“Yes!” she cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
He slammed into her again and again, each thrust tearing a ragged moan from her mouth. Kendra’s legs trembled as she felt that delicious tingling in her belly that meant another orgasm was on its way. She pushed back against him, desperate to climax again. He helped her over the edge when he reached around to rub her clit again. Her cunt clamped down on his cock over and over again until she heard the roar that signaled Jack’s release a moment before she felt the stream of hot cum shooting up inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, panting.
“I love you,” he choked out.
Kendra turned to look over her shoulder. “I love you, too,” she whispered, just before his lips met hers.
* * * *
In the morning, Sophie found a file folder on the counter. In it was a sheaf of pages with recipes and lists of foods that Jack and Kendra preferred. I’ll plan out the menus later today. It looked like it would be a daunting task. There was also a calendar with Kendra’s schedule and Jack’s schedule and instructions on how to add the information to the calendar app on her new cell phone. She took a few minutes to do that. It seemed she would be spending a lot of time alone. That suited her fine. She was used to it, and at least now she had a job to keep her occupied. She poured a bowl of cereal and then sat down. She drew up a schedule for cleaning the big house so it would be manageable. When she finished, she tidied the kitchen and then began to work on the ground floor.
When Sophie had finished her work on the main level, it was mid-afternoon. She made herself a sandwich and sat in her sitting room, enjoying some TV while she ate. The Sullivans had a gazillion channels and Sophie had her own PVR. She’d never have to miss an episode of True Blood again. When the show she was watching ended, she started working on the menus. She glanced through Kendra’s information briefly. She wouldn’t need to worry about her just yet, since she was gone for a month. Instead, Sophie focused on Jack.
Jack’s diet was less restrictive than Kendra’s, but based on what she was reading, he seemed to be more particular about certain recipes. She wasn’t really surprised. He seemed to be particular about the way everything was done. Sophie made up the menu for the week and then went to the kitchen to see if she needed to buy anything. Whoever had last done the shopping had stocked the place well, though, and Sophie was able to get to work chopping the vegetables. She had just placed the salad back into the fridge when she heard a noise at the garage door. She looked up to see Jack coming into the mudroom. He smiled when he saw her.
“Hi, Jack,” she said. “I wasn’t expecting you home just yet. I don’t have everything ready for dinner.”
He set his briefcase down on the floor beside the island and said, “I was done earlier than I thought. Most days I don’t get home until six o’clock, sometimes later. If I’m going to be off schedule, I’ll let you know. I’m going to go work out and then I’ll have supper after that. What were you planning to make?”
“I was going to make the broiled chicken and wild rice recipe that was in that file,” she said. He didn’t respond at first, but gazed intently into her eyes. Sophie was unsure of what that meant. Was he unhappy about the choice? Or was he waiting for her to say something else? “I…umm…I had a salad ready, too,” she added weakly.
After another moment of gazing at her, he smiled and said, “That will be fine, Sophie. Did you plan out a menu?” When she nodded, he said, “I’d like to look at it and approve it.”
“Of course.” She hesitated for a moment and then added, “Sir.”
That brought a large grin to his face and Sophie was relieved to see it. She didn’t want him to be unhappy with her. His smile made him look younger and gave him a very charming glint. “I’ll be back to eat in an hour.” And he strode from the room.
Sophie sighed and began making the dinner. Just as the oven timer went off to signal that everything was ready, Jack walked into the kitchen. Sophie froze and stared at him. He was wearing a tank top and athletic shorts and had a towel slung around his neck. Sweat was running down his face and had dampened the shirt. He went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and began to drink. When he took the bottle away from his mouth, a drop of water clung to his bottom lip. Sophie was riveted as his tongue darted out and licked it away.
“Are you going to get that?” he asked, pointing toward the oven.
With a start, Sophie realized that the timer was still beeping behind her. As her face reddened, she turned away from Jack and went to the oven. She turned off the timer and pulled the baking dish out. She set it on the counter and began assembling the meals on the plates, and then carried them to the table where the salad was already waiting, and set one down at each place. When she turned to get a pitcher of water, she saw Jack in the mudroom. He had pulled off the tank top and thrown it into the hamper next to the washing machine. Sophie admired the way the muscles on his back worked as he toweled the sweat off of himself. He added the towel to the hamper, pulled on a T-shirt, and turned around to find Sophie staring at him. With a smirk, he sauntered to the table and sat down.
Giving her head a quick shake, Sophie picked up the pitcher and went to the table. The meal passed in silence and she spent most of the time with her eyes down in an attempt to avoid looking at him. When she had finished, she sat and waited for him to finish as well. When he finally set down his fork, she stood, picked up the plates, and carried them to the sink.
“I’d like to look at the menu while you do that,” Jack said.
“Of course…Sir.” Sophie picked it up off the counter beside the pantry and handed it to him. He read through it as she cleared the remaining dishes. When she had finished tidying up, she turned back to find him watching her.
“The menu looks fine,” he said. “You clearly read through the file Kendra left. If you can stick to that, there shouldn’t be any problems.” He stood and walked toward her. She swallowed as he approached, and felt a strange fluttering in her stomach. He didn’t stop until he was well into her personal space. Sophie desperately longed to move back, but was afraid he might be angry if she did. His eyes held a look she couldn’t place. He held out the paper to her and she took it.
The next thing he did shocked her. He placed his hands on her waist, lifted her up, and sat her down on the countertop. Before she had a chance to react, he was pushing her legs apart and moving between them. He placed his hands on the counter on either side of her and leaned close. He stopped with his face hovering just a few inches from hers. She was breathing heavily and her pulse raced. She couldn’t focus on his face because he was so close. He shifted so that his mouth came close to her neck, but didn’t touch her. His breath whispered across her skin and she couldn’t help the tiny whimper that escaped her lips. He brought his mouth even closer, and now his breathing was ragged in her ear. Sophie could barely stand it. She found herself tilting her head slightly to give him better access. It was all she could do to keep herself from wrapping her arms and legs around him and closing that last little distance between them. She longed to feel those lips against her and desperately wanted him to kiss her neck, her ear, and then her mouth. The longer he stayed close, the more difficult it was to maintain her self-control.
“Jack,” she whispered softly. “Please. Let me down.” Her voice trembled. He would be angry at her and she didn’t want him to be. But he was a married man and she was determined to keep him at arm’s length.
He pulled back a bit so he could meet her eyes. “Do you want me?”
Sophie let out a shuddering breath. “Yes…I mean, no! You’re married.”
“Just because I’m married doesn’t mean you can’t want me.” His voice was low and sexy. “I’ll let you down if you admit that you want me.”
Sophie closed her eyes and tried to take a deep breath, but she was so aroused it was difficult. “I want you,” she whispered.
He stayed where he was for a moment longer and then eased back. Soph
ie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. He lifted her carefully down. After one more smoldering look, he turned and walked out of the room.
Chapter Six
Sophie gripped the counter tightly as she regained her senses. She managed to stagger to her room and sank down on the love seat. What the hell just happened? She didn’t know what Jack was playing at, but she didn’t like it. Well, she did like it, but she didn’t want to. He seemed to know just how to arouse her, but didn’t seem to want to take it further. What he said about her being able to want him, even though he was married, was true. She could want him, but she shouldn’t. It had her very confused and she began to question if she should even stay here.
What have you got to go back to? A lonely apartment with all your utilities disconnected, no job, and no life. Sophie sighed. If she forgot about Jack’s advances, or whatever they were, and just thought about the job, she knew it was perfect. She’d never get another one like this. She had managed to keep her wits about her tonight. Sort of. She could keep their relationship businesslike. Probably.
With another sigh, Sophie stood and went for a cold shower before she turned in for the night.
In the morning, alone in the house again, it was easy for Sophie to forget about the events of the night before. She threw herself into her work. If she could make it through tonight, she would be okay for a few days. Jack had a conference to go to tomorrow and she wouldn’t have to see him again until Monday.
In the master suite, she was running the duster over the bookshelves when she remembered Kendra’s offer to loan her some books. Setting down the duster, she began to look over some of the titles to see if there was anything interesting. One set of shelves featured non-fiction books on a wide variety of topics, organized alphabetically. Sophie guessed that they belonged to Jack.
The next set had a great deal of fiction, organized by genre. She skipped over the mystery, thriller, and crime sections. There were so many books! Further along on the shelves, she found the romance novels and smiled. This was what she preferred. She scanned the titles, pulling out a few books here and there. Most of the big names were up there, Judith Devereaux, Danielle Steele, and Nora Roberts, plus many Sophie wasn’t familiar with. As she moved along, she noticed a few shelves filled with paperbacks. She scanned the titles until one jumped out at her. Luscious Lesbians: An Anthology of Lesbian Erotica. Sophie blinked and reread it a few times. Then she pulled the book off the shelf.
The cover featured two nude women with their bodies pressed against each other. Sophie could see the sides of their breasts, though the nipples were hidden, and their positions hid their pussies. Sophie opened the book to the table of contents. The book had five short stories by a number of authors she had never heard of. Opening to a random page, Sophie began to read:
Julia’s hand slid between Donna’s legs, firmly rubbing her swollen lips. Donna gasped when Julia’s finger slipped between the soft folds to circle her hard little clit. Donna mewled with pleasure as the increasing pressure on her clit brought her closer to orgasm.
“Oh my God, Julia!” she cried. “Lick my pussy! Put your tongue on my clit!”
Julia happily obliged. She dove between Donna’s thighs and thrust her tongue straight into her cunt, thrusting there several times before sliding it up to touch—
“Holy shit,” Sophie whispered out loud. She had never read anything so explicit in her life. It both shocked and excited her to see sex described in such graphic detail. In fact, her pussy was pulsing slightly as she thought about it. Maybe I need to read some of these. Sophie looked over the titles again, and when she came to one that read, Three Husbands for Hannah, she pulled it down as well. On the cover was a semi-nude woman surrounded by three semi-nude men. She couldn’t believe that there were actually books like this. Or that people actually bought books like this. But her curiosity was piqued, and she decided that she would borrow these two books.
Sophie continued cleaning the room, changed the sheets, and gathered the laundry. She tossed the books on top of the hamper and carried everything back downstairs. She took the books into her room and set them on her nightstand before returning to the laundry room. She sorted the laundry, shivering when she came across a man’s thong. Her overactive imagination had no trouble picturing Jack wearing that and nothing else. Blushing furiously, she tossed it into the washer with the other delicates and slammed the door.
She needed to call Mr. Singh and make arrangements for the rest of her things. Taking the cell phone from her pocket, she dialed the number.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hi, Mr. Singh. It’s Sophie LaPlante.”
“Sophie! How are you? I was surprised to hear you were moving.”
“That’s actually what I’m calling about,” she said. “I’ve got some movers booked to come and pick up the rest of my things next Thursday. Is that okay?”
“Sure, sure,” he said. “I’ll let them in.”
“Great. Thank you. Let me give you my phone number in case there are any problems.” After she recited the number to him, they said good-bye and hung up.
When Jack arrived home that evening, Sophie had just taken the food from the stove. He didn’t say anything to her as he sat down at the table. Sophie set the plate in front of him and sat down to eat. The meal passed in silence, but she could feel tension in the air again. She was entirely too aware of him, but she reminded herself that he was leaving in the morning for three days.
When he finished eating, Jack said, “I’m going upstairs to get my things. A car is picking me up in an hour to go to the airport. I’ll be home for dinner on Monday.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sophie said quietly.
Jack stood and went to the hallway, but stopped for a moment and turned around. “Sophie…” He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. “Never mind,” he said. “Have a good weekend.”
“You, too,” she said softly. When he had disappeared down the hall, she exhaled.
After Sophie had finished tidying the kitchen, she returned to her room. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and stripped down before sliding into the bed. She picked up the two books she had set on her night stand earlier and looked between them. Deciding she was more comfortable with heterosexual sex for the moment, she set down the lesbian erotica and began reading Three Husbands for Hannah.
To her surprise, the book had a plot. A pretty good one, in fact, and before she knew it, Sophie had read four chapters. The way the author described the characters’ feelings was amazing and Sophie felt the sexual tension rising in her as it did in the story. When she came to the first sex scene, her arousal became intense.
Hannah slid herself onto Tom’s huge cock. He groaned as she covered him and Hannah sighed in response. She loved the feeling of a big, hard dick inside of her. As she began to ride Tom, she felt Harry probing her asshole with his fingers. He massaged lubricant onto her anus and then slipped a finger inside her. Hannah moaned louder at the dual sensations. When Harry slipped another finger inside, it was incredible. He pumped into her while Tom thrust up into her pussy from below.
“Hold still for a minute,” Harry told Hannah. She and Tom stopped and she felt Harry move in behind her. He gripped her hip with one hand. He withdrew his fingers but quickly replaced them with his cock.
“Oh my God!” Hannah screamed. “Oh, yeah! Fuck my ass, Harry!”
The two men began to slide in and out of her. She was full to bursting, but she loved it. She lifted her head to see Richard sitting on the chair stroking himself. She smiled at him and said, “Get over here and fuck my mouth.” Richard jumped up and gave her what she wanted.
Sophie’s pussy was throbbing now and she had to do something about it. Carefully holding the book in one hand, she slid the other between her legs.
“Oh, yeah,” she whispered softly as her finger touched her engorged clit. She stroked herself gently as she read, gradually building up the tempo. By the time she reached the sce
ne’s climax, she was almost at her own. Dropping the book, she grabbed one of her breasts and began tugging on the nipple. She closed her eyes as she masturbated, imagining what it might feel like to fuck three guys at once. The thought excited her a lot and she rubbed her clit harder and harder as she felt the heaviness in her abdomen that meant an orgasm was about to overtake her. When it finally did, her pussy twitched and clenched, the feeling so intense that she cried out with pleasure.
That was fucking awesome, she thought as she lay there afterward. She briefly entertained the idea of reading more, and then decided that she was too worn out from her first session to continue. It wasn’t long before she was fast asleep.
* * * *
When Sophie woke the next day, she remembered that she was by herself in the house and sighed with relief. The tension between her and Jack was palpable, and she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. Although, maybe if she continued reading and getting herself off, she might find that she didn’t want him as much. It would at least be fun to try, she thought with a smile.
Sophie had breakfast and began the onerous task of dusting the twelve-thousand-square-foot home. It took her all morning to do the ground floor. The upper ones weren’t as big, thank goodness, and she tackled them after lunch. She was nearly finished with the last guest bedroom when the phone rang. Sophie looked at the display and saw the name of the dress shop where they had purchased her gown.
“Hello?” she said.
“Ms. LaPlante?” said the woman on the other end.
“Yes.”
“We have your dress hemmed and ready to go,” she said. “Would you like to come and pick that up today?”
Training the Help [Hedon Falls 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Page 5
