiatus from one another back when. During that brief courtship, Adam seemed more than happy to have Amanda on his arm and linked to him formally as his girlfriend and potential wife. Something that made her feel a bit uneasy at the time.
However now, finding herself suddenly and unexpectedly single again and no longer pregnant with Jake’s baby, having a ready-made suitor like Adam waiting for her in the wings grew more appealing by the day. Although he’d been calling or texting her every day, gently and persistently trying to make his way back into her life, she’d only seen him twice since her and Jake’s breakup. She’d been deliberately keeping him at bay during her pregnancy, thinking that her impending move to London to secretly carry the baby to term would’ve kept her from seeing him for a while. In light of that, she didn’t want to lead him on or give false hope that a rekindled relationship would’ve been possible anytime soon. Amanda’s plan had been to keep Adam, along with most of her other friends, in the dark about the pregnancy. The story would’ve been that she’d decided to disappear for a few months under the guise that she needed time away and intended to take an extended holiday overseas—something that wouldn’t have seemed that far-fetched for a billionaire heiress who didn’t have to work to support herself or her lifestyle. She’d thought occasional cryptic posts on Facebook with images of her on the beach in Marseille or on the ski slopes of the Swiss Alps would’ve been enough to keep her friends updated on her whereabouts so that they wouldn’t have worried or become suspicious of her prolonged absence.
Now that circumstances had changed, the idea of a knight in shining armor in the form of Adam Weinstock swooping in for the rescue, to pamper her, to hold her, to make her feel like a desirable woman again, a princess, went from a fleeting thought to something she’d begun to increasingly crave. His company, his charm, his wit, his humor, his generosity, his companionship, his love and affection, and even his fame. It had all been fine and dandy before, but her love for Jake had made Adam temporary, a stand-in, a place holder. This despite Adam being considered a hot catch in every way, especially in Hollywood. But Amanda had been too lovesick for Jake at the time for her relationship with Adam to be anything more than what it was. An extended fling. At least that’s how she’d viewed it. However now, she figured, she could explore things with him more freely and without the distraction of another guy in the back of her mind.
After her miscarriage, Amanda went away for a few weeks, spending time in New York with Lucy to reengage herself in their business venture, in addition to reconnecting with other girlfriends. She’d hosted a group of them, mostly those who should’ve been her bridesmaids, for a spur of the moment jaunt to Paris on the Climents’ Gulfstream jet. They lived it up and had a ball, eating the best French food, drinking the finest French wine, and luxuriating at Dior Institut, among the finest of Parisian spas. During their stay, they lived like French aristocrats taking up residence at the Climent family’s eighteenth-century residence near the Louvre and Palais Royal, in the heart of the French capital’s most fashionable district. It had been an extended Halloween weekend splurge in which Amanda and her girlfriends happily indulged at the behest of her father, Rick. All expenses paid. Amanda thought the gesture might have been overly generous, but she’d taken him up on it nonetheless, concluding that he simply wanted to do something nice for her in light of all she’d been through.
When she’d returned to LA, Amanda felt refreshed and rejuvenated, and had Adam on her mind. His daily calls and text messages, along with the weekly bouquet of fresh flowers he had delivered to her condo, began to pay off. She reached out to him as soon as she’d gotten back.
Hi! I’m back. Had too much fun, but glad to be home.
Adam responded immediately to her text. Hey. Welcome home. Glad to hear your trip went well. Miss you. Want to see you.
I want to see you too.
You do?
Of course I do.
After a few moments of delay, he replied. Sorry, I just fainted and fell off my chair at the news that you want to see me.
Amanda laughed out loud. You’re so silly.
Just sayin’. You haven’t exactly been jumping at the chance to see me the past few weeks.
Well, now I am. Is that okay with you?
Of course. Still in New York but I’ll be back Friday.
Great. Let’s have dinner.
Whoa. She’s asking ME to dinner? Who’s this girl? Is this really Amanda Climent?
Amanda giggled as she read his response. Yes. It’s really me.
I’m so thrilled right now, I can barely speak . . . I mean type. Haha.
It will be my treat. I’ll even pick you up.
Okay. Now I’m s
eriously in a state of shock.
Don’t be so melodramatic. I’ve treated you before.
True. But that was on my birthday. Otherwise I wouldn’t have allowed it. Since it’s not my birthday this Friday, what’s the occasion?
A salute to our friendship. Adam, really, you’ve been so wonderful and supportive during a very trying time. Treating you to dinner is the least I can do. Please let me.
You don’t have to beg. If allowing you to buy me dinner is what it takes to get face time with you then I’m all in. No argument here.
Perfect. I’ll reserve us a table at Artisan.
Perfect. Love Paul and his food. Hopefully, he’s there that night to say hello.
He probably will be. He’s usually there on the busy nights to greet his loyal followers.
Cool.
I’ll swing by to get you at 7:30 for an 8:00 reservation?
You’re really serious about this picking me up thing . . .
I am. No argument. Remember?
I’d be delighted to be taken for a spin in your Porsche. I think this will be a first, actually.
I think you’re right. I can’t recall you ever being in my car before. Oh well, there’s a first time for everything. Finally, you’ll see how a sports car ought to be driven.
Touche.
7:30?
Yes, please.
Great! Can’t wait to see you.
Am I dreaming right now?
Amanda rolled her eyes and grinned. Bye, Adam. Chat with you later.
I sure hope so, cause I don’t want to wake up from this dream until I see you Friday.
You can count on it.
* * *
Chapter Twenty-Four
As had been agreed, Amanda pulled up to Adam’s multi-million-dollar bachelor pad in the celebrity studded “bird streets” area of the Hollywood Hills, his neighbors included the likes of Leonardo DiCaprio, Matthew Perry, Tobey McGuire, and Keanu Reeves.
