After the Interview

by Laurent, Coco

  Seconds later Zoe heard C J say, “Now.”

  There was a momentary pause, a glance and then clothing came off in a frenzy of motion. Zoe thought she heard fabric rip as C J freed himself from his shirt while she slid her pants and underwear down her legs onto the floor. Before she could step out of the pile her clothing had become, C J pulled her back into his arms and she felt the full length of his hard penis press into her belly. Zoe wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her and, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking, C J cupped her buttocks in his hands and lifted her off of her feet. Zoe tightened the grip of her arms around his neck and worked to circle her legs around his waist. She felt the moist lips to her vagina part as C J’s penis entered her body. Zoe moaned with desire as he slid into her, and she felt her body tighten with the pleasure she was feeling. They had both started to move and found a rhythm that matched, when Zoe felt her desire quicken. Working to draw C J even deeper inside her, she felt her body driven by waves of pleasure that pushed her to engulf C J’s penis with the intent of keeping him in her prolonging the pleasure. C J matched the intensity of Zoe’s desire and thrust more deeply into her. As Zoe felt the strength of her orgasm building, she could sense that C J was working to draw out each moment of pleasure for both of them. While her orgasm was reaching its climax, she felt C J‘s penis pulsate and then release itself inside her. Clutching Zoe to his body C J slowly leaned back against the wall to steady them both. Zoe laid her head on his shoulder not wanting to break contact with his body.

  The only words Zoe uttered were, “Don’t let me go just yet.”

  “No chance of that,” C J said as he turned, still holding Zoe, and walked down the hall.

  When they reached his bedroom, C J gently set Zoe on her feet and switched on a lamp. They looked at the bed then each other and the few extra pillows and a book, which had been left on top of the bed, quickly landed on the floor. Falling onto the bed like two kids, Zoe and C J lay down facing each other and let what had just happened sink in. Zoe put her hand on C J’s chest, knowing she wanted him again.

  As her hand reached up to trace the curl behind his ear, C J bent his head and said teasingly, “Don’t ever underestimate crayfish as an aphrodisiac.”

  “Oh, really?” Zoe said back. “So show me what you’ve got”.

  “Did you really just ask for more, Ms. Alden? I did set out tonight to be a host you won’t forget, so I had better finish the job.”

  With that, he turned her face up to his and started to kiss her with so much passion that Zoe’s body felt ready to have him enter her again. His tongue thrust playfully in her mouth while his hands pulled her body into his. As C J held her breast, his fingers gently caressed its nipple to a state of arousal. Then he lifted her leg and laid it across his hip to expose her aching and wet body to his hand. The moment his fingers touched her, Zoe’s body arched, begging him to delve deeper. C J’s mouth once again found Zoe’s breast and his tongue teased her nipple while his hands slid to her hips and then under her back. Before Zoe could react C J had moved between her open legs and his mouth was on her, his tongue now aroused her just as it had done her nipple and Zoe’s hips arched as her body strained to give him access. Feeling desire ready to erupt when C J’s tongue entered her body Zoe was overwhelmed with the need to have his penis buried in her. She reached with her hands to pull him up and let him know what she wanted. As much as Zoe was luxuriating in his lovemaking, she wanted to feel the hard length of his penis thrust inside her, bringing her orgasm to its highest potential.

  Sensing what she needed, C J lifted his head and moved his body over hers. He ached to be inside her and shuddered with pleasure as his penis slid smoothly in place. Zoe sighed with pleasure while moving her hips to take him into her as deeply as possible. Wanting to feel every inch of C J buried inside her, Zoe encircled her arms around his neck and pulled her body upward. Then, shifting her weight, she made C J understand that she wanted him to roll onto his back, putting her on top of him. As they shifted position, Zoe bent her knees, straddling C J’s hips perfectly and felt his penis buried in her as deeply as it could go. She started to slowly grind her body into his as C J placed his hands on her hips, keeping her firmly in place. Quickly, their bodies felt the urgency to deepen the thrusts and yet prolong their climax. Zoe had no ability or desire to stop herself as she ground her aching body on the base of C J’s penis and felt incredible waves of pleasure course through her. C J’s body arched as he came, feeling Zoe’s vagina contracting around his penis as her orgasm deepened.

  Zoe’s body, now satisfied, folded forward to rest on top of C J with her head on his shoulder. As she was about to roll off of him she felt C J slip his arms around her shoulders, holding her to him a moment longer.

  Then he lifted her head, kissed her lightly on the lips and said, “Can you stay?”

  Zoe, not trusting herself to speak just yet, nodded her head in assent and moved to lie beside C J, nestled against his side.

  After a few minutes Zoe turned her face to look at C J and, smiling, said, “Houston isn’t so bad after all.”

  C J said in a throaty voice, “I knew you would like it.” Zoe noticed the smell of C J’s cologne mingled with sweat and the aftermath of sex, and then it was quiet.

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  Zoe’s eyes opened to the realization that it was morning and she had spent the entire night with C J. As she stretched and rolled onto her side, Zoe also realized C J was not in the bed and that she could hear the shower running in the adjoining bathroom. A shower would feel really good, Zoe thought to herself. Pushing the covers aside and getting out of the bed, Zoe walked slowly into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of C J in the shower before he noticed her. The shower was large with no door to separate it from the rest of the bathroom and contained multiple showerheads. Zoe had a great view of C J’s firm backside with water and soap suds cascading over it and onto his thighs. Approaching the shower, Zoe started to feel the chill of her nakedness and quickened her pace. As she stepped into the shower, C J felt her presence and turned to face her with a huge smile on his face.

  “Morning,” he said with an exaggerated Texas drawl before leaning over to push her now wet hair out of her face as he kissed her.

  Showing Zoe the soap, C J said, “I would be happy to help you get sudsed up.”

  Looking at his now-erect penis, Zoe said, “We might have other matters to take care of first.”

  Before C J could respond, Zoe knelt in the shower and took his penis into her mouth. She could still taste faint traces of soap on it as she worked her tongue over the tip and felt his body respond. Zoe pulled back to look at C J and then she licked the length of him before taking him into her mouth and starting to suck. She loved the way his body reacted every time she touched the tip of his penis with her tongue and was surprised when she felt him gently grab her head as a signal to stop.

  Zoe stood and felt C J’s hands covered in soap start to rub her body. As his hands lingered on her breasts Zoe felt her arousal growing. Then C J’s hands slid down her sides to her back as he slowly pushed her against the shower wall. At the same time he lowered his head to kiss her, his penis entered her moistened body and her vagina erupted with pleasure. This time the rhythm they found was slow and sensuous. There was something about making love in the shower with the water bathing her skin that Zoe found exhilarating and erotic. It seemed to increase her desire, and when her orgasm came it was long and achingly hard. C J moved back a step and smoothed his hair out of his face. Beads of water were clinging to his eyelashes and dripping onto his full lips, making Zoe want to reach up and kiss him as he looked at her questioningly.

  “What’s next, Ms. Alden?” C J asked with a smile.

  “I think you had better let me really get a shower because I have a plane to catch this afternoon,” Zoe said.

  C J stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel with traces of a frown growing on his face. “Then I guess you had better get a move on because i
t’s almost 10am,” C J said.

  Zoe gasped and started to work on her shower in earnest. C J was amazed that Zoe could so quickly move onto the business of the day after what had just transpired in the shower. Guess she is able to have her fucking fun and get back to work in the blink of an eye. C J was surprised how much this idea bothered him but he shrugged it off and headed to his bedroom to get dressed. What the hell is my issue, he thought?

  By the time she was out of the shower, C J had dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. “Ready when you are, unless you want me to make you breakfast,” he said hopefully.

  Feeling very naked, Zoe scrambled to find her clothing and put it on quickly. When she looked up it was into those blue eyes; Zoe wished she wasn’t leaving. Ok, stay professional about this and just get some clothes on, she thought as she struggled to regain her poise.

  “Sure you don’t want to stop with the clothes and see what else I can do for you, Ms. Alden?” C J asked.

  Zoe winced as she struggled to pull the jeans over her hips, not yet seeing her shirt. “I would love to test your levels of endurance, Mr. Fairchild”, Zoe shot back, “but I have to be in New York ready for a huge interview tomorrow. You know as well as I do that my flight is the last one out of the city today.”

  C J was quick to answer with, “I have a corporate jet that could fly you there tonight.”

  “That’s great but I don’t want to explain to my editor why I missed my flight today and showed up in your jet tonight,” Zoe said distractedly. “Where the hell is my shirt?” she muttered.

  C J’s hand emerged from behind his back with her shirt hanging off of his fingers. “Here you go. Just thought it was worth a try,” C J said.

  Hearing C J’s tone Zoe was about to soften her resolve when she heard her phone ringing in her purse, which was still by the front door.

  “Don’t look at it,” C J admonished her.

  Not heeding his comment, Zoe found her phone and answered it. “Hello, Jeff, I was just starting to get my stuff together and head to the airport. I don’t know why I didn’t hear the phone earlier; maybe I was in the shower. The party ran late last night and I slept in a bit; give me a break. I’ll make the plane and be ready for the Russian Ambassador’s interview tomorrow. I already have my questions lined up. Look, Jeff, I need to finish up here and get moving. I will let you know when I arrive tonight and you can grill me then. Bye.”

  “Crap,” Zoe said as she started to tuck her shirt into her pants.

  As she slipped her shoes on and looked up at C J, Zoe said, “You can see I am up against a deadline and my editor is breathing down my neck. C J, will you please give me a ride to my hotel so I can change and make it to the airport?”

  C J nodded his assent and headed for the front door. Boy this woman is a hard ass he thought to himself. Guess I served my purpose for her already.

  Zoe bent down and grabbed her scarf as she walked out the door. She just stuffed her belt in her purse, not even trying to finish dressing. For some reason this felt all wrong to her but she didn’t know how to fix it and she was starting to get agitated. C J opened the door of the Wrangler for her and quickly got in and started the engine. They drove in silence. This only made Zoe feel worse.

  Combing her fingers through her hair, Zoe asked, “Do you ever have a reason to visit New York for business?”

  Turning to look at her, C J said, “Not usually but I could change my habits if you are connected to the business.”

  Zoe had to smile as she thought, boy you gotta love his style. “I think that can be arranged. You come to New York and I will show you what my city has to offer.”

  “Looking forward to that already,” C J said with a smile and his blue eyes gleaming.

  Zoe was about to respond but the Jeep suddenly stopped in front of her hotel. Not caring who might see, C J leaned over, pulled Zoe to him and gave her a deep probing kiss that was anything but good-bye. Breathless, Zoe leaned into the Jeep door and found the handle. As she opened it she glanced at C J and saw a huge suggestive smile on his face.

  Zoe willed herself to alight from the Jeep and heard C J say, “Best interview I ever gave. How do you feel about it Ms. Alden? ”

  Zoe smiled and said, “Agree one hundred percent, Mr. Fairchild, but I might have to edit it a bit.” C J grinned broadly and drove away. Zoe walked across the lobby, a huge smile on her face, and rushed to the elevator.

  Once Zoe entered her room the smile started to fade. What had she just done by inviting C J to New York? The plan had been to enjoy the man, write the story and head home to life as usual. Zoe couldn’t decide if the invitation was because she was trying to get out of an awkward moment or because she wanted more of him. Fuck, this is why she tried so hard to stay out of romantic entanglements on the road. Why in the hell beat myself up about this anyway? Odds are C J will go on with his life and never show up in New York. This man has enough women in Houston to keep him distracted and busy. Zoe, slightly mollified with this line of thinking, busied herself gathering everything that needed to fit in her suitcase. She changed clothes and stuffed the jeans and shirt from last night into her suitcase and zipped it shut. Maybe out of sight would translate to out of mind.

  Chapter Five

  Zoe arrived at the airport with forty-five minutes to spare before her flight. She was famished and thought about C J’s offer to make breakfast for her this morning. She quickly dismissed the idea and knew she would have missed her flight if that had happened. Admonishing herself to put C J out of her mind, she set out to find food. Barely finishing her food before the flight started to board, Zoe hoped sleep would overtake her and possibly erase her memory. Ha, she thought, fat chance on that score. She should be tired after last night but Zoe felt exhilarated as she settled into her seat in business class. Guess I’ll be working on this flight, she mused. Zoe knew the minute she called Jeff tonight he would assume she would rattle off her interview questions for his approval. The Russian ambassador’s interview was a huge coup and Jeff would be giving feedback to Zoe whether she wanted it or not. Jeff trusted her, but he always liked to get a sense of the direction Zoe planned to take an interview. She knew he would have already moved on from her assignment in Houston, probably thinking she was almost finished with the article. Zoe knew that was far from the truth. At the moment she had mixed feelings about finishing the interview with thoughts of C J Fairchild too fresh in her mind.

  “Stop it,” she said out loud, surprising the man sitting next to her.

  Not in the mood to make small talk, Zoe just acted like nothing had happened. Crap, I have to put aside anything personal and be more professional, she thought to herself. Note to self: no more sex with interviewees!

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  C J returned home starving and set out to make breakfast. He was a great cook and made an omelet stuffed with everything he could find. Too bad Zoe hadn’t stuck around to taste his other talents, he thought to himself. After eating he headed outside to read some of the literature from the petroleum symposium and then go for a swim. About two in the afternoon C J awoke with the sun on his face and the realization that Zoe was on a plane headed back to New York. Surprised that he felt the desire to have her here, he stripped out of his clothes and dove into the pool. As he swam naked, C J remembered how Zoe showed no inhibitions in her desire to please and arouse him this morning in the shower. Yes sir, first order of business was to look at his schedule and see when he was free to travel to New York.

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  Jeff had predictably called Zoe on the cab ride home from the airport to her apartment. Welcome back to New York, she thought. No time to sit back and look at the stars tonight, even if she could see them. She had to admit the crisp autumn air felt refreshing after the humidity of Houston, but walking into her apartment she felt lonely. This, she thought, was why she had forsaken involvement in any type of long distance relationships. Zoe looked into her refrigerator and decided on an omelet for dinner. That would be fast, and after living in Fr
ance for years she could whip up a great omelet.

  Putting her plate in the sink, Zoe walked to her desk, glass of red wine still in hand. Her small corner office in the living room held nothing more than a table with space for the computer she took out of her carry-on bag. Zoe opened the interview of C J she had polished during the flight. As she started to conclude the work with a thank you to Jack Dupre and the Williams Company for their hospitality, she lifted her left leg into the chair, foot balanced on the seat, and rested her chin against her knee. Being with C J this morning seemed light years away. Zoe reminded herself to stay focused because she had an early start tomorrow, and the Russian ambassador would not be as accommodating and forthright as C J had been. Lifting her head and staring into the dark bedroom, Zoe willed herself to get out of the chair but she didn’t move. As she spun the chair around, one of Jean’s cameras on the bookshelf caught her gaze and Zoe’s eyes began to tear. How on earth did she think she could bring C J to this apartment without feeling she was letting someone get too close to her? I refuse to worry about that now, Zoe told herself, because he isn’t here and might not ever show up. Honestly, Zoe, she thought, that’s not what you are hoping will happen.