Shaking, Rita set the papers down. “Thh thanks,” Rita managed to say. “I’ll look these over and let you know if I have any questions. Have a good weekend.”
“Oh, I’m NOT leaving yet,” replied Jared, as he reached to lock the office door. “You and I have unfinished business.”
Rita took a steadying breath. And another. The butterflies that had taken up residence in her stomach when Jared came in began a tumultuous ride around her insides while she took yet another steadying breath. Standing up, she walked slowly toward the door, and Jared. “I think you should unlock that door.”
“No,” was Jared’s reply and then he was on her. Pushing her to the wall, he demonstrated his need as he ground his erection against her. Moaning, Rita, wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled him closer. She didn’t think she could ever get enough of him. Sensing her need, Jared made short work of her shirt and before she could say no, he had unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. His hands slid slowly down her back before cupping her ass and pulling her tightly against him. Pushing her legs farther apart with his thigh, Jared lifted Rita off the floor with his leg as he raised his hands to her breasts. Not interested in being gentle, Jared began to massage and twist her breasts as Rita arched into his hands. Her movement caused her to grind down on his thigh producing a whimper as her arousal continued to slam into her. As his fingers traced around her areoles, Rita pulled Jared’s head closer, but he refused to play. Turning his head, he nuzzled her neck. Finding her ear, he slowly licked around it as Rita continued to squirm. Smiling against her neck, he planted small, wet kisses, pausing to suckle, as Rita made mewling noises of pleasure. He so loved the sounds she made when she was aroused. As his fingers traced faster, he increased the pressure around her nipples, which had Rita pushing earnestly against his hands, but Jared kept up the torment refusing to touch her anywhere else. Rita wasn’t sure how much more she could take. She had been wrong to avoid him and she paid for it every moment she couldn’t spend with him, but this was maddening. Growling in frustration, Rita yipped as Jared gripped her nipples.
“Is THIS what you wanted, little one?” Jared drawled. Moaning, Rita arched further as Jared lifted her breasts, while he twisted and tugged on her nipples. Jared dropped his leg causing Rita to dangle momentarily. The sudden increase in pain shot straight to her inner core like a giant electric shock. Pulling his head away, Jared looked her in the eyes as he released her nipples. The sudden increase in blood flow had her gasping as he quickly claimed one in his hot mouth. Swirling his tongue around her right nipple, Jared seared her as he continued to suck and twist while he laid claim to her left breast with his right hand. Pushing on his head, Rita encouraged him to keep going as she tossed her head about. Lifting his head, Jared kissed across her chest before claiming her left nipple. Rita moaned as Jared doubled his torment as his hand claimed her other breast. Arching into him, Jared bit down as heat and wetness flooded her.
Stepping back, Jared grabbed both her breasts as he mashed them together. Tossing her head back, Rita smacked her head on the door as Jared increased his intensity. Smiling at her, he tugged her toward him as he smashed her breasts against his chest. The sudden friction from the fabric of his shirt sent goose bumps racing across her body as she melted against him. Capturing her lips, Jared plundered her mouth as their tongues danced together. Drawing back, he nipped at her lower lip before he stepped back.
“As much as I would like to continue this here, perhaps this isn’t the best location.”
Reaching behind her, Rita closed the blinds. Smiling mischievously, “If it’s a rocking, don’t come a knocking.”
Moving quickly, Jared swept her up and swung her over to the desk. Sweeping the files aside, he laid her on her back. Reaching for the buckle on her shorts, he made short work of her clothes and laid her bare. Starting at her ankles, he slowly rubbed her legs as he moved up. As Rita began to squirm, he paused. Watching her, he waited silently until she stopped moving before continuing. Each time Rita moved, he would pause and wait. Once she stopped, he would proceed. After the third time, Rita got the idea and did her best not to squirm, but she couldn’t help it. Her body was on fire and the closer he came, the hotter she got. Desperate for release, Rita wanted him to speed up. Moaning, she trembled when he replaced his hands with his lips. Shuddering, she called out to him.
“Jared, please.”
“Mmmm, I like that. Please, what?” he asked, as he trailed more kisses up her thigh.
Groaning, Rita cried out, “Please quit with the foreplay and get on with it. I’m desperate to have you. Inside me. Now.”
“It won’t be soft,” growled Jared.
“Don’t want soft. Want hard. Want now. Please, Jared, I can’t take much more.”
“But, Rita, I’ve barely begun.” Dropping his head, Jared licked up her slit. He could feel her heat and smell her arousal. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could drag this out before he would have to take her. He adored how responsive she was to him and wanted to take her now. It was obvious that she was ready for him, but she needed to beg a little more. He loved it when she begged.
Sliding his hands up her thighs, Jared parted her lips as he slowly began to lick her. Rita arched into him, encouraging him to go deeper, but he pushed her hips back down. But she was strong and she fought back, again lifting her hips. Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifted her lower half off the desk. “Put your legs on my shoulders,” he ordered as he attacked her pussy like a starving man. Rita cried out as she thrashed around on the desk. Sliding his fingers inside her, Rita cried out his name as two fingers quickly became three. Flipping his hand around, Jared was quick to find her more sensitive spots as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Grinding hard against his hand, Rita climbed higher as she neared orgasm. And then he was gone. As Rita whimpered at the sense of loss, she heard the sound of a wrapper tearing. Before she had a chance to comment, Jared slammed his cock into her, rocking her toward the other end of the desk. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back against him and began slamming in and out of her. Each thrust sending her spiraling higher and higher. Adjusting his angle, Jared quickly found her g-spot and began ramming against it. The friction Rita created as she gripped his cock with her muscles sent spasms rocketing through Jared’s body. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go before he felt the familiar clenching as Rita neared orgasm. Slowing down, Jared increased the length of his strokes as he rammed into her. Each stroke met with a downward response from Rita. God, he loved how aggressive she could be.
Rubbing his nose against her neck, Jared bit down hard. The sudden shift in sensation was enough to set Rita off as she screamed out his name. Meeting him thrust for thrust, Rita clutched him tightly as she rode out orgasm after orgasm. As her tremors would lessen, Jared would pick up the pace again, which would trigger another orgasm. As another toe-curling orgasm swept through her, Jared called out her name as he hugged her tightly to him. His orgasm almost sent them both to the floor, but he had managed to maintain his feet as he leaned heavily against the desk. As he emptied himself into the condom, Rita continued to spasm around him, which effectively milked him dry. Unable to stand any longer, Jared walked backwards toward the couch, taking Rita with him. Dropping down, he stayed inside Rita, holding her tight. Kissing her face, he smiled as she continued to make small pleasure noises.
Hugging him tightly, Rita buried her head in his neck. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Jared didn’t respond, but continued to stroke her back. Sighing, “Jared, I’m really sorry for avoiding you. There are things that we will need to discuss, but for now, I’m sorry for being such an ass.”
“Ok,” was Jared’s only reply. He knew that there was something going on, but he didn’t think she was ready to talk about it. He was simply glad that she acknowledged it. Rocking her gently, he asked, “Hungry?”
Chuckling, Rita nodded, “Yes, I am.”
“Good, let’s order in, I don’t think I’m done with you yet.
”
Chapter 3
Work was crazy over the next few weeks. An accidental discovery of wood rot lead to huge problems with the foundation, which had to be resolved before the floors could be put in. Rita had been anxiously awaiting results of the lead and asbestos tests, which meant no work could continue until those came back. Staring at the big hole in the kitchen floor and lack of bathrooms, Rita re-ran the numbers in her head. In order to complete everything the Nuñez family needed, as well as meet all the city’s health and safety requirements, Rita would have to find another $25,000 and she didn’t want to take it from the general budget. She prided herself on making sure no family was short-changed and she didn’t want to start now. As soon as she got back to her office, she would call around to all the home improvement and discount stores to see if their donation coordinators had any funds or supplies to spare. She had lucked out with a local department store, as they agreed to donate the appliances as well as a couple of laptops, which she was looking forward to surprising the family with. But if the tests came back positive, the additional costs for abatement and the time lost would affect everyone.
As she headed back to her office, conveniently parked on the property, Rita reached for her phone. She had left a message for her boss, Travis, with an update and she hoped that he might have some fundraising ideas. Travis had spent most of his adult life working for nonprofits and he had one of the longest contact lists out there. If he couldn’t come up with any ideas, she wasn’t sure what she would do. Checking her voicemail, she was relieved to hear from Travis. He was sending over a reporter from the local newspaper to interview several members of the team and he was planning a cocktail party with a silent auction. He hoped that between the two, other avenues might open up and they would not only get the funds they needed to finish this project, but enable them to take on additional projects for other needy families. The reporter would come to the job site next Monday and Rita hoped that they would have the green light to continue working by then.
As Rita closed up the office for the night, she texted Jared, Brian and the relevant section heads to be at the site late Friday morning for a planning meeting. She hoped she would have good news for them by then. At the very least, she could fill them in on the upcoming interviews. Since Rita didn’t have a chance to see or speak with Jared since that afternoon in the office, she was looking forward to seeing him. In the meantime, she had enough time to get home and shower before she went out tonight.
Chapter 4
Rita adored Keanie. At 5 foot 1, Keanie was a force to be reckoned with. Orphaned at a young age, she lost both her parents and many of her siblings in a small plane crash. Raised by a poor grandmother in Haiti, Keanie spent her days running on the beach with her cousins. As she got older, she realized what poverty was and found a position as an au pair with a wealthy couple in Las Vegas. She had little financial needs as the family took care of everything so she sent the majority of her money home to help out the family. Thanks to her, her cousins were able to rebuild her grandmother’s home and for the first time since her grandfather died, her grandmother didn’t have to skip meals. Learning to speak English from watching children’s shows, Keanie quickly developed a taste for country music, which only enhanced her eclectic English lessons. When Keanie’s husband called her to ask for a favor, Rita didn’t hesitate to agree, although she found herself regretting it, but Chad was desperate. He had hurt his back playing golf, and his wife had tickets to see Rascal Flatts in San Diego and he couldn’t go. While his sister had volunteered to chaperone, Chad knew that doing so might mean another detainment by concert security. Keanie was a rabid country music fan with a knack for running into her favorite performers. On more than one occasion, security had to peel her off a performer that she latched onto as she hugged him fiercely. While normally, Chad’s sister could be counted on, when it came to Keanie’s fascination with country music artists, she encouraged it, often finding ways to sneak her around security lines and holding the camera while she went in for a hug.
Donning her cowboy hat, a gift from Chad, Rita looked at herself in the mirror. While not a huge fan of country music, Rita did enjoy the occasional song and she loved spending time with her friend. Grabbing her bag, she went to go meet her friend.
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As the women were seated for dinner, Keanie ordered Mango Mojitos for the both of them. Quirking up an eyebrow, Rita looked at her. “What happened to Lemon Drops?”
“I tried these a few weeks ago and loved them. I hope they’re as good here as they were at the Teppan House.” Looking around the restaurant, “I think you’ll like this place. Sometimes the concert performers come in here to eat. It’s a good time to get a picture,” said Keanie as she continued to scan the restaurant. “But that’s usually after the show. Maybe we can come here after the concert for dessert.”
Shrugging, Rita replied, “I’m under orders from Chad to keep you out of trouble. So long as we can do that, coffee and dessert sounds good.”
Clapping her hands gleefully, Keanie set the menu aside while they waited for their drinks. “So what you been up to, girl friend?”
“Not much,” replied Rita. “Work mostly. We have a large project that we are working on, a duplex, that’s taking up more time than anticipated. We’ve had issues with mold, dry rot and now, maybe asbestos. Hoping to have the test results and structural issues resolved this week so we can get back to the remodel.”
As the waiter brought them their drinks, Keanie took a quick sip. “Oh yea,” she crooned. “Mighty tasty.” Laughing, Rita tasted hers.
“Not bad.”
“Not bad? Girl, you need to get out and have some fun.” As Rita choked on her drink, Keanie narrowed her eyes at her. “Unless you already are.” At the guilty expression on Rita’s face, Keanie turned her full focus toward her. “Spill it.”
“Um, well, you know that guy…”
“The one from the dressing room?” interrupted Keanie. “You saw him again? Where? When? OMG! OMG!”
Laughing, Rita replied. “One, I can’t believe you actually said, O M G. Twice. Two, he sort of works for me.”
“What?”
Nodding, “Yea, my volunteer coordinator brought him on as the general contractor on the project. He’s actually really good and the organization is talking about hiring him to handle all the GC duties for all our projects.”
“Yea, yea,” said Keanie, waving her hand at her friend. “What. Else.” Blushing profusely, Rita started to stammer, but Keanie interrupted her. “I knew you looked different. All glowy and stuff.”
“Glowy?”
“Yessssss, glowy. You know, like you been getting you some.”
“Where are you picking this language up from?”
“My charges. I have two teenagers now, boy and girl; a 10 year old girl and a toddler. I’ve also started swearing.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“Fuck yea!”
“What does Chad say?”
“He thinks it’s funny. He told Tuck that he figured most people couldn’t understand what I was saying, so he didn’t see any point in worrying about it.” At the mention of her, ex-husband, Rita flinched. Grabbing her hand, Keanie squeezed. “Hey, I’m sorry. You know those two are still friends. If you want, I’ll tell Chad he can’t come over anymore.”
“I appreciate that, but it’s ok. I’m moving on. I’m sure he has too.”
“Nope, he hasn’t. He still has it hard for you.”
As Rita shivered, she took another sip of her mojito. It really wasn’t bad, but she couldn’t taste anything at the moment. Mention of her ex-husband had soured her. Their relationship wasn’t always rocky. In the beginning, he was a gentleman and so unbelievably polite. He was smart, funny and Rita quickly fell under his spell. She should have realized that something wasn’t right when he decided to go through her emails and got upset over some emails he found from an ex-boyfriend. Quick to accuse her of cheating, Rita calmly pointed out that t
heir last contact with each other had been three years before she and Tucker met, but the argument continued. Why did she still have the emails? Did she still have feelings for him? Why hadn’t she moved on? Rita had grown so frustrated with all the questions that she suggested he simply delete the messages and be done with it. While Tuck did just that, he continued to grumble until Rita started touching him in an attempt to distract him. It worked and Rita never thought about the incident again until some of his other behaviors started surfacing.
But Rita was in love and that was all that mattered. She was quick to forgive Tuck for his behavior because she believed him when he said that he had been hurt before when a girlfriend had cheated on him and Rita swore she would never make him feel that way. But her love quickly turned to mistrust, anger and eventually fear. Rita jumped as the waiter placed her meal in front of her. She hated how thoughts of Tuck could so easily send her to a dark place. Mentally shaking herself off, Rita grabbed her fork and dived into her stuffed bell pepper. “O M G, this is delish,” she told her friend.
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