Rakell had an epiphany when she heard those words. Her limited perception of the size of her world instantly expanded. For once she was certain, truly certain, that she never had to experience the pain of her past relationships again, because life was too short and the world was too big to accept the same self-centered people into her life. Never again would she let any person have precedence over her contentment, her self-esteem and her freedom just because they said they loved her. Actions really do speak louder than words. So far, Jerzy’s actions showed her that he was a man deserving of her affection. It was all about now. She was happy now. If he changed, if her needs changed, then she’d let him go and not waste any time finding someone who could fulfill her desires.
Rakell turned around to look into Jerzy’s eyes in the relative darkness. “And you…You don’t have to feel used ever again. If a girl doesn’t appreciate what you do for her, if she takes your kindness for weakness, don’t try to change her. Let her go and allow yourself to be happy.” She placed her hands on top of his shirt and rubbed both sides of his collarbone. “Okay?”
He nodded. “Okay.”
Rakell admired his masculine, angular jawline and the feel of his solid physique beneath her hands. His honest green eyes could make her wet with one suggestive glance. His pink pillow lips were soft but powerful, and in that mouth was a tongue that was more fun than any amusement park ride. But his heart, that’s what sent Rakell’s passion soaring. He doted on her, touched her, listened to her, and held her. She felt precious and sensuous in his embrace, and she wanted to return the favor by letting him have his way with her tonight and many more nights. Take me. She cupped his face and lured his head down for a passionate kiss. While her tongue began a playful, erotic tussle with his, her hand slipped under the front of his shirt and found the button of his jeans.
Jerzy broke away from her and took a step back. “No, Rakell.”
Rakell was startled by his rejection. All her tests came back negative and she was on birth control. What was the problem? “Don’t you want me?”
Jerzy looked away from her hurt expression. “Baby, of course, but I want to wait for my test results so you and I can feel one hundred percent safe and comfortable.”
“You can use a condom tonight. I won’t mind.”
He shook his head, staring at the buildings behind her. “I’ll mind.”
Rakell stepped close to him. “What if we just…touched each other?”
He threw his head back and laughed at the night sky. “God, now I know why Adam ate the apple.”
“Why won’t you look at me?”
He covered his eyes with both hands. “Because your doe eyes are my kryptonite.”
She giggled and relaxed. “Two nights ago, you…” Rakell trailed off, searching her mind for the precise words to describe the pleasure and fulfillment she’d experienced. Jerzy’s hands were still on his eyes. Her hand tightened on his shirt. “You made my body, my being, sing the highest note it’s ever sung. I want to have that moment again. Please.”
He groaned and his hands fell from his face. He gazed down into her hopeful eyes. Though terribly weakened and guilt-ridden due to his natural urge to spoil and please her, Jerzy managed to stand his ground. “Soon, Rakell, soon. In a couple more days. I promise.”
Rakell hung her head, disappointed.
Jerzy lifted her face by her chin. His smile radiated affection. “Aw, don’t look like that.”
“You like seeing me like this, don’t you?” she whined.
“A little. Yeah.” He chuckled.
“Jerk.”
Jerzy’s hand caressed the side of her neck. “I like seeing that you want me as badly as I want you.”
She rolled her eyes. “A jerk with a silver tongue.”
“You love my tongue.” His hand found her hip.
Rakell hit him on the chest and then buried her face in it. She felt his hard chest tremor with laughter. “Shut up,” she mumbled against his cotton shirt. He smelled so good. She lifted her head away and peered up at him. “I’m sorry that I kept pressuring you.”
Jerzy gave her a kiss to express that he accepted the apology.
Rakell continued. “We’re supposed to build a dream world together, but I’m only thinking of myself. You don’t want us to have any barriers, right?”
He nodded. “Right.”
“Because in your dream world, we’re…married,” she suddenly realized.
Jerzy swallowed, shocked. Subconsciously that’s exactly what he was trying to create, but he hadn’t admitted it to himself until now. How had Rakell known? He searched her kind eyes and his embarrassment ebbed. He exhaled and finally answered. “Yeah.”
She smiled. “Where was our wedding? I don’t quite remember.”
“Uh…” He laughed, and then thought about it. “It was in a little church in the Polish countryside.”
“And our honeymoon?”
“Paris. And here, because the honeymoon never ended when we got back from France.”
“Damn, Jerzy,” she sighed. She hugged him around the waist and rested her cheek against his chest. Jerzy rocked her gently side to side. He started humming a song that sounded very familiar, but that Rakell couldn’t place. Jerzy reached behind him for one of her hands. He intertwined his fingers with hers and held it over his heart. Their rocking became a slow dance on the rooftop. Rakell admired their joined hands, the difference in size and the contrast of their skin. He started singing the words aloud. She grinned. It was that Elton John song, “I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues”. She always thought of the song as cheesy, but it was totally transformed through Jerzy’s voice. His singing voice wasn’t perfect, but it was smooth and earnest. When he got to the chorus, the lyrics warmed her all over. At the end of the song, she was surprised to find herself on the brink of tears. “Thank you,” she whispered so quietly she didn’t think Jerzy heard.
“No. Thank you.”
“Hello, Alisa,” Rakell smiled as she walked past the reception desk on the way to her office on Thursday afternoon.
“Hi, Professor Dunn!” The blonde grinned. “You look different today.”
“How so?”
“Hmm…” Alisa looked Rakell up and down with her large blue eyes. She gasped. “I know what it is! It’s your face! Your bad age lines and frown lines don’t look so noticeable anymore…No offense.”
Rakell softened her murderous glare and forced a smile. “Well, ever since I’ve added more meat to my diet I’ve been looking younger and younger.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I find that Polish sausage gives the most amazing results.”
“I’ve never heard that before.”
“It’s one of those European beauty secrets.” Rakell winked and continued walking to her office. Rakell’s amusement only lasted as long as it took for her to reach her office, close the door and sit behind her desk. Alone in her office, she was overcome with a feeling of worthlessness. That perky blond twit was right. She was old and it showed. She could never be Jerzy’s girlfriend. Only in a dream world could she fit into his life. Jerzy already knew that. His friends and family would laugh if they learned about their affair. The whole thing was a joke, especially her new ‘It’s all about how I feel in the moment’ philosophy. How she felt in the moments she shared with Jerzy had everything to do with the small hope she held that he could become a constant source of joy in her future. But could she ever truly be his? Did she have any place in his heart, or were the gifts, dinners and affection all a part of his marriage fetish?
The door to her office swung open without warning. Her heart skipped a beat. It was Jerzy. He was dressed for work, in a black button down and gray slacks with a black leather belt. “Hey, Beautiful.” He shut and locked the door and waved the papers in his hand. He lightly tossed them onto her desk.
Rakell looked over the papers. They were medical lab test results. “Everything’s negative. That’s great.” She forced a small smile.
Jerzy walked around the desk. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from her chair. He held her face in his hands, gazed into her sad eyes and saw that she needed him too. “I’ve gotta have you. Right now,” he whispered before stealing a lustful kiss. His large hand squeezed her buttock as he devoured her mouth. Rakell was powerless to the trembling fire his touch ignited within her body, and only Jerzy could quench it. Wild with need, he tore his mouth away from hers to eagerly suck on her neck and collarbone, and then he snatched open her buttoned blouse. Before she knew it he’d worked both her breasts out of the cups of her white bra.
Rakell knew it was irresponsible to have sex in her office on school grounds, but all restraint slipped away as her ardent greed for Jerzy took over. She sighed and whimpered and gripped at Jerzy’s dark hair as he tortured her dark nipples with his teeth then soothed the pain with sweeps of his tongue. He let her breast fall from his mouth and then stunned her by putting his hand up her skirt and grabbing her crotch. His fingertips raked over her sensitive folds through the thin, dampened fabric of her white thong. He stared into her eyes. “This is mine. Say it’s mine.” The authority in his rough voice and the lust in his eyes made Rakell tremble in his hand.
“It’s yours,” she breathed.
With that he turned her around, made her lie face down over the back of her desk and elevate her hips by standing on the balls of her feet in her kitten heels, and then he pulled her A-line skirt up over her bottom. He kneaded one soft buttock and then spanked her. It drew a small yelp from Rakell. The novelty and danger of his dominant behavior and the new environment in which they were expressing themselves made Rakell’s body heat spike four degrees from the excitement. Jerzy rubbed away the gentle sting his firm hand had caused, and then he tugged down on her white thong so that it fell around her ankles. Rakell tensed and sighed in anticipation as she heard him undo his belt and open the zipper on his slacks. Jerzy grasped her by the hips and spread her legs further apart with his knee. He moved his hips forward, but paused with his head at her slick entrance. “No one else gets to fuck you but me, right?”
“N-No one else,” she whispered.
“Louder,” he commanded.
“No one else gets to fuck me but you, Jerzy.”
He didn’t move.
She squirmed. “Please, fuck me,” she whimpered.
Then he drove into her fully. As soon as he entered her she was on the precipice of an orgasm. She moaned. He started off with a slow teasing stroke.
“Nooo, faster,” she insisted, breathless.
He didn’t alter his pace. He continued a steady stroke, moving only some of the way in and almost all the way out of her. After twenty long seconds of this Rakell was so frustrated she pushed backward against him to make him go harder and deeper inside of her. Jerzy reacted by stopping completely. He was silent. She could hear his heavy breathing, but he was motionless. She felt him so solid and hot inside of her. Her heart was racing. “Give it to me,” she begged him.
His fingers pressed into her hips and he abruptly began pounding into her.
“Yes!” she cried and shivered.
“Shhhh,” he urged. He bit down on his lip to contain his own guttural moans as he worked his hips to stroke all areas of the erogenous surface inside of her with his rigid member.
Rakell kept getting louder. The angle of Jerzy’s thrust resulted in blow after delicious blow against her sweet spot. She couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure.
“Rakell…You gotta be quiet, Baby,” he warned her in a strained whisper. He reached his hand out for the yellow pencil at the end of her desk. He pressed the pencil to her lips. “Bite down on this.”
Rakell obeyed. She tasted the wood of the pencil as her teeth clamped down into it. Her bare breasts warmed the surface of the desk. Her hands, resting on scattered papers and folders, were balled into fists as the magnitude of her pleasure climbed higher and higher, her climax approaching.
“You can touch yourself, Baby, if you need to,” Jerzy groaned. “I’m almost there.”
She reached a trembling hand down between her legs. As soon as Rakell’s finger touched her clit she came. Her startled cry was muffled by the pencil in her mouth. The pulsing and contracting of her hot walls pulled at Jerzy’s member and set off his orgasm. “Rakell,” he moaned louder than he’d intended. The intensity of his release rocked him. He held on to the edge of the desk to maintain his balance. He stood there shaky and panting. Piece by piece, his surroundings came back into focus. Once he’d regained control of himself, he leaned closer to Rakell’s limp body. He slowly kissed a trail down the length of her spine as she floated back down to earth. He pulled out of her. After he zipped his pants, he bent down and picked up Rakell’s lacy white thong from around feet, taking time to massage her ankles before sliding the underwear back onto her hips. He fixed her skirt. Gently, he lifted her up from the desk and turned her around to study her face. The regular attentive tone returned to his voice. “Did you like that?”
She responded with a slow nod and a smile, still seeing stars.
He smiled. “Good.” Jerzy hugged her to him. He loved holding her. When she was secure in his arms, that’s when he felt like a man. He spent a long while holding her and rubbing her back. He kissed her temple, but couldn’t end there. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her cute nose, her cheeks, and her lips. He wasn’t sure he’d ever have enough of her. Rakell pulled away to fix her clothes. Jerzy stroked his knuckles down the slope of one of her lovely breasts as she readjusted her bra. Rakell buttoned up her blouse and puckered her lips for a kiss. Jerzy gladly granted her wish. He broke away with a smile on his face.
“I want you to visit my restaurant tonight. I’ll give you a tour of the kitchen so you can see all the action behind the scenes. It’ll be fun. You could meet the chefs and get a cooking lesson or sample a few new dishes and desserts. And…you could meet my brother and my father too, if you’re ready for that.”
Rakell’s mouth fell open in astonishment. “You want me to meet your family?”
“Only if you want to.”
She shook her head. “What are you going to introduce me as? Your professor?”
“I’ll introduce you as Rakell. They’ll know what you mean to me.”
Rakell couldn’t hold back the question. “What do I mean to you, Jerzy?”
Jerzy’s green eyes conveyed a shy sincerity. “You mean a lot more to me than either of us are willing to have complete faith in.”
Rakell closed her eyes. His words were a balm to her doubts and insecurities. She opened her eyes to him kissing her on the forehead again.
“I’ve gotta head to work. Call me later. Let me know what you want to do.” After a long kiss, Jerzy exited the office. Rakell relaxed into her chair. The air smelled of a mixture of her and Jerzy’s fragrances. She studied the chewed yellow pencil on the desk, picked it up and ran her fingers along the grooves her teeth had created. She shivered and smiled, experiencing a flashback of the intense sex she’d had just minutes ago. After placing the pencil at the top of her computer keyboard as a memento from her first office tryst, she began updating grades and attendance.
When Rakell left her office for the day and headed down the hall she was surprised that Alisa didn’t give her the usual bug-eyed beauty pageant smile the whole walk. The girl didn’t look up from her computer until Rakell walked past her desk. Alisa looked sad.
Rakell smiled. “See you later, Alisa. Everything okay?”
“You lied to me, Professor Dunn,” she answered coldly.
Rakell was taken aback by the storm in Alisa’s eyes. “What?”
“A European beauty secret?”
“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped with guilt. “It was only a joke, Alisa. I didn’t—”
“I’m not stupid,” the girl snapped. “People think I am because I’m blonde and I smile all the time. I used to respect you, Professor Dunn. You had the courage to leave that sorry-excuse-for-a-man Marshall
so that you could be liberated and independent like all women should be. I never thought you would insult me this way.”
“I’m really sorry. That was mean and immature of me.”
“There was a lot of noise coming from your office. I could have called security on you two.”
Rakell’s face drained of blood. The room shrank considerably. “It won’t happen again,” she promised, shaking her head. “Let’s keep this between us girls.” Her moist eyes begged. “Please.”
Unmoved, Alisa raised one eyebrow. “I take pride in being a very honest person. Lies and secrets aren’t my thing.”
Rakell stepped closer to Alisa’s desk. Her stomach was rolling with nausea. This couldn’t be happening. Alisa needed to understand that the relationship she had with Jerzy wasn’t some shady arrangement. “He and I really care about each other. We don’t want to keep it a secret or lie to people, but we have to right now.”
Profess Your Love Page 7