“It’s gotta be perfect,” Megan said smiling. “You are my best friend, and I want you to look and feel absolutely amazing.”
“Alright,” I said trying not dampen the mood. “Let’s get this show on the road. What do we have first?”
As I went through the dresses, I no longer looked in the mirror wondering what eligible bachelors might think. I looked into the mirror desperately wanting to completely blow Jason’s mind. That look on his face when I walked out onto the floor had to be even better, in my mind, then the one Ryan gave Megan.
Chapter 9
Jason
As I leaned against the break room wall, stuffing a sandwich in my mouth, I pulled out my phone and dialed Jana. We had seen each other almost every day since Sunday, and I could definitely get used to replacing my Thursday night club run with dinner. Work had been crazy for both of us, but we tried to make time to at least grab dinner or a drink before heading home. It wasn’t the ideal situation for me, I wanted more time with Jana, but I knew things would calm down eventually.
“Hello?” I could tell she picked up the phone without looking to see who was calling.
“What are you wearing?” I breathed creepily into the phone and listened to her chuckle on the other end.
“Oh, a pair of red clown pants, some suspenders, a parka, and black socks,” she said nonchalantly. “Oh, and of course my favorite pinstriped tie.”
“Mmmm, that sounds sexy,” I said laughing.
“Weirdo,” she replied. “Whatcha’ doing over there? Slacking off?”
“Hardly,” I said letting out a deep breath. “I was taking a 30-second lunch break, shoveling in this turkey sandwich, and trying to plan my escape.”
“How’s that going for you?”
“Well, seeing as there are forty guards watching my every move I think Ryan may be on to my plan,” I joked.
“Only forty? You must be building trust,” she said chuckling.
“How’s work, beautiful?” I could stand here and talk to her all day.
“Ugh, busy as hell. You?”
“Well considering I am getting to actually eat today I would say things are only at hyper speed, not warp speed,” I replied, looking over at everyone moving toward the conference room. “But before I am whisked away to my next meeting, dinner tonight?”
“Yes, please,” she said, a smile in her voice.
“Good, I’ll pick you up at eight. I got us reservations at Taylor’s on ninth. Bring a jacket because they gave me a rooftop table,” I said trying to impress her.
“Oooh, fancy stuff,” she said in a high-pitched voice. “Okay, I’ll be ready and waiting.”
“See you then gorgeous,” I replied, hanging up the phone and staring down at her picture smiling.
“You ready?” Ryan popped up behind me.
“Yep, after you, boss man,” I said as I bounced off toward another meeting.
The meetings today seemed to fly by, but I was relieved to know I had brought a change of clothes since I was just leaving the office at a quarter after seven. I took the company car this time, wanting to make Jana feel special. She was already in the lobby by the time I pulled up, and my heart skipped a beat as she walked outside. She pulled her coat around her but not before I caught a glimpse of the sexy sequined dress she was wearing. Her heels were at least six inches, and her stockings shimmered, drawing my attention to her mile-long legs. Her hair was in loose curls that fell around her shoulders, and her makeup was dark and mysterious. She was a knockout.
I kissed her on the cheek as the driver opened the door for us. We rode quietly through the lit streets of the city, and I tried to keep my mind off of her hand placed on my thigh, squeezing softly. I could take her right now in the car and wouldn’t feel the least bit sorry for messing up her hair. My cock twitched in my pants. I shook the thought from my mind as we pulled up to the restaurant. It was packed, but they took us right up to our table. It was quiet and romantic on the roof, and we could see the whole New York skyline.
“This is beautiful,” she said looking out in wonder. “I really just love this city. It’s so gorgeous.”
The wind was a bit chilly, so I took my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders as we sipped our wine and picked at the appetizer. Our conversation went from work to play and back again as we talked about the things in our lives that toppled our minds. Every time I had a chance to really talk to Jana I left feeling refreshed and confident. It was like therapy with a really hot doctor I could bone if I wanted to. As Jana took another bite of her lobster, we heard loud chattering below us. She peeked over the edge of the building down into the street, shooting back into her chair with a bewildered look.
“It’s the press,” she said in shock.
Before I could react the door to the balcony swung open, and we were blinded by a thousand bulbs. Reporters flooded the floor circling around our table and yelling out questions. I grabbed Jana’s hand and pulled her to her feet, trying to shield our faces from the bulbs. Realizing I couldn’t even see to walk through the crowd, I stopped and took in a deep breath.
“Okay, okay,” I yelled, waving my hands. “We will answer one question, but you have to stop flashing the bulbs for a second.”
“Is this your girlfriend?” One short reporter with a recorder out in front of him yelled out the question.
“Yes, this is Jana, she is a successful and bright woman,” I replied calmly. “We are in a committed relationship.”
“Does this mean you are off the market?” Another voice shouted from the back.
“I sure hope so,” Jana replied laughing.
I smiled at her candor and sarcasm and pulled her toward the door. I knew we only had a second before they followed, so we jetted inside and down the steps. As we reached the bottom, we could see the droves of cameras outside, and we turned to the waitress standing by the kitchen door waving to us.
“I am a big fan of your work,” the waitress said to Jana. “Follow me, there is a back door.”
Jana smiled at the girl, and we pushed through the swinging doors and across the tiled kitchen floor. The chef nodded his head at us as we passed and we stopped for a moment to hand our waiter some money for dinner. He smiled and asked if he could bag it up for us, but we were in too much of a hurry. Luckily, as we walked out of the back door my driver spotted us and opened the car, allowing us to race in before the reporters, just feet in front of him, could notice. He shut the door and hopped in the driver seat.
Jana and I sat back, breathing heavy in the seats. She fiddled with her dress and pulled her purse from under my jacket, flinging it on the seat facing us. She leaned her head back against the seat and laughed between breaths.
“Well, that was one way to do it,” she said chuckling.
“To do what?”
“Come out about our relationship,” she said smiling at me. “I mean I guess it had to be done at some point, but I was more hoping it would end up in a column in the Times, not a race to the car.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, realizing she was not used to all the attention. “Are you okay with this? I mean I kind of answered for both of us back there.”
“Oh, no I’m great with it! I actually feel so much better that everyone knows now,” she said leaning in and kissing me on the lips. “I kind of felt like I was going to burst before. I wanted to shout out that we were together but knew I couldn’t.”
“Good,” I said letting out a deep sigh. “I honestly didn’t even think about it. I was just so happy to have some time just for the two of us. I was hoping we would have more time than this, but it was bound to happen eventually.”
“You want to go back to your place? I’ll order some take out since we didn’t get to eat our dinner,” she asked, handing me my jacket back and grabbing her phone from her purse.
“Yes, I am starving,” I replied looking out the window as the reporters disappeared behind us.
I was relieved that there wasn’t any press at my pla
ce when we pulled up since I had gone to great lengths to make sure I had a modicum of privacy where I lived. My driver took a long way back to make sure that no one was following us. We greeted the delivery guy in the lobby and tipped him well for his vow of secrecy before retreating to the penthouse where we could be comfortable and alone. This was definitely not how I thought this night would end, but having a hot girl by my side was good enough for me.
Chapter 10
Jana
After sitting out on the balcony of Jason’s penthouse and eating our take-out, I decided that our private little restaurant for two was better than any restaurant he could have taken me to. We stared out over the city, the twinkling lights of the night sky providing the most romantic backdrop I could have imagined. We sipped on our wine and laughed about the terrible pictures we would probably see of ourselves the next day. Having Jason make out the paparazzi to be no big deal definitely made me feel better about being splashed all over page six. If it weren’t for his humor and unwavering support, I might have had a complete breakdown over it.
When I finished my wine, we took the dishes inside and made our way to the bedroom. It was late, and though I had to go to work the next morning, the last thing I wanted to do was go back to my apartment alone. Besides, Jason’s bed was to die for, and his sexy little smile made me realize we might be going to bed but we weren’t going to sleep anytime soon. I slipped out of my dress and stripped down before climbing into the bed with Jason’s hungry eyes on my every move. I pulled the covers over me and slid up next to him. He was laying on his side, and as I rubbed my ass up his legs and to his crotch, I could feel his rock solid cock rub against me. He groaned slightly as he pulled me in closer, thrusting into my back.
My hips moved slowly over his shaft, and he wrapped his arms around me, grabbing on to my breasts and massaging my nipples with his fingers. Excitement shot through my body as I imagined him slipping inside of me from behind. I reached back and grabbed him in my hand and rubbed up and down gently. His breathing began to increase, and he leaned forward, sliding his hand down between my legs as he bit down on my neck. The coupling of pleasure and pain released a low moan from my throat, and I could feel his heart begin to beat fast against my back. I lifted my leg up in the air just slightly, allowing his fingers to glide over my wet mound. He didn’t stop at the clit like normal but instead, slipped two fingers inside me and started to move them up and down.
I pulled my leg backward around his making room for his fingers to go deeper. There was no doubt I wanted his cock inside of me but this felt so good I didn’t want him to stop. I started to grind my hips faster as I felt the palm of his hand rubbing against my pulsing nub.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned as he pushed harder, my excitement obviously turning him on.
He scooted his body down lower and moved his arm, pulling it behind me and quickly sliding his fingers back inside of me. I was grinding hard against his hand, waiting for each moment that his fingers dove deep inside. Slowly he slipped a third finger in, and I screamed out in pleasure as he continued to push in and out, faster and faster. I couldn’t stop the moans from escaping and before long it was a continuous sound. Just as I was almost to orgasm, he pulled his fingers out, giving me a coy smile.
“Not yet,” he whispered in my ear with a nibble.
He flipped me on my back and spread my legs wide as he started stroking his dick, watching my face. He took his other hand and rubbed his thumb over my clit, grinning as I arched my back. He was teasing me, and I liked it. I bit my lip, reaching down and pushing his fingers back inside of me, using my own thumb to help out. I watched as his hand slid up and down his shaft, wanting so bad to have it inside of me. I watched as the excitement of torturing me spread across his face, and I realized if I was going to have it, I was going to have to take it. I sat up quickly, not giving him a chance to move, pushed him backward on the bed and straddled him, allowing my dripping pussy to slide him inside of me.
He gripped on to my hips and growled as I began to grind on him, leaning back to give him the full view. I moved slowly, knowing all he wanted to do at that point was pound it into me. I smiled knowing I was giving him a taste of his own medicine. His eyebrows shot up realizing what I was doing, and he flipped me on my back and thrust his dick inside me. I hung off the edge of the bed screaming in ecstasy as he pounded into me over and over again until I exploded, grabbing onto the blanket and letting the pleasure fill my body. He watched as I writhed underneath him, unable to stop moaning even after the orgasm had dissipated. With two more thrusts, he was joining me, grabbing on to my hips and throwing his head back as he pushed as hard into me as he could.
Slowly I felt his fingers release and his muscles un-tense. He breathed heavily still kneeling in front of me. A smile spread across his face, and he opened his eyes, pulling me upward from the edge of the bed and kissing me deeply. I crawled up toward the pillow and laid my head down facing his. He leaned forward and kissed me again, a comforting look on his face as he pulled the blankets up over us.
“Tell me more about you,” he whispered, moving a rogue piece of hair from my sweaty forehead. “I want to know everything.”
Butterflies flew through my stomach at the thought of building more than just a lustful connection between us. He actually wanted to know about my family and me. He wanted to know how my childhood was and what my dreams were. It was the first time any man had ever taken that much interest in my life. I snuggled into the pillow, smiling, ready to spill it all.
“Wait,” he said jumping from the bed. “Hold that thought.”
When he appeared back from the other room, he was carrying two bottles of water and some fruit. We sat up, wrapped in the blankets, and had a small picnic, talking about everything from our favorite foods, to how we spent our summers away from school. We both came from very affluent families and found that our upbringing wasn’t much different. We both had attended a private school, we both spent our summers wandering the grounds of our childhood homes, or going on extravagant vacations. Our parents were similar in that they loved us but didn’t raise us, as it was the nanny’s job to mold and shape us until we were young adults. Jason’s father seemed a lot more stringent than mine was, but I figured it was more because he was the young man of the family and I was daddy’s little girl.
As adults, we both were determined to find our own ways, which is why I went into the non-glamorous environmental field, and Jason had yet to build his own empire, though he had strong wants to do so. His best friend, Ryan, was his inspiration and he planned on carving his own career out, but with the strong influence of Ryan’s company. I admired his big dreams and high hopes for the future and realized I had missed just how motivated and intelligent Jason was. He spent so much time being Ryan’s sidekick that no one really paid attention to the work he did behind the scenes.
Slowly the moon left the sky, and the horizon began to lighten. We hadn’t slept a wink, but it was worth every painful second I would endure today at work. I really felt like we made strides toward a stronger relationship and so many things I hadn’t noticed before began to make sense. Jason may have had a rough exterior when I first met him and granted he truly was a player; there was definitely a man behind the mask that I had completely missed.
After the sun was up and the alarm went off, we both took a shower together, and he gave me some clothes to wear back to my apartment. He had to be in a couple of hours before me, so I waited until he was ready to go and had Jason drop me at my building before heading off to work. I watched as he waved from the car and I stood there feeling the cold breeze against my wet hair. That had to be the most amazing night yet.
Chapter 11
Jason
To say that I flew through the day on cloud nine would be an absolute understatement. As I pulled away from the apartment complex, I watched Jana standing in my shorts and sweatshirt, wanting to run back and bury myself in her bed, hiding out from the world around us. But, alas, I had
to keep up my momentum, and when I was done with today, Ryan and I were going to meet the girls for a double date. Ryan and Megan had been go, go, go ever since they got engaged and it was going to be nice for all of us to just sit around and relax.
Our morning was full of meetings, but I texted Jana a quick note during lunch, making sure she was surviving the afternoon slump after not getting any sleep. She texted me back a picture of her wrapped up in her bed. Apparently, she had raced through her work, and the boss gave her the rest of the day off. She was lucky. I could barely keep the yawns contained, and Ryan kept throwing me the evil eye every time my head slipped from my hand. Still, after that amazing sex, and that amazing conversation, I’d do it all over again if I had the chance.
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