by Kai Andersen
Relief at seeing a familiar face brought a genuine, unfettered smile to her face. That it was Jake caused her heart to beat in triple time. “Everything’s fine, Jake. I was just surprised to see you. What brings you out so late at night?”
“I thought you’d be up later than usual preparing for the presentation, so I brought you some authentic local food --” With a sheepish grin, he held up a paper bag. “-- for your pre-midnight snack.”
“Really?” Not even for one moment did she think to hide behind her usual tough exterior. Her voice was high with curiosity. “What did you bring?”
“Some puto and cassava cakes.”
“Oooh! How did you know I love those steamed cakes -- puto, right?” She knew she sounded like a little girl being handed a most coveted prize, but she didn’t care. “Do they have those salted duck eggs on top?”
He grinned. “Yes, and some others with cheese.”
“Great!” She grinned back. “This definitely earns you the right to enter my humble domain.” She stepped back and opened the door wide. “Come in.”
Jake realized there was a lot he didn’t know about her. Although he could read her thoughts and emotions most of the time, the lady could put up mental shields worthy of any full-powered empath, making him wonder if she had any powers of her own. Like right now, he thought she looked like she’d seen a ghost, but he couldn’t sense anything from her. As he stepped into her apartment, he hoped that it would provide clues to the real Adrienne.
Her home was warmly furnished and decorated. The walls were painted in cream tones and the sleek-lined upholstered furniture set on the far side from the entrance was a rich burgundy. A large coffee table had been stationed in front of the couch, and a DVD component system sat on a low cabinet against the opposite wall. Three racks crammed full of CDs indicated a healthy interest in music. Jake itched to flip through them and discover her tastes. He looked to his left, scanning the dining room, which contained a glass table and six chairs. Two doors led off from the main hall, which he guessed were the bedrooms.
“Here, have a seat.” Adrienne pulled out one of the dining room chairs. “I’ll get my things and we can polish up tomorrow’s presentation.”
She was a bit different tonight, warmer and less stiff. Was it because she was playing hostess? Or was it the office environment that forced her to adopt a more business-like attitude? Or maybe, she was finally ready to face her ... feelings for him?
He sat down absently on the chair, placing the bag of food on the table in front of him.
Ever since their first meeting when she’d been introduced as one of the team leaders in his division and he’d shaken her hand, he’d been sensing her lustful vibes. She hadn’t been the only one to feel an instant attraction. He had taken one look at her and fallen into lust with her. Even her short bob looked sexy on her heart-shaped face. He would surreptitiously watch her sway into his office for meetings and openly watch her sway out, his eyes drawn to her small waist and the come-hither movement of her provocative hips, luring attention to her deliciously soft tush.
Recently, he was receiving not only vibes, but seeing whole mental pictures of erotic scenes of the two of them entwined in a passionate kiss, their naked bodies entangled in ways that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but what they were -- heated, sexual romps. As the images rolled through his mind, hot blood rushed through him, stirring his quiescent penis to life.
“Here we are.” Adrienne placed a folder in front of him. “You can take a look at the PowerPoint slides I’ve done, but the ‘impact-ful’ conclusion that I’m looking for is eluding me at present. Maybe something will occur to you. In the meantime --” She smiled impishly as she took out the food from inside the paper bag. “-- I’m going to enjoy my snack.”
Adrienne ate the last of the puto from the plastic container. She felt a twinge of guilt at not leaving even one piece for Jake, but the cakes were so scrumptious that before she knew it, she was wolfing down the last piece. He was working so hard, too. His brow was knotted in concentration as he polished her presentation and helped her come up with the perfect conclusion. His pink tongue peeked out every so often, driving her crazy. She had to occupy her mouth with food to keep from leaning over and capturing that luscious appendage with her lips.
She forced her gaze away from his face before she could disgrace herself. Her eyes lit on his hand, which held the pen in a light grip as he wrote. His fingers were long and supple, and his fingernails were kept clean and short.
She imagined those hands cupping her naked breasts, brown against white, his thumbs tweaking her nipples into prominence, brushing across the dark brown areolas, rousing her desire ...
“There!” Jake put down the pen.
She jumped, focusing on his face and ignoring the sudden wetness in her panties.
He glanced over at her and smiled. “Are you okay?”
She found it hard not to smile back; his smile was that contagious. “Yes.”
“It’s done! You can go over it tomorrow morning; the meeting’s still in the afternoon.” He yawned and then stretched.
Adrienne couldn’t look away. She responded with a “Thanks,” but it was said in an absent manner. She still couldn’t believe her eyes. The boss that she knew wouldn’t have let her see him in such a display. The very act broke down some of the barriers of the boss-subordinate relationship between them, making them seem almost ... equal, like friends.
She found herself unable to maintain her usual distance from him. The threatening call earlier had eroded the cool distance she usually maintained, allowing her truer nature to come out. It felt so good to be with someone she knew, someone safe.
Anyway, she was feeling reckless. Lucien’s earlier comment came to mind. She wanted to see where this relationship would lead, outside of the office environment.
“How come I get to do the work,” Jake asked, arching a brow, “when it’s supposed to be your presentation?”
“That’s why I have a great feeling you’re going to prove to be such a wonderful boss.” She winked at him.
He laughed and then bounded up from the chair. “I feel the need for some exercise.” He made his way around the table and walked across the room to her component system. He scanned through the titles on her CD racks. “You’ve got some cool music here.”
She was distracted from the moment he presented his enchanting backside to her. She practically drooled. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on his --
Buns.
Jake took one of the CDs from its case and placed it into the slot, ready to play. He was amused. “Are you still hungry, Adrienne? After all those puto you ate, I can’t believe you still have room --”
“Hungry?” Her voice sounded preoccupied. “No, no ... Not hungry ... Well, maybe ...”
Hmmm ... His butt looks good ... good enough to eat ...
Jake almost choked. He finally realized what he was hearing, but ... his butt?
A thought-wave of desire drifted over him, washing him in the initial stirrings of feminine awareness. It had a tinge of Adrienne to it. She was sending him mental pictures of her hands on the fly of his trousers, brushing over his hardness as she pushed his pants down, of her hands roaming over his butt, stroking ... squeezing ... her long fingers splayed wide on his flesh ...
He whirled around.
Adrienne was looking at him through half-lidded eyes, straight at his groin, which was where his butt was before he turned. His cock stirred in answer to her heated gaze.
The mournful tones of the theme song from an old love story filled the room.
Of their own accord, his feet took him to Adrienne.
She glanced up, startled. Her eyes had turned dark brown. With need? Her unique fragrance wafted by him, heightening his sensual awareness of her.
As if in a dream, Jake held out his hand. He bowed. “May I have this dance?” His voice was low. The love song weaved a web of intimacy in the atmosphere.
“Yes.”
She placed her hand in his.
They danced, wrapped in each other’s arms. They moved around the small room in minute movements, swaying to their own internal music and rhythm.
Adrienne rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes.
A long, lonely time ...
This was what she had dreamed of for so long. She didn’t care if this was real or only her fantasy; she wanted this moment to last forever.
His male scent surrounded her, drugging her body and her mind. His chest beneath her cheek was warm and firm, moving with his every intake of air. And his arms -- oooh, they were holding her so tightly she couldn’t break free even if she wanted to. He felt just as she had imagined.
The hard bulge beneath his pants brushed against her stomach. Almost unconsciously, she rubbed against it, exaggerating her movements.
He groaned. “You’re going to kill me, baby.”
I hungered for your touch ...
Desire unfurled in her veins. She snuggled closer to him. He was no longer her boss; he was just Jake, the man who could burn her up with lust just by looking at her. Her hands caressed his back and her voice was husky as she said, “We can’t have that now, can we?”
Silent laughter tore through him. Pressed this close to him, she felt the vibrations going through his body.
“And what do you plan to do about it?”
Her hands inched downward until she was cupping his buttocks. “This.” His butt was tight, packed with muscles. She couldn’t wait to see, to touch, to ... eat him up.
He inhaled sharply. The slight bulge hardened even more, if that were possible.
She squeezed and massaged lightly. “And this.” She turned her head and looked up at him, gratified to see the wild lust in his eyes. “And if you allow, I’ll do even more.” Her voice thrummed with need. “I will kiss every inch of you, from your lips, down your luscious body to your throbbing cock, and -- oh heavens, I want to taste your sweet, sweet butt. And then --”
He choked. “Sweet butt?”
Adrienne grinned. He looked so adorable with that hint of red sweeping across his face. “Obviously, you’ve never seen your backside.” She made a face. “Believe me, many women in the office can be seen with mesmerized looks on their faces when you pass by.”
Despite his embarrassed protests, her statement turned him on. She felt his unmistakable arousal against her belly. She wondered how long he was, if he could reach to her womb --
“Even if I were able to see my own butt, I doubt I would have the same reaction as you do.” He ground against her in retaliation and insinuated a thigh between her legs.
She purred. She was so tempted to stroke her hungry core against his muscled thigh. She controlled herself, denying herself to heighten the anticipation. “As long as I’m allowed that reaction, I’m okay.” She didn’t know what she was saying anymore.
“Do you still want to dance?” His voice was thick.
“Yes --”
“Okay.”
She felt his reluctance as he tried to give in to her wishes. “But another kind of dance.” She allowed herself a small smile. “The one that doesn’t involve clothes.”
He paused for an infinitesimal second.
“You should have said so earlier,” was the last thing she heard from him before his lips captured hers, kissing her with passionate strokes. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, striking up a duel with her tongue.
He tore at her clothes, ripping them in his haste. Buttons clattered to the floor, but Adrienne barely noticed; she was too busy with his shirt, taking away the only barrier between her hands and his warm, satin-smooth skin. Muscles bunched where she touched, but he wasn’t overly muscular, just enough to give him a firm shape beneath any kind of clothing he wore.
He opened the snap of her skirt. She felt the material flutter to the floor. His fingers hooked around the band of her panties. He nudged them down to her thighs and sank a finger into the cleft of her pussy.
Desire steeped her, filling her with harsh, urgent need. She moaned and opened her legs as far as her trapped panties would allow ... which wasn’t far enough. She whimpered. He ignored her. Instead, he inserted two fingers deeper, massaging her folds with furious strokes. His neck corded with the effort he was expending to keep up the fast, insistent rhythm.
She keened. Her release was near ... she could feel it ...
“I want to taste you,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
He lifted her in his arms, and then slowly lowered her to the carpeted floor. Without breaking stride, he replaced his fingers with his mouth, lapping and slurping with fierce desperation, his tongue creating havoc wherever it touched. He opened her legs wider to reach her opening; the panties snapped. His tongue pointed, thrusting in and out with bold strokes. His urgency, his passion, ignited her erotic side.
Her hands tangled in his hair. She pulled him closer, pressing him against her pussy.
His tongue circled around her clitoris.
Her breath quickened.
His mouth sucked.
She cried out, the intense sensations threatening to overwhelm her, swamp her until her world dwindled to nothing but Jake ... his mouth ... his tongue ...
Oh God.
There was no order, no logic, nothing whatsoever to commend Jake’s actions, but she was falling apart, shattering ...
His hard cock shoved into her as she started to convulse. His action threw her over the edge. She erupted into screams and vicious movements, her pussy gripping around him tightly. Each time she crested and started to come down, a slight movement from him would send her off again. Her pleasure went on and on.
Finally, she came back to herself. She was half-lying on the sofa, panting heavily. Her brow was covered with sweat, but her lips were slowly forming a wide smile. It was the best damn ride she’d ever had.
She opened her eyes. Jake’s head was thrown back and he had a look of intense concentration on his face. He was trying to push into her, but her pussy was still holding him so tightly his movements were almost stagnant.
She purred.
His eyes popped open. He glared at her. “You witch!”
She laughed from sheer joy. Her muscles relaxed and he slid in. “You are the best lover I ever had.”
“I’d better be.” His face softened, but he still sounded disgruntled.
“Prove it again, Jake.” She challenged him with a sultry laugh. “Bring me to greater heights.”
Chapter Six
He covered her lips in a voracious kiss. She yielded to him, but her tongue dueled fiercely with his, sometimes gaining ground into his mouth and sometimes retreating so he could taste her honeyed depths.
Her pleasure washed over him, increasing his building tension. No one had kissed her quite like this, making her feel cherished and wanted, wanted for herself and not her money.
Jake was startled. Money?
He started to pull back, but her soft body and being snugly encased in her sweet warmth were siren songs that sang to him, making him lose the fleeting thought that had flashed through his mind. His body ached from a long-delayed release and called to him with urgency.
He thrust into her with measured, sensual strokes. He slid easily, her generous wetness easing the passage for him.
Her pussy gloved him, tightening about him in minute increments. She lifted her legs and hooked them around his neck, enabling him to push deeper. She whimpered and writhed beneath him, her movements inciting his excitement. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed.
He was nearing his release. He broke their kiss, whispering roughly, “Open your eyes, Adrienne. Look at me.”
Her gaze reflected all the wild lust and naked desire in the world. Suddenly, the full force of the sensations she was feeling slammed into him, breaking over him in massive shock waves: the building pressure, the anticipation of release, the way she savored each thrust and plunge. It propelled him into shattering, his own tension exploding in conjunction with hers,
and only the pleasure was left as it engulfed them both.
* * * * *
“What was that?”
They were too lazy to move to the bedroom, so they made do with her carpeted floor. Adrienne sprawled on top of him, her slight weight no burden.
He rubbed lazy circles on her back. “What was what?”
“Toward the end ...” She hesitated. “It was like -- don’t laugh, okay? And don’t think I’m crazy either,” she warned.
Jake tried hard not to laugh. She was so funny. Good thing her head was turned away from his face. Although ... He squinted suspiciously down at her. He could almost swear she was deliberately blowing air at his nipple.
“Toward the end ... I felt your pleasure.” She faltered. “In ... in my mind.”
“You did?” Shock electrified him.
“Yes. At least, I think so. I, uh, I felt you ejaculate and the release it gave you.” There was wonder in her voice as she continued, “I certainly haven’t been able to do that before, I mean, feel the pleasure, the ecstasy of my partner.”
“That’s amazing.” Awe colored his voice. He was sure if she were to look up, she’d see his amazement on his face as well. “I mean, I’ve heard of it happening, but never have I experienced it before --”
“What?!”
“I’m an empath, Adrienne -- Ow!” She’d dug her elbows into his ribs to support her head as she looked at him.
She moved her elbows to meatier portions of his chest. “Sorry. Really?”
Her curiosity swept over him, but it was immediately followed by dismay, although nothing showed on her face. Oh no, he can’t find out about --
Her mental shields slammed up.
He wondered what she meant by that, what she didn’t want him to know. A secret lover? The strong surge of jealousy clawed at him, surprising him with its intensity. Had Adrienne gotten under his skin more than he knew? Or was it because he was naturally possessive, wouldn’t tolerate his woman with another man?
