by Emma Quinn
For a moment they sat in silence, Jack watching Alana gingerly chew her mouthful of grilled cheese, his eyes still dark and unreadable. When she took a gulp of wine to help the hot food go down, he topped her wine glass without a word.
“You haven’t touched your food,” Alana pointed out when she’d finally swallowed.
Jack laughed. “Judging by your face, I’d say it’s still a bit too hot to eat.”
Alana made a face. “Okay…maybe a little. But I never have had much patience when it comes to grilled cheese.”
“Which surprises me,” Jack said, still chuckling as he dutifully picked up his sandwich. “I mean, you have so much patience with Lottie. I just figured you were some kind of Zen master or something.”
“Ha!” Alana threw her head back. “Oh no, sir. Not when it comes to food. Sorry to disappoint,” she said, smiling and shrugging.
“Oh no,” said Jack as he swallowed his first bite of grilled cheese. “This is delicious by the way. Knowing you’re human like the rest of us is reassuring, to be honest.”
Alana took another sip of wine – more moderate now that her mouth wasn’t on fire – and raised her eyebrows. “Oh?”
Jack gave her a devilish, lopsided grin that made her heart stutter. The wine was starting to go to her head. “Otherwise you’re just too intimidating,” he told her. He shifted on his stool and his knee brushed hers.
“Intimidating!” Her laughter grew high-pitched and giggly – she wasn’t sure if that was from the wine or the sudden wave of goosebumps his touch had sent through her – and waved her hands. “Me?” she asked incredulously. “But I’m just…I’m just a nanny,” she protested.
Jack wiped his hands on one of the dishcloths hanging off hooks on the side of the island. “Just a nanny?” he repeated rhetorically, shaking his head. “Alana, you have no idea what you’ve done for my family.” He reached out and tucked her dark hair behind her ears, his thumb brushing her cheek softly as he did so.
Alana felt her breathing grow shallow and she clutched the edge of the island with one hand, desperately hoping she wouldn’t topple off her stool. “I didn’t…” she began to protest, but Jack was still stroking her cheek and she found that she couldn’t quite get the words out. “Jack…” she breathed.
His dark eyes were warm and he smiled. “You never say my name,” he said, leaning in closer.
“I didn’t want…it felt presumptuous,” Alana whispered. “Usually I just say Mr. So-and-So to my boss.”
Jack chuckled deep in his throat. “Please don’t call me that,” he said.
Alana shook her head.
“May I kiss you?” he asked suddenly. “Speaking of presumptuous.”
Alana blinked and smiled, her normal level-headedness coming back a little. “You don’t need to ask first, you know.”
Jack made a face. “Like you said: I’m your boss,” he said softly, his hand still on her cheek. “I don’t want you to think you have to.”
It was such a thoughtful gesture that Alana didn’t think twice, following the surge of affection that rushed through her and taking Jack’s face in her hands, bringing them together in a passionate kiss.
Immediately, the hand that had been stroking her cheek slid into her hair, cupping her head and pulling her even closer. Jack’s tongue was warm and sure in her mouth and she couldn’t help but moan softly as he deepened the kiss. She ran her fingers through his thick hair and wondered if this was actually happening or if she was having another one of those dreams.
When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, their eyes bright with happiness and desire. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Jack whispered, his nose tracing along her skin as he kissed her cheek, her jaw, her throat.
Alana laughed a little breathlessly. “Really?” she squeaked, her own hands clinging to his shirt as she arched her head back, welcoming his warm lips on her sensitive skin.
She felt his laughter rumbling under her hands as he nipped the skin of her neck. “Really,” he said straightening to look her in the eyes.
Their eyes lost in one another’s, they kissed again, and Jack slid off his stool, easing himself between Alana’s legs so that their bodies could be flush against each other’s. His chest pressed against her sensitive, hardening nipples and Alana moaned again. Jack reached down, cupping her bare thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even nearer.
“We should go upstairs,” he whispered softly, kissing her between words. “Someone might come in.”
Alana’s first thought was Lottie – though arguably even more embarrassing would have been Maria – and she nodded, reluctantly unwinding her legs from his hips. “Yeah,” she agreed, her voice trembling at the thought.
He kissed her once more, deeply, longingly, and they broke apart. Taking her by the hand, Jack led them out of the kitchen, their wine and food abandoned, up the stairs and down the hall to his room – one of the few places in the house where Alana had never been before.
But she didn’t have much time to admire the décor: the minute the door was shut behind her, Jack kissed her again, her back against the door, her head tilted back to welcome his hot, feverish kisses. She tangled her hands in his hair drawing him deeper into their kisses and he reached down, scooping her up onto his hips. Her legs wrapped around his waist, he carried her to the enormous bed in the center of the room, gently lowering her onto the eiderdown.
Unwrapping her legs from his hips, Jack began to move down, trailing kisses down her neck until he reached the collar of her cotton t-shirt. Gently, he reached down and swept the shirt up and off her, leaving her naked from the hips up, her dark hair falling in messy waves over her shoulders and breasts. Alana gasped a little with the sudden exposure, but she was pretty sure the goosebumps that were spreading up her torso were from the hungry look in Jack’s eyes, not the cold air.
Jack leaned down, his hot lips fluttering over her cool skin like tiny electric sparks, making her shiver and gasp. He kissed her neck, her collar bone, the tender skin under her pert breasts, teasing her gently with his lips, nipping her every once in a while and making her squeak and giggle. Alana closed her eyes and let the sensation of Jack’s mouth on her skin take over, as if there was nothing else in the world but those pinpricks of electricity running across her body. She wanted to remember ever single thing that she was feeling, even though she knew it would all be a blur by tomorrow morning.
Interrupting her reverie, Jack closed his lips over her breasts, first the left, then the right. He took them deep into his warm mouth, sucking and swirling them with his tongue, flicking their sensitive nubs with the tip of his tongue and making Alana moan and writhe below him. She arched her back, pressing herself to him, her hands scrabbling in the sheets, rubbing her thighs together around her dripping pussy, desperate for friction. She wasn’t sure how much more teasing she could take. She was hot and wet and ready for him, if only he’d finally take her.
As if he could sense her thoughts, Jack slowly released her breasts. He reached up to kiss her mouth, his lips like fire against hers. Alana clung to him hungrily, wanting him right away. But, chuckling softly, he broke away, kissing her chin and then running his tongue in a hot line down her arched neck, between her breasts and down over her taut stomach, straight over her mound and around her clit. Alana whimpered at the sudden jolt of sensations, nearly crying out with need.
Jack knelt down at the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Alana trembled, her fingers clutching the eiderdown with anticipation and desire. But again, Jack held off. He kissed the tender skin of her inner thigh, traced her swollen lips with the tips of his fingers and ran his tongue between them, slowly, delicately, tantalizingly exploring her hyper-sensitive folds, making her pant and squirm.
“Jack,” she gasped, unable to keep quiet. “Please,” she moaned.
All she got was a chuckle in return. But her moan was cut short as his tongue swirled suddenly, decisively around her cl
it and he took the eager nub into his mouth, sucking it as he slid two fingers into her glistening pussy. Alana’s hands flew to her mouth, suppressing a scream of ecstasy.
Jack’s pace picked up and Alana rocked in time to his fingers’ deep thrusts, moaning every time they curved upward, stroking her upper wall and sending pleasure washing over her. Quickly, the pleasure built, rising like a wall around her, cutting out everything else. Lights flickered across the backs of her eyelids and Alana arched her back, desperately searching for the edge she knew she was about to tip over. Suddenly, she was there. Her body shuddered, squeezing Jack’s still pumping fingers, as her orgasm came raging through her. With one hand he kept her pinned to the bed by her hips, still trying to keep her clit in his mouth as she came.
“Oh God,” Alana gasped, lying still and limp in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her chest heaved as she looked up at the dim ceiling.
She heard Jack’s low chuckled and felt him running his tongue over her wet entrance, kissing her swollen clit. He rose, pressing wet kisses up her torso as he returned to claim her lips. Alana ran her fingers through his hair, bringing him into a deep kiss. She’d always shied away from kissing men after they’d gone down on her, but this time it turned her on to taste herself on Jack’s lips, to remember how enthusiastically he’d taken her into his mouth. She felt a tingle of desire run through her.
Pulling away, she smiled up at him. Sitting up, she forced him up with her, her fingers making quick work of his button-down shirt. Tossing it into the dark room behind him, she took a moment to run her hands down his tanned, rippling torso, admiring the fact that he kept himself so fit despite the demands of his job. Then she got to work on his slacks, already straining from a sizable erection.
Belt open and zipper finally undone, she pulled his underwear down, and gasped softly at his size. His long, thick cock was bigger than anything she’d ever had before and she felt herself growing wetter just looking at it. Delicately, she reached out, trailing her nails along the sensitive shaft. Above her, Jack groaned softly.
Alana wanted to drag it out and tease him the way he’d teased her, but she couldn’t. She wanted his cock and she wanted it now. Lowering her head, she wrapped her lips around his thick head, pulling back the sensitive foreskin. Jack moaned, grabbing her hair with his hands. Alana smiled around him, gently swirling her wet tongue around the ridge of his head, pumping the shaft softly as she did. She brought her other hand up and delicately fondled his hardening testicles, making him whimper and his cock twitch in her mouth. Then, decisively, Alana took him deep into her mouth. His fingers clenched in her hair as she began to work him in earnest, her tongue stroking his shaft as she sucked, her hands pumping what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.
Above her, Jack’s groans grew louder and more ragged and every now and then he’d thrust into her, before remembering and trying to hold himself still. Alana picked up speed, sucking harder, her tongue working his shaft and head as fast as she could. She loved the feel of his thick weight in her hand, the sound of his hopeless moans of pleasure. She fondled his balls again and felt them growing tighter.
But then suddenly, before she could go further, he pushed her away, back onto the bed. Alana looked up, surprised and a little hurt. He looked down at her with wild, dark eyes, his chest heaving, his cock jutting out, quivering and eager.
Before she could say anything, he was on top of her. Their mouths met in a passionate confusion of lips and tongues as his hands closed around her ass and he pulled her onto his hips and onto his cock. He was thrusting before he’d even sunk into her completely.
Alana couldn’t help herself. She screamed with pleasure, breaking their kiss to throw her head back, her whole body curving as he penetrated her with his entire length, burying himself deep in her waiting pussy. She’d never felt so full before – his hardness stroking every inch of her tight, willing walls.
Jack grunted with satisfaction, grabbing her hair and pulling her even further back as he pumped into her, sending fire along her sensitive upper wall. Alana met him thrust for thrust, her nails digging into his muscular shoulders as he leaned forward, taking her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard as he fucked her.
“Fuck!” Alana moaned, nearly unconscious with ecstasy. “Oh God, Jack. Christ. Oh God, harder!”
Jack let go of her hair, and she opened her eyes in surprise, only to find herself being flipped around. Bracing herself against her forearms, Alana buried her face in the fluffy eiderdown to muffle her screams of ecstasy as Jack grabbed her hips and drilled into her from behind, his cock going somehow even deeper than before.
They were slick with sweat by now and with every one of Jack’s feverish thrusts Alana could hear the slap of his balls against her ass, and it turned her on. She wasn’t usually a talker, she didn’t usually like to let herself get so carried away, but there was something about Jack. The desire she felt for him overrode all her shyness and insecurities. She rocked back against him as hard as he drilled into her, arching her back, flaunting her smooth ass, reveling in the way his strong hands gripped her cheeks as he pounded into her.
“Faster!” Alana moaned into the sheets. “Jack please!”
With a moan Jack picked up his already feverish pace. Their bodies came together frantically, furiously, and pleasure mounted in both of them, pushing them towards the brink. Jack dug his fingers into Alana’s ass and, with one last burst of energy, drilled into her as fast and as hard as he could. She screamed into the bed, her fingers clutching the sheets as her orgasm finally came flooding through her. Her pussy clenched around Jack, spilling hot and warm around his sensitive head. She was vaguely aware of him burying himself in her one last time, his own orgasm arriving on the heels of hers. But then the lights were flashing again and she was lost to pleasure.
Jack collapsed next to her on the bed, their bodies both heaving as they gasped for air. Alana couldn’t keep down the little giggle that rose up inside of her as she turned her head to look at him. Jack’s face was flushed from the exertion and there was a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were bright and he was smiling at her, happier than she’d ever seen him. When she giggled, his smile grew even bigger.
Hesitantly, Alana reached out and touched his cheek. She still couldn’t believe this had actually happened. But that had been way too good to have been a dream. Jack took her fingers in his hand and kissed them sweetly.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, still a little breathless.
“Yeah,” said Alana. “Tell me about it.”
She shivered suddenly as her sweat cooled and her body temperature returned to normal. “I should probably go,” she said, propping herself up on an elbow.
“Why?” Jack asked, frowning.
“Tomorrow...what if someone sees me leaving your room? How would I explain that to Lottie?” Alana asked.
“Right,” Jack nodded. “Of course.” But he looked disappointed anyway.
Alana slid off the bed and began collecting her pyjamas, pulling the t-shirt over her head as she searched for her shorts. In a few minutes she was ready, but she paused, catching sight of Jack watching her, his dark eyes following her every movement.
“Come here,” he said, taking advantage of her hesitation.
Alana did as she was told, coming to stand at the edge of the bed, next to his legs where they hung over the side. Jack stood up, still naked, and Alana did her best not to stare at his body, keeping her eyes fixed on his. Without a word, her took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. “Sweet dreams,” he told her when they broke apart.
Alana nodded. “You too,” she said, trying to keep her voice calm. Jack kissed her forehead and let her go. Without looking back, Alana slipped out into the hall.
In the dark, quiet hallway, Alana took a minute to lean back against Jack’s door, her eyes closed. She took a deep breath and then another. Then, slowly, she made her way to her room.
8
T
he next morning, the alarm clock went off and Alana opened her eyes blearily, feeling disoriented. Her body felt limp and satiated but her mind was reeling. Slowly, she sat up, turning off the insistent alarm. And then the night before came rushing back to her.
“Oh shit,” she whispered to herself, her dry lips cracking on the word. How could she have been so stupid as to have slept with her boss? Things like that never ended well. What if Jack decided she was unprofessional and wasn’t to be trusted with his daughter? What if he regretted the night before and fired her just to save himself the embarrassment of having her around?
“You idiot,” she mumbled to herself, rubbing her temples. She wasn’t hungover, but almost. And she was dying of thirst.
Throwing back her blankets, Alana headed for the shower. At least if she was going to get fired, she was going to look good doing it.
Coming out of her room half an hour later, Alana felt and looked way better, though she was still dreading seeing Jack. She’d put her thick hair up in a loose bun and put on her favorite red top to give herself some confidence. Lottie always said she looked like an old-fashioned movie star in that top and the matching lipstick she always wore with it.
Speaking of whom - Alana headed for the child’s room. Jack wouldn’t say anything in Lottie’s presence, surely? She’d be safe with Lottie for a little while at least.
But her plans were foiled - halfway to Lottie’s room she heard a familiar voice calling her name. Swallowing, Alana stopped and turned to face Jack.
He was as beautiful as always, dressed in a crisp white shirt and grey slacks, ready for a day at the office. “Good morning,” he said, smiling, clearly giving her a once-over.
“Hi,” Alana smiled weakly, shoving her hands into the pockets of her black skinny jeans.
Jack came to stand next to her, close enough that she could smell his familiar, heady cologne. “I’ve always loved that shirt,” he told her softly, dipping his head closer to her so that she could hear.