by Tiya Rayne
“They aren’t mine. And if they were, I have others. Is that all you wanted to say?”
He wasn’t going to make this easy. Ok, fine! I was a big girl, I could admit when I was wrong.
“Look, I just wanted to apologize for slightly over reacting the other day. But, if you are too busy I can….”
“I don’t do apologies over the phone. You want to apologize, I need to see you face to face.”
If not for the humor in his tone, I would have cursed him out.
“You are really demanding right now.”
“Hey, I’m not the one that needs to grovel.”
“Who the hell said I was groveling? I called to simply apologize.”
“I’m not accepting it over the phone.”
I took a calming breath and came to a complete stop at the red light. “Ok, can we meet today?”
Another long pause from him. “I can’t leave the office today, but you can come to me.”
“To your office?”
“Yep!”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him where he could stick an apology, but the way my stomach was fluttering at just the thought of seeing him, I sucked it up. I wasn’t doing it for Jackson. Hell, I hadn’t had sex in over two weeks, this was a record for me, I was horny and frustrated, and it was probably another reason I wasn’t sleeping well. Maybe showing up to his office with my tight pencil skirt and sleeveless silk blouse wasn’t a bad idea. I might be able to finally end this dry spell.
“Fine! Send me the address.”
I said goodbye to Jackson, and seconds after I hung up, my phone chimed with a text message. I had just enough time to plug it in before the light turned green.
***
I pulled up to a small rectangular building. A very well-manicured front entrance met me. The words Keller Landscaping painted on a white sign in black letters with a large tree. A large porch sat on the front of the building with rocking chairs welcoming you. It had a very cozy feeling. I spotted Jackson’s truck along with a few other cars. And one white pickup with the same tree symbol that’s on the sign. I stopped my car in front of the building, but before I got out, I slid my panties down my thighs, to my ankles then pulled them off. I stuck them in my purse then stepped out of the car.
The inside of the building was cool and brightly lit. Lots of windows gave off tons of natural light. The walls were an eggshell white with large mat framed pictures of well landscaped yards. A desk sat off to the left as you entered with a smiling brunette. Her hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head and her blue eyes were round shaped and stunning.
“Can I help you?” the female asked.
I walked over to her, dodging the few chairs and dark blue couch in the waiting room.
“Yes, I’m here to see Jackson Keller.”
She looked me over, I didn’t see any sign of judgment on her face. Something I’d grown used to by living in the south. Instead, she looked at me like I was a celebrity.
“Is that a Hermes Constance Bag?”
I looked down at my red bag with the large gold H shaped buckle. “Yes, it is.” I smiled.
She knew her purses.
“OMG!” Her southern accent made her sound a bit like Ellie Mae Clampert. “I’ve seen those on TV and in the ads, but I didn’t think I’d ever see one in person. Can I touch it?”
Ok! That was an odd request, but sure. I lifted up the bag, and she ran her hands over the leather.
“It even feels expensive.” She giggled, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. “It goes well with those red bottom pumps you have on.”
“You know a lot about fashion. You seem like my type of girl.”
She blushed a deep shade of red. “I’ve always been into fashion. Never could afford the stuff, but I sure do like looking at it.”
I liked this girl. She was sweet. I dug through my bag and pulled out my Hermes Constance long wallet that matched my bag. I got the wallet on sale when I purchased the bag. I took my few belongings out of the wallet and handed it to the girl. She looked confused at first.
“I have two of these. You can have this one.”
Her eyes went so wide for a moment, I thought they were going to pop out of her head. I usually gave my old purses to my family—except for Grams, I buy her new. The other ones go up for auction with the proceeds going to the local boys and girls club. I wouldn’t lose sleep giving this young girl a wallet.
The girl nearly leapt over the counter to give me a tight hug. I laughed as she screamed over and over, “Thank You.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Is everything alright?” I knew that voice.
Was it common for a man’s voice to be able to melt you like butter even when he wasn’t saying anything remotely sexual?
The girl let me go and turned to Jackson with tears in her eyes. I took my time turning to face him. When I did I almost wanted to run and jump in his arms. He was in a red collared shirt with the company logo written on it. It was the same one the girl was wearing, but hers looked nothing like Jackson’s. The arms fit tightly over his muscles while the chest stretched over those large pectorals. His husky size looked good in those black slacks. My eyes went directly to his crotch, still thick and hanging to the left as always.
“Jackson, look what she gave me,” the girl squealed in the background.
Jackson didn’t even acknowledge the brunette, his eyes were planted solely on me. He had that hungry look in his eyes that had my sex weeping. I tightened my slippery thighs.
“That’s good, Jess. I’m going to have a talk with Ms. Jefferies in my office. Hold all my calls.”
“Ummm, ok!” Jess agreed.
I walked over to Jackson, and his eyes followed me the entire journey.
“Hello, Mr. Keller.” I purred towards him.
He gave me that damn smile I liked.
“So, Jackson, what do you want me to do about Mr. Russell?” The guy beside Jackson asked.
I was so focused on Jackson that I didn’t even see this guy until now. I turned towards the tall, skinny, brown-skinned brother and smiled.
“Tell him we will be there Friday as scheduled,” Jackson stated, then took my hand, dragging me away from the guy. I didn’t even get a chance to say hello.
We walked into a room in the back. It was a simple office with one window, a file cabinet, a messy metal desk, a couch and three chairs.
Jackson shut the door and locked it as I looked around his office. It was such a man’s office. A large picture over the desk chair of a manicured lawn. Plain eggshell walls and nothing covering the window but vertical blinds. It was basic yet cozy. Jackson walked up behind me, brushing his erection onto my ass before walking away. He just wanted me to feel him. He took a seat behind his desk chair.
“You had something to say to me, right?” Those hazel eyes lit up with amusement.
I dropped my purse onto the gray sofa and walked around to Jackson. Sitting down on the end of his desk, facing him, I crossed my legs.
“I’m sorry for over reacting the other day.”
“And?”
I stared at him, not sure of what else I was supposed to be sorry for.
He rolled his eyes. “You’re sorry for kicking me out of your house, right?”
Ugh, seriously?
“I’m sorry for kicking you out of my house,” I admitted with an eye roll. “Am I forgiven now?”
“I’ll think about it.” He chuckled, and I gave him the middle finger.
Jackson leaned back in his seat, his legs were spread wide, and I could tell he was getting happier and happier to see me.
“You look tired, Char,” he announced suddenly. “Have you been sleeping?”
I didn’t want to talk about my lack of sleep or anything else with Jackson. I wanted Jackson. No, I needed Jackson. I just needed to tame the thirst, then I could go back to my regular schedule.
“I’m fine,” I said, stepping down from the desk. I walked ove
r and stood between his legs. “I didn’t come over to talk about sleep.”
I slowly slid the zipper down the side of my skirt. Jackson followed the movement with his eyes. His pointed tongue running over his full bottom lip. Once the zipper was fully down, I shimmied out of the tight fabric, taking a few wiggles to get it over my hips and ass. Jackson continued to watch me.
When the skirt dropped to my feet and my bare pussy was only slightly covered by the hem of my silk blouse, Jackson bit down on his bottom lip. I stepped out of the skirt and pushed it to the side with my heels. I sat back down on the desk in front of him and spread my legs wide. My soaking wet center on full display. Jackson only stared at it. His hands were resting on the arm of his office chair in tight fist.
“Aren’t you going to touch it?” I purred.
I was done playing Jackson’s game. I needed a release, and I needed it bad. He looked up at me briefly then back down at the view, but he didn’t make a move. Apparently, Jackson needed a little more motivation, so I decided to get started without him. I placed my manicured fingers to my soaked slit. I hiked one leg up propping my heel up on his desk. My tangy and sweet scent coated his office. I slipped my fingers over my hardened nub and down between my pussy lips, the action made a loud slopping sound like someone mixing wet ingredients. Jackson tensed again, the vein in his neck throbbed as he watched me.
Jesus! Would he please get up and do something?
Finally, he stood to his feet. I almost tumbled off the desk when I saw the real outline of Jackson’s erection. I’d been misled. My pussy tightened around my fingers in anticipation, and more of my essence oozed out. I could feel it run down my butt crack and onto Jackson’s desk. He must have seen it too, because he grunted under his breath.
He stood between my open legs. I continued to stare into his eyes as I worked my center, my hips danced around my thin fingers. How I wished he would replace them with his thick ones. He was so close now I could feel his body heat and the brush of the monster between his legs. He watched my hand move in and out of me then slip up to work my swollen clit. Very slowly, he lifted his hands, and I dropped my head back and closed my eyes in anticipation of finally feeling his fingers dance over my clit.
One of his hands rested on my knee, and I moaned at the simple connection, the other hand landed on top of mine that was working my clit. However, he didn’t take over, he just stilled my movements. When I lifted my head and looked into those hooded bedroom eyes, I saw desire, but also determination.
“I asked you, have you been sleeping?”
“What?”
I heard his question, I was just wondering why the fuck did it matter? Why was he asking about sleeping when I knew he could feel the heat and wetness from my pussy?
“You heard me. I asked you a question, you won’t distract me with your body.”
Ok, this was getting old. I leaned up from the desk trying to push him back, but he didn’t budge. Instead of moving, he grabbed the hand I had placed on his chest to push him back, and knocked it away. He moved my hand from between my legs and gently and insanely slow, he started to rub circles over my nub.
Fuck! It felt so good.
“Answer my question, Char,” he whispered the demand against my parted lips.
I was so sexually frustrated that I couldn’t put my brain into two places, and right now it was stuck down between my thighs. So I answered his question without thought.
“No, I haven’t. I’ve been missing you,” I moaned. “Please, Jackson don’t stop.” I tossed my head back and laid flat on the top of his desk.
My back arched off the desk while my head hung slightly off the other end. Jackson applied a little more pressure and picked up the pace just a smidgen. It was just enough for me to get distracted, but not enough for me to get off. My hips lifted from the desk trying to get him to work faster, he wouldn’t be swayed.
“I missed you too, Char. Is that the only thing that’s been keeping you up, baby?”
Again, my distracted brain answered without thought. “I’m scared Cliff will come back.” This admission got two fingers inside my soaking wet entrance. I whimpered at the intrusion, and Jackson growled. He moved his two fingers in and out of me as his thumb continued to work my nub with perfect precision.
“Has he done anything else since Sunday?” The words were growled out.
I think even Jackson was becoming distracted with the way my tight channel was clenching his fingers. This is going to be an embarrassingly quick nut for me. But what can you expect, it’s been awhile.
“No!” I admitted on a long moan.
At this admission, Jackson’s fingers were working me so well, I could feel my body tightening and the flutter in my stomach as my orgasm started to build.
“Jackson, please! Right there,” I started to mumble random commands.
Someone knocked at the door, and I almost cried at the intrusion. I went to sit up, but Jackson nudged me back down.
“Finish,” he commanded in a gravelly voice.
I couldn’t say no to that.
Jackson played my body like a pianist plays a keyboard. His fingers worked in wonderful synchronization. My body shook while someone jiggled the door knob and started knocking again. I heard voices outside the door, but I couldn’t make anything out as I continued to dance on his thick fingers.
Then it hit me like a wrecking ball. My orgasm had me rising up off the desk like a demon was inside me. I moaned loudly as my body started to squirt my release. Jackson growled and cursed as he continued to work me over.
I slowly started to come down, my body quivering in little aftershocks. Jackson finally pulled his fingers out of me, and then helped me to sit up and stand to my feet. We both drowned out the noise outside as we stared at each other.
I thought finding a release would stop this craving for Jackson. It didn’t exactly do what I wanted. My body was even more high strung. I wanted to say fuck who was at that door and ride him on top of his desk.
Instead, I said, “I should get you a towel for your desk and hands.” Admittedly, I made a bit of a mess.
He smiled at me as he brought his soaking wet fingers up to his face. He smelled his fingers then stuck them in his mouth and sucked them clean.
Fuck it, I’m definitely about to ride him.
“Get dressed,” he commanded, cutting off my attack.
I pouted, but I did as he said, sliding my skirt back up my legs and tucking my blouse in before zipping up. Jackson handed me a small clean white towel, and I used it to clean between my legs. He then took it from me and wiped up the wet spot on his desk. He tossed the towel in his bottom drawer, then grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. His lips were on mine, and I willingly opened them for him. His kiss was demanding and scorching, but too brief.
“I didn’t want to know how your pussy felt and not your lips,” he whispered.
Finally our attention was brought back to the door when we heard shouting on the other end.
“I don’t care, Jessica. You get him on the fucking phone.”
Jackson sighed and let me go.
“Who is that?”
“My brother.”
“Why the hell is he yelling at my friend Jessica?” I asked annoyed.
Jackson turned to me with an amused smile. “When did you and my little sister become friends?”
Wait! That’s Jackson’s sister? I had no idea. I still like the girl.
“Since she recognized my bag.”
We both headed to the door. Jackson stopped and handed me my purse off the couch.
“Come over tonight. I want to cook you dinner.”
The thought of going over to Jackson’s for dinner was not as unappealing as I wanted it to be. In fact, the thought of hanging out with him tonight sent butterflies dancing in my stomach. However, there was no way I was going to let him know that.
I gave him a cunning smile. “I’ll think about it,” I said then opened the door.
Standin
g in front of me was a red faced Jessica, a tall, dark-blonde haired guy that looked like the skinny knock off version of Jackson, and a brown-haired girl with brown eyes that were rimmed in red. The guy gave me one of those looks I’d come to expect from southern white men. The girl glanced at me and frowned. Her eyes took in everything on me, from my slightly crumpled shirt, to my disheveled hair, to the glowing smile on my face. She burst into tears and took off down the hall.
“Vanessa, come back!” the guy shouted after her.
He turned back to me and scowled. “You can leave now,” he demanded.
I opened my mouth to put the asshole in his place, but Jackson stepped in.
“Don’t ever fucking talk to her like that.”
Jackson’s voice was so hard and cutting, even I was a little scared.
The other guy looked to Jackson, and in one look, I could see years of dislike and issues. He looked at Jackson how I imagine my Aunt Vivica looked at me.
“We need to talk,” the brother demanded and brushed between Jackson and I to enter the office. On the way in, he clipped Jackson’s shoulder.
“I guess I’ll go. You seem to have your hands full with your ex and your brother here to visit,” I said the words playfully.
I wanted him to know I wasn’t bothered by his mousy looking ex. Besides, while she was sitting in his office, it was my pussy she would be smelling.
Yes, bitch! That sweet and tangy scent was all me.
Jackson followed me out towards the front of the building.
“You’re still coming over tonight, right?”
I stopped at the door and turned to him. He had his hands in his pockets, no doubt trying to hide the erection I left him with.
“You may not even need me by then.” I waved bye to Jessica and headed out the door.
I heard his laughter on my way out.
THIRTEEN
Despite what I told myself in the car after leaving Jackson’s office, I found myself parked in front of the address he sent me.
“What the hell are you doing here, Duck?” I asked myself this question once again.
