Tasha was sat on the poolside, her feet dangling in the water. She smiled as she figured Lizzie was his daughter.
“Sweetie, I have to work tomorrow,” he started and Tasha thought how sweet it was. She actually wanted to spend time with her dad and he was obviously disappointed that he couldn’t see her.
She wondered how it must feel, to know your dad wanted to be with you for no reason beyond the fact he liked you, loved you and wanted to spend time with you. She smiled as she realised Jim was a nice man and a good father.
“Actually, Lizzie why don’t you come over for breakfast and meet a friend of mine and maybe you could show her how to use Daddy’s credit card on Rodeo Drive?” He laughed loudly. “No, darling, she is not your new step-mommy, but she is very nice and I’m very fond of her.”
He looked across at Tasha who was smiling and grimacing at the same time.
“No, it’s fine for your mom to bring you over. Yeah, eight o’clock is great. See you tomorrow. I love you too, night night.”
He was standing next to Tasha and rolling his trouser legs up before sitting next to her to dangle his feet in the pool too. Why had he just invited Lizzie over? Moreover, why was he setting up a meeting between his daughter and the woman sitting next to him? The same woman he’d known a matter of days and would be saying goodbye to in a few more days.
“Are you sure you don’t want to swim?”
“I didn’t pack swimming stuff for New York.”
“Well, well, well. A woman who doesn’t pack every item she owns when she travels. You really are a rare gem, Natasha.”
“As are you, James,” she replied coyly.
With a brief shake of the head, he raised a questioning eyebrow at her. “Are you trying to entice me to play, baby?”
“Maybe.” A slow flush coloured her cheeks as it crept up her face.
He brushed some loose hair off her face. “I hope you don’t mind, but I seem to have lined up a shopping trip for you tomorrow with Lizzie, my daughter.”
“It may not help with my discretion plan, but it’s fine. I think I’d like to meet her.”
“Good, my two favourite girls together.”
“But I won’t need her to show me how to use your credit card, I have my own.”
“We’ll see. Maybe I want to spoil you. But at least you can buy something for the pool,” he told her as she rested her head against him and then repeated his offer. “If you want to talk Tash—”
She sat bolt upright putting a little distance between them and sighed before taking a deep breath and reinstating the smile on her face. “No. Thank you, James.”
“Oh, baby, you really do want to play, don’t you?” Getting to his feet Jim helped her to hers. He bent down and kissed her gently. “I have been very forgiving of your mouth tonight, but two James?”
She giggled as he moved his hands around her to rest them on her bottom pulling her closer as he caressed her cheeks.
“Still a little warmth there, honey.” He laughed and before she knew it, she was in the pool flailing in the water, probably most unattractively she thought.
She coughed and spluttered as Jim’s laughter increased.
“Any cooler now?”
She laughed too, but shouted, “You’re going to be sorry, Mr Maybury.”
“I doubt it, baby,” he called back and continued to laugh until she stood up in the pool.
She climbed the steps to leave the water whilst he remained poolside, absolutely transfixed by her. She really was a vision of absolute beauty; she was walking towards him now with her long, brunette hair wet and straight, slicked back, falling across her shoulders. His white linen shirt had never looked so good, wet and almost transparent, clinging to every curve. Those beautiful shapely legs that strode towards him may not have been the longest he had ever seen, but at 5ft 7 they were long enough, and he liked the feel of them wrapped around him. She was staring at him with the brightest, sparkling green eyes he’d ever seen. Oh God, he wanted her so badly, but not just for tonight, or this week. He really needed her to be his lucky number seven.
She stood before him. “Happy with your handy work?”
“Happier than you could possibly believe, baby.” He pulled her towards him. “You look fantastic in my shirt, but you are even better out of it.” His hands were already fisting the fabric at the neck of his shirt. He tugged hard until the buttons were firing across the poolside.
Reaching up to touch his face, Tasha pulled Jim towards her before he held her around the waist and picked her up. With her legs wrapped around his hips and as his mouth covering hers she forgot about her savings, Dan, Pippa, her parents, everything that wasn’t her and James Maybury.
Chapter 9
Tasha jumped up in complete panic as the alarm sounded and she saw the clock said 6:00. She slumped back into the mattress once Jim turned it off.
“Sorry, baby.” He whispered against her skin as he lay back down and spooned her, nuzzling her ear. “Did you sleep well?”
“Very well, eventually.” She smiled as his grip tightened. “And you?”
“I did indeed, a most contented sleep.” He smirked against her neck. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept as well as he had the night before, even if it had only been for a few hours. “Are you okay about Lizzie today?” He sounded nervous about the day out he’d set up for her.
“Yeah, of course.” Rolling over in his embrace she faced him. “I want to meet your people,” she said. She did.
He gently kissed her forehead. “Will that not compromise the discretion plan too much?”
“Possibly. If your people discuss the fact you have me here at your beck and call, it might.”
“Is that what I have? You at my beck and call?”
“Well, as you have the dick, the tits, the legs, the ass and the pussy I think it’s a definite yes.” A small curl of her lips accompanied her words.
“Good. I like the sound of you at my beck and call.” A tiny, delicate kiss landed on her nose before he withdrew and got out of bed.
“What are you doing?”
“I hit the gym first thing Monday to Friday, but you go back to sleep and when I come back we could shower together and then be dressed and ready for breakfast at eight.”
He disappeared into the wardrobe and reappeared dressed for the gym.
“I could give you a work out if you wanted?” Tasha offered, wondering if he really was going to go to the gym rather than getting back into bed. She had hoped the next hour or so might consist of them both getting lost in one another again, although physically the gym might be better for her sore, aching body.
“I need to do the gym work to stand any chance of satisfying your insatiable appetite, Natasha.” He laughed, although she was inclined to agree with him judging by her increasing desire for him.
She watched him prepare to leave and as he reached the door, with carefully chosen words she poked the bear and waited for a reaction. “As you wish, James.”
Quicker than she’d anticipated, he did react, almost jumping over her in her position still lying on the bed. She screamed with amusement until his lips closed over hers to deliver an earth shattering and quite possibly the most passionate kiss she’d ever known.
Tasha immediately ran her fingers through Jim’s hair, pulling his head closer, holding him in place so he wouldn’t stop kissing her. He showed no interest in ending the kiss for many long seconds, but eventually did so, maybe just to let them each breathe.
Resting back on his heels, Jim ripped the vest off over his head whilst never moving his glance from Tasha’s.
“What about the gym?”
“Fuck the gym,” he snarled in response as the vest flew across the room.
“Me first,” she seemed to demand.
“Oh, baby, I do hope your smart mouth puts in an appearance this morning,” he said as he buried his face in her neck.
“I’d be highly surprised if it didn’t,” she confirmed on
a groan as Jim’s mouth and then tongue licked and sucked the soft skin of her neck.
“Oh, yes,” she cried as her body squirmed beneath his.
With his mouth against her ear he told her, “Buy some swimwear, baby, because I have a feeling your ass will need the pool later.”
“Oh yes,” she repeated as the covers between them disappeared.
James seemed to be on a one man mission to drive her to the very edge of insanity with his lips, tongue and fingers along with his words.
“Oh God, James, please.” She pleaded as he sucked on her nipple. The elongated and rosy bead tingled while its opposite number stung with the addition of his finger and thumb pinching it firmly.
His free hand was already sliding down the length of her belly and not stopping until he found her slick sex softening and moistening in preparation for whatever might come next.
“So, so welcoming, honey.” Jim crooned as he released her nipple and returned his mouth to hers where his tongue fought and danced with hers, probing, stroking and delving as he taunted and teased her. His fingers that were manipulating and pleasuring her sex seemed to mimic the movements of his tongue until the familiar burn began to intensify in her belly and delicate folds.
“Make me come.” She begged breathlessly when Jim freed her mouth once more.
An arch of a brow and a half-smile was his response as he slowly began to remove his hand that had been so close to bringing her the pleasurable release she so desperately craved.
“Not yet,” he finally told a very disappointed Tasha who had no clue how close to breakfast time they were, but there was more. She had no idea how much longer she could wait if he continued to touch her. His hand transferred its attention from one nipple to the other.
“Yes, now.” Tasha whined in a definite demand that earned her a firm shake of the head. “The smart mouth just couldn’t resist, could it?” he asked, but clearly didn’t need a reply.
“Do you want to call the shots here, honey? You want to be in control or do you want me to give you what you need when you need it?” he asked and the pause suggested a reply was needed now.
“No, but—”
“Yes or no, Natasha.”
“No.” She fought the pout she could feel forming on her lips.
“Baby, if the smart mouth is unleashed this will only be for me, and the same with the thing with the eyes.”
“Okay,” Tasha replied, assuming the thing with the eyes was her habit of cutting them a little.
“On your knees facing the head of the bed,” he instructed. “Put your hands on the head of the bed and hold onto it. Do not move your hands, understand?”
“Yes.” Tasha agreed immediately, putting herself in the required position which essentially had her bent over, stretching to reach the headboard whilst leaving her behind pointing up and out, there for the taking.
“Spread your sexy legs.” The action left Tasha in no doubt she was now spread wide open. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said to the sound of his remaining clothes being cast aside.
Tasha could hear her breathing getting louder as the passing seconds only served to increase her anticipation and arousal. Jim’s weight lifted from the bed and she was able to watch as he found a condom. Once back on the bed he traced a finger through her arousal before it slipped inside her.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes, please, more than anything.” She had no idea why she hadn’t simply confirmed her desire with a yes, but she’d added more words with total honesty as her body began to clench and quake.
“Hmmm. You need to remember the rules, honey. Whose dick is it?”
“Yours,” Tasha replied, the same reply she used to his subsequent questions relating to pussy and the rules.
“Hold on to the head of the bed. If you let go, I’m going to spank your sexy ass and if the smart mouth kicks in this is going to be frustrating for you, do you understand?”
“Yes,” Tasha replied in an almost silent voice causing Jim to lean around so he could see her face.
“Tasha, you’re sure you want to do this? With me you’ll always have the option of saying no and I’ll respect it in any situation. I don’t want you against your wishes.”
Staring into his eyes she didn’t doubt what he was saying. She knew in a long term relationship with this handsome man there would be an expectation. He would be in control and in charge in the bedroom, in most things. It was as if he could see into her soul, like he knew she hadn’t always been lucky enough to have her decisions and choices respected, but the truth was she wanted him. And his rules? She wanted them too.
“I want this, with you.”
“You follow the rules and I promise you won’t ever want to start the morning any other way.”
She giggled at the wiggle of his eyebrows until the sound of the foil wrapper being torn open interrupted her thoughts and refocused her mind. Tasha’s grip on the headboard tightened as Jim entered her, stretching her delicate folds that stung and burned in the best way possible. He gave her time to get used to his invasion and began to move; long, slow strokes that gently began to rouse all of the nerve endings inside her then he quickened his pace.
The increased pace was difficult to cope with, only because her grip on the headboard was less stable, meaning she lost her hold completely. Immediately one buttock stung, followed by the other.
“Hands back on the bed,” he told her, but his reason for this position and specifics of it quickly became clear as her hands dropped again and again and her behind stung for it. This happened several times, a few several times until Jim adjusted Tasha’s position so her top half was flat on the bed and only her behind stuck up in the air giving him a different angle to stroke her into a frenzy until she was one touch short of exploding. The touch came in the form of one hand gripping her hip firmly, controlling her responding movements to his while his other hand reached around to her sex where he slid two fingers between her folds that he stretched, opened and held taut. Then she fell into the spiral of flashing lights, cries of pleasure and a strange pain she really liked that had her shaking and pulsing until Jim fell with her and they lay in a crumpled heap together.
Jim was back in the wardrobe dressing for work while Tasha dressed in the bedroom. She had put on black skinny jeans with a tight, white t-shirt and black converse. She was spraying perfume when he reappeared and she was almost speechless. He looked more attractive than ever in his work attire and although that was how she’d first seen him he looked even more handsome than she’d remembered, and she’d recalled him looking pretty hot as it was.
His eyes fixed on her and he smiled. “Was there something you wanted to say, Natasha?”
Was there? She wondered if there was.
“Depends. What do I need to say to get you out of your suit or to have you in it because right now I am feeling a very, very warm welcome waiting for you?”
He laughed loudly, and then seized his moment, his words sounding semi-serious. “Say you’ll be my lucky number seven.” She stared at him and was seriously considering it when he laughed again. “You are that horny?”
“You have no idea,” she admitted with a shake of her head at her own desperation.
“I certainly do because your t-shirt is very tight and your nipples are very hard.” He blatantly stared at her chest. She blushed slightly before he kissed her on the cheek. “Your outfit today is probably more fitting than yesterday’s that we didn’t get around to talking about.” He frowned now as he thought about their flight together. “We’ll talk about it tonight and anything else you want to talk about, too. Now, I’m going to go down for breakfast before one of us breaks out from our clothes.” Standing before her, he took her hand and placed it on his very firm crotch that was straining against his trousers.
“Oh God. I am really going to miss you today.”
“Good.” The air and mood, much like his eyes were beginning to darken and intensify as he began to
fondle her breast through her t-shirt. Her body responded immediately, softening into his touch. “And I will struggle to think about anything else today, Tasha. Take your phone out with you. I may need to text you.”
“Text me or sext me?” Although she was pretty sure she already knew the answer.
“Both.” He grinned before taking her hand to lead her down to breakfast where the table was laid for three and there was a lady of about forty cooking and preparing breakfast.
“Morning, Sandra. Sorry if I spoilt your plans yesterday,” Jim said with an apologetic smile.
“No problem, and thank you for the gifts. I got your message, Lizzie’s coming for breakfast,” she said with a gesture to the already laid table.
She was looking at Tasha now and smiling.
“Sandra, this is Tasha, Tasha, this is Sandra, my housekeeper and so much more, oh and Mike’s wife.”
Sandra extended a hand. “I’m very pleased to meet you. Mike told me all about you and he’s so happy to have another Hammers fan around.”
Tasha realised this woman had no evidence of an English accent any more, unlike Mike.
“Hammers?” asked Jim.
“Football,” they both replied.
“You mean soccer,” he corrected. “My country, my labels.”
They both laughed at him again before Sandra said, “I think Mike has a bit of a crush, Jim.”
He smiled as he took a seat at the table, totally unbothered by the words or phrasing the other woman had used. “I have yet to meet a man who hasn’t.”
Tasha sat opposite Jim who was pouring them both orange juice and smiled at him as she accepted the glass he offered.
“What?”
“You. My country, my labels? I was just glad you stopped before you listed all of the things that belong to you,” she laughed.
“So long as you and I know all of the things on the list and we make it clear to anyone who wants to borrow them, we’re good baby.”
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