by Haley Travis
“Thank you.” Her eyes snapped back to the package in front of her, using sparkle tape to loosely fasten the tissue around a hat.
As we worked, I couldn’t stop myself from intentionally getting in her way, snatching the scissors when she needed them, and reaching directly in front of her as much as possible.
Jenna’s smirk turned into a giggle. Then I was rewarded with a bright laugh as I hip-checked her out of the way to place a wrapped t-shirt in a box.
“Sorry,” I muttered, “I didn’t see you there.”
“I honestly can’t tell if you’re nuts, or just completely full of yourself,” she said, shaking her head.
“ Can’t it be both? ”
Grabbing the ribbon, I wound it around her wrists, pulling them up over her head. Her breath caught as she stepped closer in front of me as I held her captive.
“Have you ever been gift wrapped for anyone, Jenna?” I murmured, gliding my lips across that delicious nook of her collarbone.
“Mmm,” she breathed. “No. And I’m supposed to tell you to knock it off.”
“Go ahead,” I grinned. “Tell me.”
Those beautiful eyes locked on mine as she bit her lip shyly, then took a tiny step closer.
The door opened down the hall, and she jumped away, pulling off the loose ribbons in a flash. I turned to see Terry walking toward us, his sharp eyes narrowed on Jenna.
“PR person?” he asked.
“Yes. Terry, this is Jenna, from Jeremy’s agency.”
“Hi,” she said softly. I could tell that she was trying to size him up so that she knew how to react.
I’d seen many people examine Terry this way over the years. He was tall, and slightly bird-like, with delicate bones, and an angular frame. His blinking pattern was sometimes a bit rapid, and his head occasionally jerked around as he studied things.
It was easy to understand that he sometimes made people uncomfortable, but Jenna didn’t seem phased at all.
“Andrew told me that you’re the genius behind these updated gaming systems,” she said, smiling so prettily and warmly it was distracting.
“Upgraded. Not updated.” Terry seemed to be standing even more stiffly than usual, a signal that he was disturbed about something.
“Sorry,” Jenna said quickly. “I’ve been studying hard, but I don’t know very much about computers, or gaming systems. But the t-shirts and brochures look amazing, and I’m sure that tomorrow’s–”
“She read the brochure?” Terry asked, tilting his head to me in alarm.
“Yes. She needed to write the press release that’s going out tomorrow,” I said, trying to soften my voice.
“Is she going to Distrekxion’s secret party tonight?” he asked.
She shook her head, looking up at me. “I know that’s one of the top gamers, but I don’t know about any parties tonight. It must be private.”
Terry stepped closer, studying Jenna closely. “Her pupils dilate when she looks at you. She’s either trying very hard to seem innocent, or she’s incredibly attracted to you. Did you run a security check on her?”
“No, Terry. She works with Jeremy, and–”
“I thought you were taking this seriously,” he said. His thin hands curled into loose fists, and he flicked his thumbnails against the tip of his ring fingers. That was always bad. It was one of his tell-tale nervous reactions when he was starting to become overwhelmed.
“Stay here,” I said to Jenna, resting a hand on her shoulder for just a second, hoping that she understood.
“Of course,” she said, pulling out her phone.
“Take her phone,” Terry said, his voice higher pitched.
I was relieved that she handed it over without question as I led Terry into his lab to calm him down.
Both as a brother and the company’s CEO, Terry’s extreme secrecy and hyper paranoia were becoming a real concern. I also hoped that it wouldn’t frighten Jenna away for good.
But it was helpful that I now knew she was genuinely attracted to me. If I could get through the next few days, I would ask her out, and do everything in my power to turn this little fliration into forever.
9
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Jenna
It figures. The first time I’m staying over at a guy’s house, and it’s for work. My career has always been my main focus, but I had to admit this was a bit much.
As Andrew led me into his large, gorgeous home that was only a block from the warehouse, I tried to tell myself that I was only doing my job and dealing with a difficult client. But seeing where he lived would definitely tell me more about him.
It had taken nearly twenty minutes for Andrew to return from his chat with his brother, and when he did, he looked drained. Apparently, Terry was convinced that I might be a spy, since I looked too innocent to be real, whatever that meant. Andrew had finally told him that we were just starting to date, so there was no way I was working for a competitor.
Terry had decided that even though we were dating, it would still be safest for me to spend the night at the warehouse under surveillance. Andrew had countered with the idea of him taking me to his house, confiscating my phone until morning, and watching me personally.
It was undoubtedly the better option, and I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit I wanted to be closer to Andrew. Even though he was occasionally erratic, he was so gorgeous that I felt drawn to him.
Looking around his space, it was modern and luxurious in a comfortable way. I was surprised that nothing seemed ostentatious.
“Help yourself to anything you need,” Andrew said, walking through his foyer toward the living room. “I’m really sorry about this. You’re fantastic for understanding. Thank you.”
I kicked off my shoes, then followed him. “He’s stressed,” I said, sitting on the couch and dropping my purse on the hand-carved coffee table. “He’s likely been working day and night for weeks.”
“Yeah, he has. I appreciate you not being annoyed with him.”
I shrugged. “It’s just his way.”
Andrew sat beside me. “Tell me about your way, Jenna. Since you agreed to let me hold you captive for the evening, what should I do with you?”
His dark eyes blazed. I’d known that he would take every opportunity to suggest we sleep together, but I didn’t think he’d be that direct so soon. I also hadn’t known what my reaction would be until my thighs began to press together.
“You know I might have to search you to make sure you’re not wearing a wire,” he teased.
As his hand reached out to rest on my knee, my mind began to spin. He was so impossibly attractive, sexy, and right here.
I had to gain some sexual experience at some point in my life. Wouldn’t it be sensible to be with a man with experience who clearly wanted to take control? He could guide me, teach me. This was one area where his dominant nature wouldn’t drive me crazy, it would drive me wild.
His fingers squeezed my knee. “You seem a million miles away. Listen, Jenna, I can’t stop flirting with you. But if you tell me to stop at any point, I swear I will keep my hands to myself even if my dirty mouth doesn’t behave. All right?”
I nodded, leaning closer. My eyes were riveted to his lips.
Andrew instantly saw that I wasn’t backing away. His hand wrapped around my waist, roughly pulling me into his lap. “I’ve never needed a woman this badly,” he mumbled, kissing along the base of my throat as I squirmed against him.
“You mean want, not need,” I breathed, tangling my fingers in his hair. “You could get any woman you want, and you know it.”
His low growl startled me as his lips met mine in a searing kiss that made my inner muscles quiver. “Need,” he moaned into my mouth. “I’ve never felt this before. Neither have you.”
The blistering heat between us was exhilarating as those strong hands held me tightly. He was right. The desire coursing through me was taking over.
I gasped as he lifted me, carrying me up the stairs to
his bedroom. His thick arms around me felt so right, as he laid me across his huge bed. Every piece of furniture looked dark and severe, but the twinkle in his eyes lightened the atmosphere.
“What makes you think you know how I feel?” I asked, as he hitched my dress up, then pulled it over my head.
His palms held my face still as I tried not to shake. “The way you kiss me. It’s magical, Jenna. If you want to do nothing but kiss all night, that’s fine, but you’re sleeping in my arms.”
That gruff voice might have sounded arrogant if it wasn’t so disturbingly sexy.
Andrew kissed my forehead, then released me to lean back, his gaze raking over my body and my light peach lingerie. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he murmured.
“I’m not–”
His kiss silenced my protests as my fingers began to unbutton his shirt. He unhooked my bra, and by the time I realized he’d tossed it behind him, his lips had already wrapped around my nipple.
Pushing the fabric away, my palms slid across the firm skin of his chest, taking in his warmth. He shrugged the shirt off, moving his lips to the other breast. As his teeth grazed my nipple, I heard myself moan. The way his hands wandered so gently over my skin was heavenly.
He caressed every inch of me, not seeming to care that I was a bit bigger in places. The way he gripped my hips and butt so possessively made me gasp loudly.
I didn’t care that I was about to cross all lines and sleep with a client. All I could think about was feeling him. All of him. Completely.
He stood up for a second to strip off his pants and shorts, then laughed as he saw my expression. Blinking, I couldn’t believe how long and thick his shaft was, but it was also sexier than I would have imagined. Reaching out without thinking, I wrapped my hand around his skin, moving along the surface.
Andrew remained still, allowing me to explore his body, his eyes locked on mine. “That feels so good, baby,” he murmured, running his hands through my hair. “A little too good. I need to taste you first.”
He gently nudged me onto my back, peeling my panties down my legs. He stared at my most intimate skin hungrily, slowly spreading me wider.
“Every inch of you is gorgeous,” he said gently. “And delicious, I’ll bet.”
Feeling his breath on my skin as his mouth hovered over my bare pussy made me twitch. Strong hands skimmed up my inner thighs, then his thumbs carefully parted my folds. “Where would you like my tongue, Jenna?”
His eyes met mine as I heard myself whisper softly, “Anywhere you want.”
The soft, wet pressure of his tongue sliding straight through my crease made me moan too loudly, making his eyes widen in delight.
Andrew’s humming groan as he licked delicately around and through every fold made my skin vibrate. Raw heat surged through my veins as the pressure inside was building quickly.
My hands clutched the blanket under me as I tried to keep my hips still. My skin was prickling from every touch, as I realized that it was only a matter of moments before I came on his tongue.
I was so wet that it felt like I was dripping, but he lapped up my juices with a satisfied smirk. Circling my clit slowly, his finger parted my inner lips.
My moaning gasp made his tongue spin faster. As his thick finger slipped inside me, I thought I was losing my mind. Slow, steady thrusts, not too deep, but just enough to hint at what was to come.
The realization that I was truly about to have sex with this huge, delicious man sent me spiraling. My climax spilled through me like a tidal wave of pure lust and heat, shaking me to the core.
“Mmm,” he murmured, licking steadily until I stopped squealing and twitching.
Kissing his way up my body, I felt the heavy pressure of his cock against my mound. My excitement outweighed most of my nervousness, as my heart thumped erratically with anticipation. His kisses around my throat made me wriggle under him, unable to be still.
Andrew reached into his bedside drawer for a condom. He tore it open and slipped it on quickly. “Tell me to stop, Jenna,” he whispered huskily against my ear as he slipped his length slowly through my folds.
I shook my head, spreading my legs wider. “Don’t stop.”
His naughty grin was absolutely adorable, as I felt him begin to press inside. A pang of nerves fluttered through me, wondering whether I should tell him this was my first time, or if he could tell.
He worked his thickness inside me an inch, then paused. “You’re so tight, gorgeous. Are you sure?” I loved how carefully he watched my eyes.
Nodding quickly, I murmured, “Please, just kiss me as you...”
His lips were already on mine, erasing the slight pain as he took slow, cautious strokes. His tongue plunged deeper, mirroring the actions of his hips.
I gasped as something released inside me, his hot, hard length sinking deep. Andrew was still for a moment, giving me a chance to get used to the pressure. Then we gently moved together, my pelvis somehow knowing what to do as I rocked up against him.
“Let me know if you want to flip over,” he groaned in my ear, spreading his arms to give me a bit more space. “I love feeling you squirming under me, but I don’t want you to feel claustrophobic.”
I couldn’t believe that he remembered that at this moment. Was there a chance that he really did care about me in a way that meant this might be more than a fling?
“I like being under you,” I whispered.
“Good, because I want you here every night, Jenna.” He may have been teasing, but his eyes were filled with more emotion than I’d ever seen before in a man’s eyes.
Such a dominant, confident man could have easily had any woman he wanted. But here he was looking at me as if I was the only one in the world.
As my body started to open and relax for him, his slow, steady strokes spread pleasure through every corner of my being. My broken cries were desperate as Andrew hooked my knee up over his shoulder, opening me even wider.
“You’re so beautiful,” his smoky voice rasped. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Jenna.”
His sweetness sent tingles of desire swirling around my belly, creating a deep pressure as I realized I was going to come again.
Every touch, every glance, was completely filled with passion. His fingertips tickled my breasts lightly, as those luscious lips kissed me until I felt tipsy from his energy. He was filling all of my senses, and my body, with his fire.
Andrew’s fingers interlaced with mine as his other hand slipped down between us, his thumb drifting gently across my clit with tiny upward strokes. He seemed to know what my body needed before I did, as I felt everything begin to tense.
I couldn’t believe that this incredible man, who could often be so abrupt and abrasive, was being so tender with me. It didn’t make sense, but as my vision began to blur, I didn’t care.
10
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Andrew
I’d never felt anything like this before in my life. It wasn’t just that Jenna was so tight and wet that her body hugged my length with each stroke. It wasn’t that her round breasts and curvy hips made her the perfect beautiful woman for me.
The pull toward her was stronger than a magnet. Stronger than gravity. Beyond electrical.
It was clear that I was her first. My head had already been spinning from the thought that she was permitting me that honor. Now it was reeling from the realization that I wanted to be the only man to be with her, ever.
I knew that I was possessive, but I’d never truly felt that about a woman before. Now, with each stroke deep into her softness, all I could think was, “Mine. Mine.”
Between endless kisses, her sweet eyes looked into mine, unfocussed and dreamy. I needed to believe there was the spark of love in her gaze. This moment of mind and body melting into one, I felt like our emotions were expanding as my heart felt like it was swelling.
Jenna tensed up around me, squeezing my aching cock as I increased my speed, fluttering my thumb against her sweet
little clit.
My lips were rough against hers, our entwined fingers squeezing tightly as my lower body took over, thrusting faster and deeper into her perfect softness.
“Yes,” she choked into my mouth. “Andrew…” Her mouth fell open as she moaned, her body trembling as the climax rolled through her.
I loved that she opened herself to me. That this precious girl allowed herself to be raw and real.
I was close enough that her frantic cry sent me over the edge. “Jenna, baby,” I growled, kissing her fiercely as I came, clutching her against me desperately.