You and Only You

by Young, Brooke

  They moved up to the women’s tees and Berkleigh set up her ball on the tee. She stepped away, took a couple of practice swings and then approached her ball. Pausing to take a deep breath, then a slow swing, she made perfect contact with her ball placing hers in the fairway, as well.

  “Nicely done, very impressive.”

  “Thank you,” she said flirtatiously as she placed her driver in her bag and got back into the golf cart.

  “I have a question about your company,” Jack casually asked as they advanced toward the fairway to take their second shots, “who are some of your largest clients?”

  Berkleigh thought for a moment, “I only work in the domestic division, our largest clients would be a part of our international division. Since I don’t work with them I couldn’t name any account. Why?”

  “I’m just thinking about networking opportunities we might have,” he replied and smiled, “No big deal, I’m sorry I brought up business on such a beautiful day. Let’s just enjoy this round.”

  “Sounds good, we are both off to a good start.”

  The round was going great and then Jack received a call on the 12th hole. He tossed around in his mind if he should answer, then chose to ignore it but was clearly conflicted about that choice. He appeared distracted for several holes and his golf game seemed to go downhill. Berkleigh wanted to question him about the change in his mood and the secretive phone calls but didn’t know him well enough to pry.

  Eventually, Jack shook off whatever bothered him and once he was back to his good-natured self, they found themselves laughing a lot as they finished up their round. The rest of their round was fun, filled with excessive flirting. There was not a cloud in the sky and the day was perfectly comfortable due to a slight Hawaiian breeze that highlighted the scent of Hibiscus.

  Berkleigh considered the bad mood she had when she arrived at the hotel only two short days prior and she simply could not believe her luck on this trip. Meeting a wonderful, handsome man, the perfect weather, dinner at Duos, dancing on the beach just to name a few things.

  Where have you been all my life? Here I thought I was done with men and you come along. She silently wondered at Jack. In some ways, you are too good to be true, but I will enjoy the ride because you are freakin’ sexy. Berkleigh felt embarrassed by her personal thoughts and her ‘ride’ reference as she assumed that sex with Jack would be nothing short of mind-blowing.

  As they drove back to the clubhouse, Jack rubbed Berkleigh’s smooth thigh above her knee.

  “Mmm, that feels nice, Jack,” she whispered, “I may have to get a massage while I’m here.” She looked at him underneath her long eyelashes.

  He leaned in and whispered in her ear, his breath was warm, “I can one up a massage you would get at the hotel spa,” he said seductively; his eyes full of desire, “let me give you one...tonight.” There was palpable heat between them.

  She upturned her eyebrows clearly questioning his motives but offered a seductive smile. He raised his hands in response, beamed his ever-so-charming smile and said, “No strings attached, I promise.”

  “No strings?” she contemplated this offer for just a brief moment, “Alright, you’re on…but you don’t have any oil, do you?”

  He pulled out his cell phone, looked up the hotel’s number, asked to be connected to the spa, and glanced at Berkleigh who appeared surprised at his ambitious attitude.

  “Yes, this is Jack Ashford, can you please deliver a bottle of massage oil to my room?” he paused looking at her to see her expression, “1469. Yes, I’d like a couple of candles, too, please. Just charge it to my room. Thank you.” He turned to Berkleigh and smiled proudly, “Done! You are about to get the most sensual massage of your life. I hope you’re ready for these hands.” He held them up at her in a playful manner, but the look in his eyes wasn’t playful, they were full of lust.

  Oh shit, I’m in trouble, but what the hell, this will be fun! Berkleigh thought.

  She playfully said back to Jack, “Hope your hands are ready for this body, I feel tight today after playing golf.”

  He felt his bulge hardening at her ‘tight’ reference as he imagined what it would feel like to ease slowly inside of her while she was smothered in massage oil.

  6

  It was almost noon, deciding that they were not quite yet ready to return to the hotel, they set out for lunch heading north toward a little town called Paia. They threw their clubs in the back seat of Jack’s rented Jeep and took a tour of the Island of Maui in search for the little “dive” Berkleigh had alluded to during their dinner at Duo.

  “What’s your favorite TV show?” Jack asked to learn more about each her.

  She thought for a moment and said, “Definitely Burn Notice.”

  “Yeah? You like the spy shows, huh?” he smiled inquisitively.

  “I do. The whole burned CIA agent taking care of the bad guys in Miami one at a time has an interesting story line. Even though the main character and his team blow things up and sometimes must kill the enemy, they are the ‘good guys’ so I find myself rooting for them anyhow. You’ve got to root for the good guys.”

  “I’ve watched a few episodes, it’s not bad. Homeland and Modern Family are my favorite shows,” he reflected.

  “I haven’t watched Homeland, but I love Modern Family- it’s my favorite comedy,” she smiled fondly at him, “What’s your favorite type of food?”

  “BBQ- my own BBQ though. I love to smoke ribs and drink beer. What about you?” he asked.

  “I love to drink beer,” she laughed, “I’d have to say Mexican food and seafood, especially crab legs,” Genuinely interested in learning more, “So you smoke your own ribs? Sounds delicious!”

  “I’d like to think they are,” he replied. Maybe she would be up for a visit and I can smoke ribs for her. We will see how tonight’s massage goes. Certain that he would not accomplish what he was sent to do in Hawaii and would need more time, he loved the idea of her coming to visit him despite the fact they barely knew each other. Undoubtedly, feeling drawn to her.

  The drive was very pleasant. Jack affectionately held her hand shortly after they set out and only let go when it was time to put the Jeep in park. Pulling into the town of Kahului, the breathtaking water appeared before them. They drove another 5 miles and arrived at the town of Paia, which boasted to be ‘Maui’s coolest little town’.

  They parked and walked for a little until they came upon a restaurant called Paia Fish Market Restaurant. The restaurant was quaint with bench-like seating. They chose a table in the corner. A friendly waitress took their drink order and allowed them time to look over the menu. “I love restaurants like this,” Berkleigh stated as she looked around appreciatively.

  “Me too.”

  The waitress returned to take their order, Jack ordered their popular fish tacos and another beer, knowing his would be gone by the time lunch arrived.

  “I would like the Mahi salad, please,” Berkleigh requested politely, “and I’ll take another beer, too.”

  “You got it,” the waitress responded and left to put their order in and grab the beers.

  They made small talk, the way new couples would to get to know one another better.

  Jack whispered mischievously, “Give me one of your feet.”

  Curious, she slipped her foot with her pretty French pedicure out of her sandal and slowly slid it up Jack’s leg and placed it between his legs. Privately, she was shocked at how sexually forward she was with this man she had only met two days prior. The reality is we are both obviously attracted to one another she thought to convince herself that it was okay things were moving so fast. You’re not the only one that can tease, Jack. She noticed the pleasant, but surprised smirk on his face.

  He delicately grabbed her soft foot and rubbed it giving her a sample of what her massage later that night would involve. His hands were strong but gentle as he rubbed her foot and his touch felt so good. She tried to maintain her composure but let out a low moan o
f approval.

  He then placed her foot back near his bulge. She took the opportunity to awaken it by casually rubbing it softly.

  “Easy…” he said slowly in a low sound, “I am going to have to stand up at some point, you know.”

  She maintained eye contact with him, “Maybe now you know how I felt all day at the golf course being touched and teased by you,” she toyed.

  “Payback’s a bitch remember that I will be touching and teasing you tonight. I’ll have you squirming under these magical hands begging me for more,” he said rather assuredly.

  “Magical hands, hmmm?” she asked, then said softly, “I hope you do make me squirm and beg. Remember ‘no strings attached’, you’ll be tortured along with me.”

  They both smiled knowingly at each other, mindful of their impending steamy night.

  When their food arrived Berkleigh dropped her foot from between his legs. He let out a low sigh. Berkleigh was glad that she could affect him in the same way he so easily was able to sexually influence her.

  The food was delicious and through the duration of lunch the conversation switched back and forth between sexual banter and casual talk. They seemed to enjoy getting to know each other better as their time together passed.

  As they were finishing up lunch, Jack received a phone call.

  He groaned in frustration, “I’m sorry, I HAVE to take this. I’ll be right back, I promise.” He stepped outside as he answered the phone.

  Berkleigh observed his demeanor instantly change when he noticed who called. It can’t be a wife could it? I doubt it... a boss, maybe? Would consulting be so uptight, though? Strange how there is a noticeable change in his behavior. Every time that damn phone rings, he tenses up. She shook her head trying to clear the thoughts from her mind. She looked outside and could see he appeared agitated and perhaps a little angry though she could not hear the conversation.

  “What part of ‘things take time’ don’t you understand? I am working this as fast as I can, but you have got to stop hounding me. You’re ruining the mood, God damn it!” Jack hung up and went back inside.

  The waitress arrived to clear the table and leave the check which offered Berkleigh a reprieve from trying to figure out his odd behavior surrounding these ‘private’ phone calls that Jack continued to receive.

  She took out her American Express Platinum to pay for their lunch.

  As Jack walked backed in he seemed to be trying to relax but appeared conflicted.

  “Everything okay?” she questioned.

  He forced a smile and said, “Yes, my boss is pressuring me to close a deal with one of the international banks here and he keeps bugging me for updates. Sorry about that disruption.”

  “Hey, when the boss calls, you have to take it! Just no phone calls during my massage,” she winked.

  That comment seemed to do the trick, bringing Jack back into the light-hearted mood he was in prior to receiving the phone call.

  The waitress returned with Berkleigh’s credit card and the receipt. She signed, Jack thanked her for lunch and they walked to the Jeep.

  On the way back to the hotel, Berkleigh kicked her shoes off and casually placed her feet up on the dash.

  Jack glanced over at her polished toes, “You have the prettiest feet I have ever seen on a woman,” he complimented.

  She glanced over at him lazily and smiled, “Thank you. One of them certainly enjoyed exploring a certain part of you at lunch.”

  He laughed and smiled back at her, then kept his eyes on the road as he reflected on some thoughts. She closed her eyes and appeared very relaxed as the Hawaiian breeze blew through her hair since the Jeep’s top was removed.

  She is so beautiful and sweet. Just my luck that I’m sent to this conference to gather information and Berkleigh’s company may have the information that I’m looking for. I really hope she doesn’t find out. Just because I was sent here for a specific purpose, doesn’t mean that the feelings I’m developing aren’t real for her. God, she is the coolest woman I have ever met, it’s so easy to be around her. Not to mention, the countless things we have in common. Regardless of why I’m here, she will know tonight that my growing affection for her is 100% real. I will prove to her that I can do my job without compromising whatever this is that is emerging between us. He would hate for this to be the end before it really got started.

  Berkleigh seemed to have dozed off so Jack turned the radio on quietly. Thirty minutes or so later they arrived back to the hotel.

  Jack gently touched Berkleigh’s arm, “Wake up beautiful, we’re back,” he softly said.

  She stretched like a baby and yawned, “Wow, I didn’t realize I fell asleep. Sorry I wasn’t great company on the way back.”

  He smiled charmingly and shrugged, “I enjoyed the view,” referencing her tanned, toned body, not the island.

  She looked at her watch as she exited the vehicle, “I have some work to do for a little bit. Are you going up to your room?”

  “Yes, I have to follow up on email. C’mon I’ll walk up with you,” he replied as he handed his keys to the valet.

  As they entered the luxurious lobby of the Grand Wailea, Jack put his muscular arm around Berkleigh and said in a low, deep voice so that only she could hear, “Thank you for a wonderful day, Ms. Woods. I am really looking forward to giving you that massage tonight. Would you join me in my room before for dinner? I will order room service.”

  Berkleigh responded flirtatiously back, “That sounds wonderful, Mr. Ashford. What time?”

  “Let’s say around 6:30.”

  They arrived at the elevator and he pressed the button for the 14th floor. When the doors closed, and he was certain that they were the only two in the elevator, Jack grabbed Berkleigh’s arms catching her completely off guard. He pressed her against the wall as his mouth consumed hers in a passionate kiss. He let out a moan and pushed his instant hardness into her pelvic area. The scene she fantasized about a couple of days ago was playing out and it was hot.

  They arrived at the 14th floor; he pulled away and released her lean arms.

  “I’ve been waiting all day to do that. I tried to behave on the golf course in case any of our clients were out there,” Jack said huskily.

  Berkleigh was speechless from his raw masculinity, her chest heaving with deep breaths. He grabbed her hand and held it as they walked down the hall toward their rooms.

  “Until later?”

  Berkleigh nodded in agreement, she flirted with a wink, “I wish later was now.”

  7

  Berkleigh listened to her favorite country songs as she got ready for what would prove to be one of the most sensual dates of her life.

  I can’t believe I agreed to let him massage me, what was I thinking?! This is so not you! I can say for certain I have had more fun with Jack these last couple of days than anyone my entire life. He is so sexy and exciting. It’s about time I let my hair down and enjoy the good things happening!

  The song “Feels Like Home” came on and her mind immediately drifted to last night on the beach when they shared a romantic dance beneath the twinkling stars. This was the song Jack chose for them and she downloaded it last night after she returned to her room.

  Berkleigh took extra time shaving everywhere that needed it, wanting her body to be completely smooth when Jack applied massage oil all over it. The thought made her become instantly wet.

  Ding! A text message interrupted her thoughts, “One more hour before I get to dine with you then massage your beautiful body!” Jack!

  Ding! Another text, “By the way, I got your mobile number from the conference attendees list so don’t freak out on me! ;)”

  Berkleigh laughed out loud and toyed back, “Here I thought you were a spy, ha ha. Make sure your hands are warm, I have a feeling you will be giving me goose bumps for other reasons than cold hands ;). Now let me get ready.”

  Ding! “Get ready??? What do you have to do to get ready? Just come over in a sexy negligée or robe o
r if you want to make it real interesting…nothing!! ;)” Jack suggested.

  “Oh sure, I will walk out in the hall completely naked just to make it interesting,” she teased.

  Ding! “Thanks for that visual, now I’m hard.”

  Berkleigh flushed more out of the woozy effect Jack had on her than out of embarrassment, after all she is a woman with needs and has been known to ensure they are taken care of, “No, thank you for THAT visual, Jack. Out of curiosity, what will my massage therapist be wearing this evening?”

  Ding! “In an effort to not ruin my designer clothes with oil, my attire may be minimal. No strings attached, this is strictly to save my wardrobe is all :) I will promise to wear my sexy boxers, though. You will be aching to get me out of them, they are irresistible!”

  “Awfully confident there Ashford, did it occur to you that I just might have the ability to exhibit self-control over your charming ways?” Berkleigh played with him.

  Ding! “Aw, you think I’m charming? You should know that I have super James Bond powers that will over ‘come’ you,” Jack flirted.

  At the mention of come, Berkleigh felt the heat rise again. Who am I kidding? I have it bad for this guy. Let’s just hope he feels the same! She thought.

  “I look forward to that Jack, ;)”

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  Berkleigh chose a casual and simple black sundress accompanied by her bling sandals she wore for their walk on the beach. She straightened her long, shiny blonde hair and left it down to drape over her slender shoulders. Grabbing a hair tie, she put it around her wrist for later to pull it up prior to the massage. Generously spraying the perfume that Jack expressed an appreciation for in deliberate areas, applying a sheer lip gloss and one last spray of hair spray rounded out her routine to feel ready. She felt confident that she looked great for her in-room date with Jack, especially pleased with her decision to wear a peach colored thong that had bling on them in the right places as the color accentuated her beautiful sun-kissed skin.