All the Wrong Places

by Jerilee Kaye

  Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

  “Jin,” she read his name softly. “All along I had your real name inscribed on my ankle.”

  He nodded. “You did tell me to choose whatever design I wanted, remember?”

  “Sneaky!” she hissed. “You’re going to pay for that.”

  She took his hand and pulled him to her. She moaned when he landed on top of her, his front pressing against her sensitive center. Then she gave him a rough, intense kiss on the lips.

  “Hmmm, easy love,” he moaned. “You want me to last long, don’t you?”

  She giggled. “I’m sorry.”

  He kissed her again. Each contact he made on her skin was like fire burning him. He felt the urgency of his passion and he struggled for control. He touched her core. She was ready for him. It took all his strength not to thrust into her when he heard her moaning his name, pleading him to take her.

  “Jin! What are you waiting for?”

  “I want you to reach your peak first, love,” he said. “I want you to feel pleasure again and again and again.”

  He teased her, caressed her as she struggled to control her screams underneath him.

  “Jin… please!” she begged.

  “Come for me, first, my love. And then I will give you what you want.”

  He kissed her thoroughly, his tongue explored her mouth, teasing her, cajoling her to submit to him, while his fingers were sending her to the edge of no return.

  And then she shattered under him. She screamed his name and he felt her body convulsing into spasms. He let out a guttural moan as he held on to the last strings of his control while he watched her inhibitions break in front of him. When she started to come down from her high, he nudged her knees further apart and in a split second they were one.

  “Arrrggghh!!!” he moaned as he felt her sheath him like a glove tailored just for him.

  The minute he started moving above her, she immediately rose to her peak once again, giving in to another powerful frenzy.

  “Damn it, Arabella!” he cursed. He was in ecstasy himself. And he didn’t want it to end. He wanted it to last all night if possible. But once he felt her third climax and her insides gripped his length like a vice, he lost all control and exploded into her.

  “Fuck, Arabella! I’m losing it!” he pumped into her over and over, losing control over his body, surrendering to his lust for her, and the pleasure her body was giving him.

  When they came down from the heights of their pleasure, he collapsed on top of her. She lay still under him, spent and contented.

  He kissed her gently. He was still inside her. He shifted his weight to his side, so he would not suffocate her. He kissed her lips, gently at first. She kissed him back, teasing him, tracing his lips with her tongue.

  She was fanning the heat inside him again. He hadn’t even gone soft inside her yet, but he felt the desire creeping through his body again.

  He moved above her, kissing her, caressing her breast, kneading them under his palm. Then he was instantly rock hard again.

  “Fuck!” he cursed as he nudged her thighs further apart.

  “Jin!” she breathed. She widened her eyes at him. “Are you…”

  He nodded. “Yes, baby. I’m going to make love to you again!”

  He felt the urgency build up inside him. He plunged into her over and over with fevered passion. Her moans were music to his ears.

  He shifted, lifting her with him. He lay on his back and she mounted him in one swift motion. He stifled a moan and bit his lip. She moved on top of him, smiling at him shyly, making him known that she hadn’t done this often, which made him want her even more.

  He pulled her to him, holding her head between his hands as he crushed her lips to his.

  “Your innocence drives me crazy, my love!” he whispered against her lips. “I love it that I’m the only man who had ever possessed your body!”

  “It doesn’t bother you that I’m so… inexperienced?”

  He gave her a wicked smile. “No. In fact, it drives me insane with lust even more. I want to do so many things to you!” He caressed her back, gently tickling her spine. She moaned against his lips.

  When she looked at him, he could see passion burning in her eyes.

  “Will you teach me?”

  “Teach you what?”

  “Teach me how to… please you.”

  “You’re already pleasing me—beyond my imaginations,” he assured her. “But we have a lifetime to explore each other’s weaknesses. I’m looking forward to finding more of your pleasure spots… what makes you blush, what makes you tingle and… what makes you scream.”

  Then without warning, he wrapped his arms around her spun her around in bed as swiftly as he could. He had her on fours and entered her from behind, making her squeal.

  “Oh God, Jin!”

  He pulled her against his chest, then he nuzzled her neck and his hand slowly crept down her body to touch her sensitive button.

  “Scream, my beautiful! I won’t last long, but I need to hear you scream my name again!”

  Then he thrust in her mercilessly, while his hand relentlessly stimulated her. He wrapped an arm around her body so he could hold her to him, for sure she wouldn’t have the strength to hold herself up.

  “Oh my God, oh my God!” she didn’t seem to be breathing anymore. “Jin! Jin! Jin!” and she gave in to her fourth climax. He pounded her from behind, intensifying the feeling even more for her. He wanted to quench her thirst, fill her need.

  When she finished, he released her gently. She fell back on the rug. He held her on her hips, gently thrusting into her while giving her time to catch her breath.

  She let out a quiet moan. “God, Jin…” she breathed.

  “You ready, baby?”

  She rose up on fours and looked back at him. She bit her lower lip and gave him a seductive smile.

  There was no need for words. She gave him what he was asking for—permission to unleash the beast inside him. He pounded into her relentlessly. He was too far gone into his lust for her body.

  Finally, he gave her a final thrust and poured all his seed into her womb! He pulled her to him so he could hug her body. He gently sucked on her neck as he let out sounds of pleasure.

  When he came back down from Nirvana, he took a moment to catch his breath. He kissed her neck gently, the same spot he marked with a hickey.

  He nipped at her earlobe, whispering, “Je t’aime, ma belle.”

  “I love you too,” she whispered.

  Gently, he pulled out of her. Then he lay down on the rug, resting his head against the plush pillows. He pulled her to him and she rested her head against his shoulder.

  He pulled a blanket on both of them.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Super. Have you done that before?”

  “What? Twice consecutively?”

  “Hmmm…”

  “Never,” he replied. He didn’t know that was even possible before. He thought that was a myth. But tonight… tonight he wasn’t able to help himself. He wanted her too much—love and lust existed on equal planes. He never felt this much desire for any woman before. And she happened to be the same woman he’s madly in love with.

  “Jin…”

  “Yes, love?”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything.”

  “You had a cut on your eyebrow and a bruise on your lip when you picked me up at the airport today. What happened?”

  He sighed. He gently caressed her arm.

  “I settled a score.”

  “What score?”

  “With McAllister.”

  Julianne propped up on her elbow, looking at him with bewildered eyes.

  “What-what do you mean?”

  He pushed a lock of stray hair away from her face. “Let’s just say that he will not be bothering us anymore.”

  “What did you do?” she asked. “He… he’s alright, i
sn’t he?”

  He chuckled. “Of course, he is. He was… scathe-free.”

  “And you got a cut? I don’t believe that! If you ended up with a cut and a bruise, then I cannot imagine how Patrick McAllister must have looked like right now.”

  “Well… I didn’t exactly fight him back.”

  “What?”

  “Look. The guy was crazy about you too. In a bad way. I was madly in love with you but he… he wanted to possess you because you’re hot and every bit the trophy wife an ambitious, political man like him needed. He didn’t get you and he didn’t have closure.”

  “And what did you do?”

  “Well, we settled a score in a fight. He beat me up to get even, ease his bruised ego. I didn’t fight back.”

  “How many punches did he give you?”

  He looked at the ceiling thoughtfully for a moment. Then he answered, “About six. And I think his knuckles hurt after that. He couldn’t give me any more.”

  “And then what happened?”

  He shrugged. “And then I told him we were even. He must leave you and me alone.”

  “That’s it?”

  He shrugged again. “Patrick McAllister is a bit of a spoiled brat. He’s like a kid who wasn’t able to get the toy that was promised to him.”

  “So, he’s really going to just leave us alone?”

  Jin nodded. “Don’t worry about it. He’s not our problem anymore.” He gave her a reassuring smile and then he pulled her to him so he could kiss her lips.

  “I’m so happy!” She sighed.

  “Me too.”

  She rested her head on his shoulder again.

  “Get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow.”

  “I have to go to work tomorrow,” she said.

  “You know, you don’t have to do that anymore,” he said in a measuring tone. He was treading carefully.

  “Jin…”

  “I know. If it’s important to you, I will support it. But I would much rather you work on something that you really loved doing.”

  “Like?”

  “Like designing furniture and furnishings. If you need capital, I can fund it.”

  “Jin… isn’t it too much, too soon?”

  “Okay. In your own time. Just tell me,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “I’m ready to support your dreams.”

  “Let me think about it. I need to speak to Justin too. He would have to find a replacement for me first.”

  “Like I said… in your own time.” He kissed the top of her head again.

  “When are we going to get married?” she asked. “Did you just ask and then we’ll pick out a much later date or do you have a date in mind?”

  He grinned at her happily. “I don’t have a date in mind. But I want it to happen this year.”

  “But Jin, there’s only about six months left in the year.”

  He shrugged. “Then I suggest you start scouting for the best wedding planners. I’m not a fan of long engagements.”

  “Jared is going to be psyched if I quit my job,” she said thoughtfully.

  “And nothing would make me happier too. You’ve been working so hard for our son. It’s my turn to take care of you and Jared now. Let me make up for the six years I wasn’t there. You can sit back, relax. Plan a wedding and make up for the lost weekends with Jared.”

  She giggled. “He would like that. Tomorrow, we’ll tell him.”

  “I’ll pick you up in your office. I have an exhibit to go to for a short while and then I’ll go straight to you.”

  “Okay.” She leaned forward and kissed his lips. “I love you.”

  “I love you more, ma belle.” He kissed her forehead. After a couple of minutes, she became still in his arms. Her breathing was steady, telling him that she had already fallen asleep.

  While Julianne slept, Jin recounted his encounter with McAllister. Patrick happened to be in Paris the other day. When Jin learned about it, he had Gatwick hack into his schedule to see where he could find him.

  It helped Jin a lot that his assistant was a brilliant hacker. Gatwick always came in handy.

  Patrick McAllister went to a bar in one of Starck Corp’s hotels for a good time and Jin went there so he could talk to him. He was charming a woman in the bar when Jin stood beside him.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” McAllister barked.

  Jin gave him a grave stare and then he asked, “What would it take for you to leave Julianne Sanders alone?”

  McAllister stared back at him surprise. Then he turned to the woman beside him and told her to go. He stood up from his seat and faced Jin. “This is still about her, huh. I’m here. I don’t know where she is. What made you think I was still going after her?”

  “Because I know the look on your face the last time you looked at her. I could see that same look when you heard me mention her name now. You still want her badly.”

  “Well, she is a fine woman. And I would do anything to…”

  “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence!” Jin growled at him. “Just tell me what you want in return.”

  Patrick narrowed his eyes at him. “You would do anything for your girlfriend, wouldn’t you?”

  Jin took a deep breath. Then he repeated his question. “What is it then? I have more unconventional ways of making sure you stay away from her, from us. I’ve dug up the skeletons you’ve hidden in your closet.”

  Patrick winced, aghast with Jin’s revelation.

  “Don’t worry. They will stay hidden. Your business is not my business. I’m not in the habit of prying in other’s peoples’ shit that has nothing to do with me. I want to make sure that you stay away from us not because I blackmailed you. But because we’ve reached an understanding that you will be bound to honor.”

  “Fine,” Patrick snapped. “I want to beat the hell out of you the way you beat the hell out of me!”

  Jin held his hands up. “Fine. Do it here if want.”

  Patrick took a swing and punched him.

  One.

  Two.

  Three.

  The security started coming for them. But Jin held his hand up to stop them from intervening.

  “More?” he asked Patrick. To be honest, Patrick punched like a girl. And he was already caressing his knuckles in pain.

  Patrick took another swing. He growled from the pain in his knuckles.

  What a wimp!

  Jin composed himself. Then he asked, “Is that it?”

  Patrick glared at him. “No. There’s one more thing I want and if you give this to me, I promise you will never even hear from me again. When we run into each other, I will pretend we haven’t even met. I will stay out of yours or your girlfriend’s way—for good.”

  “Okay. What is it?”

  “I’m gathering sponsors to fund my next election campaign. You can donate a considerable amount. If you do this, Julianne is forever free of my shadow. Her promise to marry me would be voided, like there was never any agreement at all.”

  Jin stared at Patrick for a moment, reading the latter’s expression. He was expecting this. And he’s ready to pay any amount for Julianne’s safety and peace of mind.

  “Okay. I will pledge a hefty amount for your campaign, as an anonymous sponsor. I cannot be associated with you. Starck Corp. maintains political neutrality. But if you do not hold on to your end of the bargain, McAllister, you will find those skeletons in your closet hunting your every waking hour. Understood?” The tone of his voice was cold and threatening. He wanted Patrick to know he meant business.

  “Okay, Starck. I will have my assistant contact yours. It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

  Jin nodded and turned to leave.

  “Although, may I ask you something?” Patrick called.

  Jin inclined his head towards him.

  “She’s beautiful for sure. She’s got class. She’s smart and educated. Believe me, I get your obsession with her too. But… why you would go to all these lengths just
for her? What is she to you?”

  Jin turned to Patrick. Then in a serious tone, he replied, “Unlike you, my intentions for her are pure. I love her. I will die for her. I will kill for her.” He paused and before he turned to leave, he said, “She is the love of my life... and the mother of my son.”

  Patrick’s eyes widened as realization crept through his face. “Y-you?” he asked in disbelief.

  “Have your assistant contact mine, McAllister. You will get your funds immediately after. Goodbye.” And then Jin left Patrick there with his mouth hanging open.

  ***

  The next day, Jin drove Julianne to work. Then he went to one of their hotel properties to do some work and to call his parents.

  He remembered the last day he was in Paris. He just came back from speaking to Arthur Bernard and Vanessa. He finally told them that the deal was off. He could not marry Vanessa. Both father and daughter were beyond upset. Vanessa wailed like little child whose favorite toy was taken away from her. Arthur shouted all sorts of profanity against him, vowing to kick him out of Round Ten.

  “Is she worth it?” Vanessa asked him, her smudged mascara and foundation left black lines from her eyes to her chin. At that point, it was hard to take her seriously.

  Suddenly, Jin realized he had never seen Vanessa without thick makeup. He wondered if he would recognize her at all without the powder foundation, fake lashes and ruby red lips.

  “Excuse me?” he asked.

  “Julianne Sanders,” Vanessa said. “Is she worth losing your standing in Round Ten?”

  “She is worth losing my soul for,” he replied without blinking. “She’s worth throwing away all my fortune for.”

  Then he turned to leave.

  Jin had no doubt, Arthur Bernard would succeed in his threat to kick him out of Round Ten. All the eight members were good friends with Arthur. And the organization had always had the habit of agreeing to the majority. It was their way of keeping the status quo.