At last he entered her fully, causing a flash of pleasure to drive through her. She froze, paralyzed as if she couldn’t move, simply enjoying the fullness of him inside of her, the waves of sensation that passed through her even when he wasn’t moving.
Slowly, after they stayed still for several breaths, he began to move. Gently, slowly at first and then harder, faster, he pleasured her. She was bent at the waist, and moved her hands so that she could grip the side edge of the small mattress. As she stabilized herself she could move against him, and she ground her hips into him enjoying the way it made his breath come out in gasps.
The came simultaneously, and then he moved her in the bed so that she was back in his arms. As he held her gently, their breath evened. She turned in the bed, and looked at him in the eye for the first time that morning.
“Good morning,” he said, a smile on his lips.
Hadley couldn’t help but smile herself.
They enjoyed breakfast with Jose and his family, and then continued their drive back to the cabin. Once at the cabin, Jack went out for ski and Hadley took a long bath, and then a short nap.
When dinner came, Jack again asked her to join her for the meal rather than serve it. They dined on poached salmon, and sipped champagne.
The food was delicious, and she wondered aloud about the spices that the kitchen’s chef had used. “It tastes like tarragon, but very, very fresh tarragon,” she said thoughtfully. “And there’s some kind of hint of lemon. Lemongrass maybe? Can you taste it?”
Jack took a bite smiled as he swallowed. “Fish,” he said lightly. “I taste fish.” He patted his mouth with a napkin, and then set it aside and lifted his glass of champagne. “Do you cook?” he asked before taking a sip.
“I love to cook. My mother and grandmother passed some family recipes down to me, and I do my best to keep them alive. But it’s hard to find the same ingredients these days that were around when they were cooking. Many things are grown and treated differently.”
He furrowed his brow. “I haven’t cooked anything in years,” he admitted. “What do you mean that things are grown differently?”
“It’s not just the chemicals, but that’s a part of it,” said Hadley. “It’s the speed that people do things. Efficiency. I own my own business, so I get it. But the slow, thoughtful elements to food have gone missing.” She took a bite of salmon and chewed. She enjoyed the fresh spices again. “These ingredients weren’t freeze dried or dehydrated or chopped on a conveyor belt,” she said happily. “I can tell. The shops must be very different around here than what we’ve got in the city. Although there is one shop that I’ve found that still carries the ingredients that I need for my grandmother’s meat pies.”
“Yes?” Jack seemed to be enjoying her excitement about rare ingredients. He prodded her to continue. “Please,” he said. “I’d love to know about the best kept secret of New York City. Maybe I’ll surprise myself and cook a meal one day.”
She smiled. “Cooking does go well with feeling, Jack,” she said with a wink. “It’s called ‘Spice It Up,’ and it’s in Union Square, right across from Union Station. Right between a dry cleaner and Verizon store. There’s barely a sign, and if you blink, you’ll miss it. But if you manage to spot it and get inside, you’ll be surrounded by the best, freshest spices that the city has to offer.”
“Your cooking must be delicious,” he said.
She shrugged. “When I take the time to do it, yes,” she laughed. “Sometimes, since it’s been just me for so long, I’ll throw a frozen meal in the microwave and call it done. When Cassy lived with me, after her mother -- my sister Schuanne -- passed away, I used to cook a lot. I miss it, actually. I love to cook for people.” She almost offered to cook a meal for him when they returned home, but stopped herself short. The thought of being back in the states made her anxious, and she quieted as she began to think about the flight home in the morning.
After a moment of silence except for the occasional clank of silver against china, she spoke. “When do we leave?” she asked.
“Early,” said Jack. “I have teleconferences in the afternoon, which I’ll do from the jet, and then a meeting from the Den with partners in China. I need to be to the club by ten p.m.”
His mention of the Lion’s Den gave her a sinking feeling in her gut. Would she go back to being his waitress? This affair that they were having -- did it mean anything to him? Or was this just a normal part of his jet setting lifestyle? Had he taken what she said about emotions to heart? Would he change?
She set her fork down, and was about to excuse herself from the table. The meal had been delicious, but her appetite was waning.
“I better get to bed early, then,” she said.
“You can always sleep on the jet,” he said.
“Thank you.” Her answer felt awkward, as if he was giving her permission to sleep. She was reminded that he was her boss, after all. She placed her napkin on the table, and began moving her chair back.
*****
Jack was surprised at the emotions he felt for the woman across the table from him. He had been eager to seduce her, but it had not gone as he’d expected. The night spent at Jose’s house had been a wonderful interruption to his usually private existence. He did not have many close friends, and Jose was one of the few people he felt truly himself around. It had been good to see his friend, and being there with Hadley had added to his pleasure. He found her interesting to talk to, and he liked sharing his memories with her.
Though talking about the past was not always pleasant. He preferred to live in the moment, and to get the most out of life than to dwell on the past. It was much more fun. He hadn’t even thought about the past in quite some time. Talking with her about his past made him feel more connected to her. He found that the sense of connection was not unwelcome.
He enjoyed it.
That frightened him slightly, and he wasn’t used to the sense of vulnerability that his fear brought up.
But he couldn’t help it. As she moved away from the table, he suddenly felt fear over her leaving. He didn’t like it.
“Don’t go,” he said abruptly. “Hadley, stay for a moment. Don’t go to bed. Don’t leave me alone.”
“I thought you liked to be alone,” she said.
I thought so too, he thought. “I’d rather be with you,” he responded involuntarily. It’s true, he thought. I’d rather be with you.
*****
Hadley looked into his eyes. She wanted to stay. More than that, she wanted to spend the night with him again, and she was aware that he wanted it as well.
But what will happen when we get back to New York? she thought desperately. Will this continue? Will I go to work for him, and be just woman out of many that he has this kind of relationship with? Will I be able to stand by, in a short black dress and fuck-me heels, watching as he asks Grace or some other girl to go into the back room with him?
She was ashamed at the jealous feelings that surfaced, and she wondered if she was overthinking things. Is my intellect overriding my instincts? she wondered.
Again, she started focusing on her instincts, and found that she wanted to stay with him, there in the dining area. He was wonderful company, sexy as hell, and he wanted her to be near. Why not enjoy our last night together? she started to wonder.
The sex that morning had been so intimate, so beautiful and loving, but she felt that there was so much more to explore with him. A part of her that had been lying dormant for years had woken up, and she felt the desire for his touch strongly. Her sexual appetite was in full force and she did not want to shut it down again.
One more night, she thought. We’re only here for one more night. I’d like to enjoy it.
As if reading her mind, Jack reached towards a box which he had set on the mantle behind him. He handed it to her.
She opened it, and found red lace lingerie. The tiny, barely there red panties were paired with a thin, red nighty, that was entirely see through except for s
olid stripes along the underwire of the bra, and vertical lines that traveled downwards. There were small straps with buckles, and as she lifted the nightie out she saw there were tights as well, with garters that the straps would hook into.
“I want to see you in it,” Jack said. “Tonight. What do you think?”
“I don’t know, Jack,” Hadley heard herself say, though she knew that she also wanted him to see her in it.
“Let’s go out into the hot tub, and look at the stars,” he said. “You can decide after.”
Hadley agreed and he led her to his bedroom, where he closed the door behind them. Through the double french doors she could see a patio with a bubbling hot tub on it. Snow was falling lightly under white patio lights. Jack tossed her a bikini and towel, and then disappeared into his master bath to change as well. Hadley slipped into the string bikini and wrapped the towel around herself. She was slightly cold, and thought about lighting a fire. But before she could, Jack emerged from the bathroom.
“This way,” Jack said, opening the door.
The night was crisp and cold, and the water felt divine. It was so hot that it had almost been hard to get into, and she’d had to submerge her body slowly into the steaming water. But once in, she felt every single muscle relax.
After an hour or two of soaking, laughter, and conversation, Hadley felt all of her worries about the days to disappear. Their bodies inched closer and closer in the water, as they had the night before. Soon their whispered conversation became interrupted with long, lingering kisses.
After one especially steamy kiss, Jack whispered. “How about we go into the bedroom?”
Hadley was more than happy to agree with this suggestion.
As they entered the bedroom, Hadley saw the gift box from Jack. She took it in her hands and slipped into the bathroom, to freshen up.
Peeling away the bikini, she stepped into a shower and enjoyed the powerful jets of water that coursed over her body. Thoroughly clean and refreshed, she dried off with a thick, white towel.
There were many bottles of lotion on the sink countertop, and she found one with a pleasing, light scent. She coated her body in lotion, letting it soak in so that her skin was silky and soft.
Then she put the lingerie on, delighting in the delicate materials. She slipped her dress over it, and then opened the door. Rather than nervous, she felt alive with anticipation. As she stepped out of the bathroom, she noticed that Jack had lit the fire. The room was filled with a warm, glowing firelight.
Jack was at his seat by the fire, and this time there were two whiskeys on the table by his side. The fire was roaring, but otherwise the room was dark.
Jack was silent, and she saw him eying her hungrily. She enjoyed the low tone of his voice, the way it reminded her of the way he had whispered in her ear.
“You’re dressed,” he said, eying the black dress she had put on.
“I thought you might like to watch me undress,” she said.
“Do you like my gift?”
“I do,” Hadley answered. She lifted her dress just slightly so that he could see the satin straps which hooked into the garters of her dress.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked. He held the glass towards her, and Hadley gratefully accepted. She didn’t often drink liquor, and it felt strong and fiery sliding down her throat.
He was motioning to his lap, and she took a second sip before joining him on his arm chair. At first she worried that she would be too tall for sitting in his lap, but his strong frame accepted hers well, and she enjoyed being held in his arms.
His face was inches from hers, and he lifted his drink to his lips. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “I was worried at dinner, when you wanted to leave. I thought you might be concerned about returning to New York.”
“Should I be worried?” Hadley asked, thinking suddenly, though she didn’t want to, of impending return trip. “How many women are in your life, Jack?” she asked. “How many, besides me?”
Jack shrugged. “I love women,” he said. “Does that make you jealous?”
“I don’t know,” Hadley said, for some reason avoiding the truth. Yes, she thought. It makes me jealous.
“Jealousy is a waste of time. It’s for people who don’t know how to get what they want,” Jack said. “It means you want something that you can’t have. I never feel jealous. I only go after what I don’t have, and I get it.”
“I don’t want to feel used,” Hadley said. “This morning was so good, Jack… I forgot who we were. I felt so close to you.”
She watched his face for reaction, and saw his expression soften. He looked at her lovingly, but then something else came over him and he seemed to push that aside. His eyes changed from vulnerable and loving to slightly harder and analytical. His guard was back up. He took a deep breath.
“I am using you,” he replied. “And you’re using me. What’s wrong with that? Use me, Hadley. Here I am. Use me. What are you going to do with me?” His eyes were hooded, and Hadley felt his breathing deepen. She could feel him stirring beneath her, and as she sat she pressed her ass into him more firmly.
“Use me,” he said. “Just like that.” She felt herself move against him, and his hardness growing. He leaned down and kissed her, and she felt caught up in the power of his kiss, just as she had felt before.
She pulled her lips away, and pressed her ass against him as she stood.
Once standing, she began to remove her dress.
She peeled it slowly from her body, watching his eyes take her in as she exposed the beautiful lingerie. She felt powerful, gorgeous, desirable as she stripped in front of him in the firelight.
The power of feeling physically attractive was filling her up, overflowing in her. Perhaps our relationship is merely physical, she thought. Can I handle that?
I want this, she thought.
He sipped his drink, and she took in his hungry eyes as he watched her. She moved forward, back to the chair, but this time straddled him. His breathing was heavy as she found her place in his lap, in this new manner.
“That’s better,” she said. “What do you want to do to me?” she asked, daring him to speak. “What do you want to do to me? Here I am.”
He placed his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her down onto him. She felt how hard he was now, and enjoyed the sensation of his cock, still within his pants, against the lacy underwear he had bought for her.
“Oh God,” he said. “I want to fuck you so hard.”
“You do?” Hadley asked, innocently as she moved her hips against his. “You want to fuck me, Jack?”
He moved his hands from her rear, and placed them on her breasts, running them over the thin lacey material, and then the red, satin material that stretched in stripes across her nipples.
As he moved her fingers she could feel his touch against her hard nipples. The aching in her core grew. She felt him move the fabric aside, exploring along the top of her breasts with his large hands. Then his mouth was against the fabric of the lingerie. She felt the satiny material grow wet as he sucked it, hard. She felt him bite the fabric gently, and the firm pressure of his teeth felt painful and pleasurable at the same time.
She reached her hand down, between his legs as she moved against him. His member was hard, and she stroked it inside his pants.
He was as hard as a rock, and she moved her fingers to his waist band.
Finding the elastic, she pulled it out, and slipped her hand inside his pants. She felt him shudder as she took hold of him firmly, and began stroking him, up and down.
“Fuck me, Jack,” she whispered into his ear, stroking him. His lips left her breast and he leaned back in the chair, his head tilted up to the ceiling. She found his earlobe with her lips, and sucked it gently as she stroked him.
Then she slid off of him, onto the floor between his legs.
He widened his legs slightly, and groaned as she took him into her mouth. His cock felt so good in her mouth, and she loved the way he c
losed his eyes and sighed with pleasure as she began sucking and licking him from the base of his penis to the tip.
She felt aroused as well, and her breasts began to ache and her pussy became wet as she licked him, swirling the tip of his penis in her mouth when she reached the top. After several moments she stood up, and he stood as well, his dick erect in front of him.
“Undress me, Jack,” she pleaded, eager to feel him inside of her.
“I’m going to fuck you just like that,” he said, reaching for a condom and putting it on quickly. “Lie on the bed, Hadley.”
Hadley did as she was told, and lay down on the bed. Jack placed his hands on the thin, red underwear, and she watched as he ripped them, with just his two hands. Her nipples were erect under the red, lacy bra, and the top still attached to the garters around the red tights. She spread her legs so that he could rip the fabric more, and then cried out as he entered her. He held one of her legs up and he thrust against her forcefully, her whole body slammed back in the bed.
“Fuck me, Jack” she cried, needing his thrusts to be harder, deeper. He slammed into her again, the whole bed knocking against the wall.
“Yes,” Hadley moaned. “Yes, Jack, yes.”
“You like that?” Jack asked. “Does that feel good? Do you want this?”
Hadley could barely answer as he started pumping into her, the bed wildly slamming against the wall behind them. She felt his pounding thrusts bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, and the need to climax flooded her as she cried out, “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” over and over.
His kisses silenced her, his tongue probing her mouth as his thrusts caused waves of pleasure to mount inside of her, and bring her over the edge. As she came violently she felt Jack shudder and come as well, his entire body tensing and releasing as he climaxed.
Thoughts of New York were far from her mind as she drifted off to sleep, but they flooded back when an alarm announced that it was four a.m.
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