by Abby Gordon
“I think the establishment can manage that.”
“Just what does the establishment charge for such services?” she wondered, closing her eyes and smelling the musky male scent of him. Her hands brushed over his back. “I’ll bet it’s a pretty penny.”
“Mm, oh, it’s quite expensive,” he told her. “After all, this is a very exclusive, ultra-selective estab—”
Her left hand came around his hip and her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him the way she’d discovered he loved. She grinned as his eyes nearly crossed.
“Well, then, let me take care of my tab,” she murmured, putting her hands on his shoulders. “I’d hate to go too far into debt.”
Pushing him back onto the bed, she swung around and straddled his hips. Sean’s lips curved.
“Oh, that’s all right, babe. You run that tab as high…” He groaned as she rubbed her pussy folds against his erection. “Jeeeezussss!”
“That feel good?” she whispered, lowering her mouth to his neck. “How about this?”
As her hand wrapped around him, she nibbled and licked her way along his chest, from one nipple to the other. Then back up to his neck.
“God, you taste so good,” she told him. “Like pure male and beach and…oh, it’s indescribable.”
“Pure male and beach sound good to me,” he managed, his voice half-strangled. “Jess, I…”
“A few minutes and I think I can make sure the establishment is quite satisfied,” she promised, raising her head and meeting his eyes. “Let me know what you think.”
She undulated her hips against his, relishing his lusty moan. Curling her body, she sat up, tossing her hair back over her shoulders. One hand went behind her as her gaze held his. Brown eyes narrowed then widened as her fingers teased his balls.
“Jess.”
“I’d tease longer, but I don’t think either of us want that.”
“Hell, no,” he agreed.
Rising up on her knees, she centered herself over his erection. Two fingers held her pussy lips apart as she lowered her body, bending forward to see. When the tip was between her fingers, she lifted her head. The heat in his gaze nearly sent her over. His hands came up, fingers bending. She put her hands to his, palm-to-palm. For a moment she held still, taking a deep breath as if about to dive into a deep pool. And she did. Taking him in her pussy all at once, she arched back, his fingers tightening around her hands, and cried out her exultation.
“Ride me, Jessica,” he whispered hoarsely. “Ride me to release.”
And she rode, relishing the way his cock filled her, pierced her deep, and stretched her. The way the coarse dark curls rubbed her clit in just the right way. Her movements became quicker but shallower and she felt herself on the edge. But she knew Sean wasn’t anywhere close.
“Sean, I’m nearly there,” she panted.
“Go, baby,” he told her. “I want to watch you. Then I’ll get mine.”
Freed, she writhed and circled her hips.
Nothing was more beautiful or erotic than watching his Jessica get lost in grinding her way to an orgasm. He was being used in a way he loved. God, let him be used like this every day the rest of his life and he’d die a happy man. Sweat poured from her body as her breasts jiggled. He felt her pussy walls tighten and acted quickly.
Grabbing her hips, he held her to him as he rolled. Feeling his movement, she reached and caught his shoulders as she ended up beneath him.
“Together?” she whispered, eyes half-lidded.
“Together,” he confirmed.
And began his fucking rhythm. Her legs wrapped around his waist, hooking at the ankles. He smiled. Now he was using her and she wanted it. Her hands caught in his hair and pulled his head closer.
Needing the kiss as desperately as she did, he possessed her mouth the way his cock claimed her pussy. Hard, deep, fast, and completely. He humped urgently. Nothing else mattered but their satisfaction.
Sean felt hers as simultaneously her pussy clenched, her body jerked and stiffened and somehow she arched off the bed, tearing their mouths apart as she keened her release.
“Oh, yeah,” he grunted. His balls tightened and tingled. “Come on, baby. Almost there. Gimme more. Gimme one more.”
He pounded into her a few more times and felt the second orgasm ripple through her pussy. His balls tensed and released her. Sean collapsed on her, panting against her neck.
His lips moved against her damp skin.
“If I can ever go more than thirty minutes around you without tearing your clothes off and fucking you, call a doctor cause I’m really ill to the point of death.”
Her fingers stroked his hair as she chuckled. “Back at you.”
He managed to prop himself on an elbow and look down at her.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her gently.
“Mm, you make me feel beautiful,” she told him.
For a moment, they were still, just staring at each other. Then panic filled her eyes.
“Sean, we forgot…”
“Well, that’s your fault,” he told her, swallowing her protest with a kiss. “You’re just too damned sexy in the morning.”
“Seeean,” she moaned.
“I’ll try to remember next time,” he promised with a sigh. “But I’m clean. You’re clean. And,” he smoothed a hand down her front to her lower belly. “Would it be so hard to have my baby?” Another kiss and she was sighing. “I know, unfair. I’ll put condoms in every room.”
“Thank you,” she murmured. “I’m sorry. It’s just…”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Sean assured her with a rueful smile. “I certainly can’t accuse you of trying to trap me by getting pregnant on purpose. Not when I’m the one who keeps forgetting.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think…” Her stomach rumbled and she closed her eyes. “So embarrassing.”
Sean was relieved because he could guess where her thoughts had been going and she was too damn close to the truth. Close? How about a fricking bulls-eye? He had no idea how long he could keep “forgetting” before she called him on it. Now, he just smiled and kissed her nose.
“Let’s go get breakfast.”
“Excellent idea.”
He sat up, pulling her with him. He stood and pulled on a pair cargo shorts, then looked over his shoulder to find her glancing about the bedroom.
“I suppose you want to wear clothes?”
The knowing look she sent his way had him grinning. With a dramatic sigh, he opened a drawer and tossed her a T-shirt.
“Anything else?” she wondered, pulling it over her head.
“In the interest of not tearing any clothes…”
Her head popped through and she gave him another droll look that had him smile at her.
“Well, you did say you didn’t want me to rip them off you. I’m just trying to be practical.”
“Is that what it is called?” Her arms went through the sleeves and she checked to see where the hem hit. Just at her hip bones. “Oh, I can tell where this will end up.”
Barely able to hide his smirk, he took her hand and took her into the living area.
Jessica could only shake her head as Sean pulled her from the bedroom. The man was so obvious. And insatiable. Not that she was going to protest. To have a man like him unable to keep his hands off her body was an incredible feeling that had nothing to do with the mind-blowing orgasms she’d been having.
“Now I see why you made your remarks about my flat,” she murmured, glancing about the room she found herself in.
Sited to take in the view of the small curve of beach and the ocean beyond, the area had several conversation areas, as well as a long table under the far wall. Jessica thought, if her mind remembered correctly, that was the wall where the carport was. Or cartport, rather. Double doors that Sean had left open to the porch were in the center and to the left was a kitchen that had her drooling. Open to the rest of the room, it had top-of-the-line appliance
s, including a ten-burner stove over a double oven. A steel-faced fridge stood next to what she guessed was either another fridge or a freezer.
“Mon Dieu,” she breathed, moving onto the tile. “Magnificent.”
Sean had continued toward the porch and turned at her voice. “You like the kitchen?”
“It’s marvelous,” Jessica told him, flashing a smile over her shoulder as she prowled.
Opening cabinets, though, she became puzzled. They were all empty. There were some dishes in one and a check of the drawer below it revealed flatware, but besides some glassware, they had nothing in them. Shaking her head, she opened the nearest silver appliance, certain it would contain food. A narrow wine fridge she hadn’t seen before was between it and the counter. She was impressed by some of the labels.
“Wine, beer, milk that is expired,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Four eggs and cheese no self respecting mouse would touch.” Holding the milk carton in one hand and the cheese between her thumb and forefinger, Jessica turned from the fridge. “Sean, there’s no food.”
“Of course, there is,” he replied, striding to the other appliance. Proudly, he pulled the door open. “See? Samuel got everything on my list.”
Putting the dairy items on the counter, Jessica stepped to his side and stared into the freezer.
“Where?”
“Where what?”
Her gaze went to his face. “Where is the food?”
It was his turn to be puzzled. Sean reached in and took out two boxes.
“Right here.”
“That’s not food,” she told him, shocked to her French core. “Those are frozen bricks.”
Clearly insulted, Sean scowled.
“This is perfectly good food,” he insisted.
“Sean, I’m not eating frozen bricks,” Jessica stated firmly and patiently. “How long would it take someone to get real food here?”
Sean shook his head. “I’m not sure. I usually call Saul or Samuel. They pick up a list and a few hours later, maybe the next day, they come back with the food.”
“Frozen bricks,” she repeated darkly. “What is Saul’s wife’s name?”
“Sarah.”
“And the phone?”
“Over there,” he answered, gesturing across the room to the long table.
Her eyes lit up and she hurried across. On the table next to it were the numbers for each bungalow and at the top of the list was Saul’s.
“This number would get Sarah as well?” she asked.
“Yes. Jessica, there’s nothing wrong with this,” he told her, following her.
“Mmph,” was her only reply as she picked up the receiver and tapped the numbers.
“Mr. Sean? Everything all right?” a woman’s melodic voice answered.
“This is Jessica. Is this Sarah?”
“Oui, mademoiselle.”
Jessica grinned. “Oh, fantastic. Sarah, Sean had Samuel get frozen bricks for food.”
The woman chuckled. “Oh, I know. Mr. Sean can’t cook. He can barely heat those in the microwave.”
“All his talents lie in other areas,” murmured Jessica, glancing at the man next to her. Sean grinned, then frowned down at the boxes she had rejected. “So, would it be possible to get real food? How long would it take? Would you be able to come help me make the list?”
“Mais oui, mademoiselle. Thirty minutes?”
“Perfect if you don’t mind my hair being wet.”
“It will dry swiftly in this heat,” assured Sarah.
Replacing the receiver, Jessica turned to a disgruntled Sean who was still looking at the boxes he held.
“I’m not that bad,” he muttered.
“Well, the tea was very good,” she murmured, hugging him. “Now, let me take a quick shower.” She glanced about. “Where are the bags and things?”
“In the bathroom,” Sean replied mournfully. “Not even for breakfast?”
Her stomach rumbled as if protesting.
“Maybe after a shower,” answered Jessica, then ran her tongue along her teeth. “And I need a toothbrush.”
He sighed. “All right. I’ll show you where the bathroom is. But it’ll cost you.”
“For cooking you real food and not having frozen bricks?” she wondered as he went back to the bedroom.
“I had the menus all planned out to coordinate with the wine,” he advised her in a snooty voice.
Chuckling, she wrapped an arm around his waist.
“The wine selection was well done. Pippa would approve.”
“The waitress?”
“The waitress who just passed her sommelier exams with flying corks,” Jessica told him with a smile. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear her squealing and shouting. It was my one bright spot this week until you showed up.”
“I heard those were grueling exams,” Sean commented, the bricks now in one hand as the other went around her shoulders. He went to the bathroom door. “Need any help washing your back?”
“Not with Sarah coming in thirty minutes.” She chuckled, then went on her toes to press a warm kiss to his lips. “She might be used to finding you with practically naked women, but I’m not.”
The smile faded from his face and he became very serious. “Jess, the only other woman who’s been here is Charlotte. And she only came a few times.”
Stunned, Jessica could only nod and stare after him as he walked away. His words were at total odds with the public image of a strutting playboy. As she adjusted her own perception of him, she turned to the bags. Pulling out two of the dresses, she put them on the hangers on the back of the door. Still amazed at everything, she took the pink bags to the long marble counter and quickly assembled what she would need. Despite her shower on the plane, it had been all too brief for her liking. Even now, she didn’t have nearly enough time but she’d make do.
Twenty-five minutes later, hair still wet and piled on her head, Jessica left the bathroom wearing a silk-linen shift in magenta with bold white lilies. A wolf whistle from the open doors had her smiling at Sean who sauntered in.
“If only Sarah wasn’t coming,” he murmured, stroking his hands from her shoulders down her arms. “It has been thirty minutes since I last touched you.”
“After, Sean,” she promised, smiling at his groan and disgruntled expression. “It’s not easy for me either. I had no idea a woman could feel the way you make me feel.”
The delight in his eyes had her half-wishing Sarah wasn’t coming as well.
“Bonjour, Mr. Sean,” Sarah’s voice came from the porch. “Mademoiselle,” she greeted her as she appeared. Jessica blinked. Given Saul’s height and Samuel’s as well as his bulk, she had expected a similarly sized woman. Sarah was a slim, trim, and barely five feet tall woman in her mid-fifties. “Oh, so gorgeous,” she sighed, beaming at Sean. “No less than I would expect but the photos don’t do your cheekbones justice and the video was quite blurry.” A light peal of laughter rippled. “Then again, Mr. Sean was moving quite quickly as he carried you.”
“Photos?” Jessica whispered, her shocked gaze going from Sarah to Sean. “What photos?”
“From the tabloids,” Sarah waved it away. “What do they know?”
“What kind of photos?” pressed Jessica.
“It looked like something from an ID,” Sean told her. “From work.”
“Henrietta, in the personnel division,” she explained. “She would never release something like that. Nor,” Jessica continued grimly, “would she have released my address to the media.”
“Don’t you worry about that now,” Sarah soothed, coming forward and taking her hand. “Mr. Sean is taking care of you and no one will do anything like that to you again.”
“Got that right,” he agreed.
“See?” Sarah beamed up at him. “Now,” she drew Jessica away from Sean. “What kind of cooking do you want to do?”
“My grandparents live in Provence and I lived there and in Paris for six years.”
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�Oh, I’m so jealous,” murmured Sarah.
“I didn’t appreciate it at the time,” Jessica side-stepped.
“The young never do, nor see all of what is happening around them,” Sarah agreed, nodding sagely. They stood in the center of the kitchen. “So, fresh vegetables? Fruits? Chicken. Seafood. And I know Mr. Sean likes his red meat every few days.”
“Sounds like our list right there,” Jessica commented, going to the notepad. “So, what is in season here?”
Sean watched the two women and relaxed at the sight of Jessica getting along so well with one of the staples in his life. Pete, Sam, and Sasha had all approved of her and now Saul, Sarah, and Samuel. And in the next week, he’d get the most important two. Charlotte, he realized, probably already did. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have done what she did. Clothes to some extent, but so many perfectly suited for Jessica? Including the bikinis and the toiletries. He relaxed a bit more. Knowing his ex-wife, she’d probably done a quick investigation while waiting for him to call back. Which left Maisie.
“Sean?”
He grinned at Jessica. “Yes?” Hoping he’d be able to have some say, he joined them in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. His gaze landed on the list. He didn’t recognize much of it. “What are you going to be making?”
“Food,” Jessica told him with a smile. “Was there anything in particular you’d like?”
“I’m going to figure that if I say something out of a box, I’m on the couch?”
She rolled her eyes and looked at Sarah. The older woman laughed.
“He’ll appreciate everything you make, clean his plate, and go looking for more,” she predicted. “They do have fresh cut herbs. I’ll get those.”
“You’re going?” That surprised Sean. Sarah rarely left the island.
“The first time to make sure Samuel knows what Miss Jessica wants,” she replied calmly, turning to Jessica. “After that he’ll have no problems.”
“Thank you so much.”
“Well, while you to plot to buy out the market, I’m going to head to my studio,” Sean decided. “Thank you, Sarah. I appreciate it.”
“Not at all, Mr. Sean,” answered Sarah with a wide grin.
