"Oh, fuck," she cried out. "Don't stop. Harder, baby. I need you so bad."
That was all it took. He held her even tighter and slammed into her as deep and hard as he could as she cried out and came around his cock. He continued pumping into her as he found his own release. She collapsed on him with her arms around his shoulders. He held her until they were both able to breathe again. Slowly, he moved her off of him, got out of the tub, took care of the condom, grabbed a towel, helped her up, dried her off, and got her to the bed before drying off himself. Rachel watched his naked body move around the room until she felt the bed dip beside her.
"Are you going to tease me again, baby?" he asked.
"If that's what happens when I tease you, I most definitely will," she answered, before closing her eyes and drifting off.
Chapter 9
When she opened her eyes, she was alone in the huge bed, and the sun was coming through the drapes. It took her a moment to remember where she was. When she looked at the clock, she was shocked to see it was ten o'clock. She never slept in that late. Where was Cliff, she wondered? When she got up to go to the bathroom, she saw a note on the table next to the bed.
Rachel,
I had an early meeting. You looked so comfortable. There was no way I was going to wake you up. Order room service. There's also a restaurant in the hotel. Relax at the pool. I'll be back as soon as I can get out of there.
Cliff
Rachel did exactly what he said. She ordered room service before taking a quick shower. When she was finished eating, she went down to the pool with her digital reader. That was where he found her a few hours later.
They spent the rest of the day at the pool and cooking another delicious meal together. Rachel enjoyed it more than she would have if he had taken her out. They fell asleep after watching a movie snuggled together on the couch.
Saturday was their day to see some sites. They went to the Detroit Institute of Arts and had an amazing time looking around. Rachel picked out a few prints she wanted to get for her classroom. Cliff refused to let her pay for them.
"I agreed to let you take me out for the weekend. That does not include things for my class," she snapped on her way out to the car.
"You said I could pay for everything this weekend. There were no rules on what counted and what didn't. I let you pay for lunch that day. I don't want to hear another word about it. It makes me happy to do things for you. Can't you just accept that?"
She huffed but didn't argue with him. He drove to an Italian restaurant one of the guys in his meeting told him about. It was a tiny hole in the wall but was supposed to have amazing food. It did not disappoint. On the drive back to the hotel, Rachel spotted a cute miniature golf course off the freeway and pointed it out to Cliff. He laughed as he got off the freeway and found his way to where she had shown him.
"You are amazing," he said. "Do you know that? I don't think there has ever been a time I have taken a date to an art museum to appreciate beautiful pieces of work and then taken her miniature golfing only hours later. You are honestly a breath of fresh air."
"When's the last time you played golf?" she asked.
"Golf or miniature golf?" he questioned. "I played golf last week. I'm not too shabby either. I couldn't tell you the last time I played mini golf. It's been many years."
"Do you think your high powered lawyer rear can beat me?" she asked.
He looked into her eyes and couldn't help but laugh. She was being serious.
"Are you laughing at me?" she asked in a serious tone. "You really think I'm no competition, don't you?"
She could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter.
"I didn't say that," he said. "I play golf all the time."
"Yes," she said. "You don't play mini golf all the time. There's a difference, Cliff."
"Okay," he said. "If you say so."
Was he messing with her, or was he being serious, she wondered? Rachel swung her car door open and was waiting for him at the back of the car. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her shoulders were pulled back. When he joined her at the back of the car, he had a smile on his face. That aggravated her even more.
"I hope you brought your A game with you, mister. Prepare to get your ass whipped."
Rachel walked off to the small building to get their balls, scorecard, and putters. She turned to cliff.
"This I'll let you pay for," she said, as she grabbed her stuff and walked toward the first hole.
"So, this is a serious game then?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she answered. "It's very serious."
By the time he walked up behind her at the first hole she had to fight back her own laughter. They played fair and kept the seriousness of the game the entire time. It took all she had not to break out into a giggle so many times. Rachel kept score on every single hole. Cliff hit his ball into the windmill several times. He looked back at her and she shook her head, making sure to call off the number each time he tapped the ball.
"You think this is funny?" he asked. "Are you teasing me, Rachel? I must be wrong."
"Oh," she said. "I think it's hilarious. I most definitely am teasing you, Cliff. Is there something you'd like to do about it out here?"
She gave him a wink and shook her butt as she lined up her ball at the next hole.
"I would definitely like to do something about it out here," he said, as he walked toward her.
She laughed and took off running. He was right on her heels.
"Okay," she yelled. "Stop. Do you know how crazy we look out here? I don't think it would be good for business to find your way into the paper like that."
"Please get back to the game," he said with a smirk. "I don't think you've beat me yet."
"Do you want to take another swing at the windmill?" she asked.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms. They were both laughing hysterically.
"I haven't had this much fun," he said, as he thought. "Ever."
"Neither have I," she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Thank you so much."
"No," he said. "Thank you. You have no idea."
They finished golfing. She beat him by ten strokes, and there was no way she planned to let him live it down. There was an ice cream place across the street. Cliff motioned over to it.
"Come on," he said, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him. "We should do it up right."
They both ordered sundaes and sat down in the sun on a bench.
"Now you're going golfing with me," he said. "We can see who's better at the real game."
"I thought we just played the real game," she said with a smirk.
"I don't think so," he said. "Three Fridays from now you're golfing with me."
"Why three Fridays from now? Is that the day you know you'll beat me?" she asked.
"No," he said. "I want you on my team at the golf outing."
"What gold outing?" she asked.
"The company golf outing," he said with a smile, as he held the cherry from his sundae out for her to bite it.
"No, no, no," she said. "That's not happening."
"Are you turning me down?" he asked.
"You have a golf outing for your company?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"Who all goes?" she asked.
"Anyone in the company that wants to," he answered.
"How many people go?" she asked.
"About fifty people," he answered. "You're the golf champion. I want you on my team."
"That was just a joke," she said. "I've never golfed for real before. I most definitely am not golfing on your team at a company function. You're the damn owner of the firm. You need to find people that really know how to play. I can't believe you even joke about me being on your team."
"I'm not joking. I really want you there with me," he said.
"Why?" she asked. "Why would you want me there?"
Rachel couldn't believe how worried she was at the though
t of being at a function for his company. What would people think, she wondered? Would they think she wasn't pretty enough? Would they think she wasn't good enough for him? Would any of them know who she was? Her mind was spinning out of control.
"Stop," he snapped, pulling her from her thoughts.
She looked over at him shocked.
"Why wouldn't I want you there? I want you beside me at the outing because I care about you and want to share the day with you. It's always a lot of fun. I can't imagine how much fun it would be with you there with me, on my team."
Cliff put his sundae down, took her face in his hands, and looked into her eyes.
"You are the most amazing, beautiful, and challenging woman I have ever met. There is nobody I would rather be next to, in front of all of my employees, than you. Please be there with me. I don't care if we lose the entire thing. That means nothing to me. There is one thing I am sure of. If you're there, I will have the best time ever. You make me feel things, Rachel. Things I never imagined I could ever feel. You make me feel important and needed. You give me so much shit, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Okay," she whispered.
"Okay, you'll go?" he asked.
She nodded her head as she took another bite of her ice cream.
They spent the rest of the evening in bed, in the shower, and in the jacuzzi tub. Rachel couldn't remember ever coming as much as she had that night in an entire month. She was exhausted.
They flew home the following afternoon. She was sad when he dropped her off at her apartment. A place she was so excited to have on her own felt lonely without Cliff there. She asked him to text her once he was home. It was late and she was in bed waiting for his message. It was so quiet in her apartment, and she drifted in and out of sleep. He really had exhausted her. She heard the buzz of her phone and picked it up half asleep.
Cliff: I wanted to let you know I'm home.
She typed back a response without thinking about it.
Rachel: I miss you already. I wish you were here. It's lonely here without you. What are you doing to me?
Cliff: It's you that does things to me. I miss you too. Can we meet for lunch this week?
Rachel: Every day if you want. I don't know what I did to deserve to have you in my life, but I am so glad you're here.
Cliff: Me too. Sweet dreams, baby.
Rachel: Please don't hurt me. You could crush me ten times worse than ever. I don't know how I could be feeling these things so quickly. Please, Cliff, don't break my heart. Goodnight.
Chapter 10
When Rachel woke up, her bedroom lights were on and her phone was next to her pillow. What happened, she wondered? She turned on the screen to see the last message she sent. Oh crap! She knew better than to text when she was half asleep. What shocked her even more was his response.
Cliff: I will never hurt you. I will always be there to protect you. You are mine! Goodnight, baby.
Neither of them ever mentioned the messages. They talked each evening and text throughout the day. He would text her if he was in a boring meeting and tell her all about it. They met for lunch twice during the week. She couldn't get enough of seeing him. As soon as they were apart, she missed him. Everything was perfect.
Cliff was taking her out for a nice dinner Friday night. She was dressed in a very nice light color dress. Rachel made sure to have her hair and makeup looking perfect. She wanted to show him she could relax but she could also enjoy a nice night out as well. When the knock sounded at the door, she felt excitement rush through her body. With one last look in the mirror, she headed to the door and swung it open with a huge smile on her face.
"Hey handsome," she began, but stopped when her eyes scanned the man in front of her.
"You look beautiful. What are you all dressed up for?"
There stood Jake leaning against her doorway, and he looked rough. If she didn't know better, she would have thought he was drunk. That wasn't possible. He didn't drink like that.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped.
Rachel stood waiting for an answer. She thought about how horrible he treated her. The picture of seeing that woman riding him in their bed popped into her head. As she looked at him, she realized how different and amazing her life had become. Suddenly, she was thankful that she had walked in on them. If not, she could have still been stuck in a relationship that was no good for her.
Her thoughts jolted her back to the situation in front of her, as Jake brushed passed her and entered her apartment. She smelled the disgusting smell of stale alcohol as he got closer to her. He was wasted. Rachel couldn't believe what his life had become.
"Get out of my apartment, Jake," she snapped.
"I love you," he said. "I've come for a second chance. We were good together once. I want that back. I want you to move back into the house with me. We need to pack your stuff."
"Do you honestly think that I would move back in with you, Jake? You have no idea how it felt to walk in on you having sex with your secretary in the bed we shared together. I had given up having children for you. Do you remember throwing that in my face? Do you remember fighting me for a year for every single thing we had together? I learned so much about you during the divorce. I learned that you were no longer the man I fell in love with. Maybe you were. Maybe I was just to dumb to see it at the time. I can guarantee that we will never be together again."
"I'll take you out. I'll take you on business trips with me. I'll do whatever it takes to get you back. I know I made mistakes. I'll buy you everything you want."
"If you knew me at all, you would know that I don't give a shit about material things. Where's your secretary now? How are you this drunk after just getting off work?"
"We aren't together anymore. I realized that you were who I wanted and broke it off with her. I didn't work today," he said, as he walked toward her.
What a lying asshole, she thought. There was no way she would ever take him back, even if she hadn't met Cliff. Jake did things before and during the divorce that were unforgivable.
"You need to leave," she yelled, as he got closer.
Rachel found herself backing toward the wall behind her. Jake's eyes were dark and serious, and she was nervous. He kept moving until she was against the wall. He put one hand on each side of her face and leaned in close. Jake was much taller than her. As bad as he hurt her in the past, he never put his hands on her in a mean way. What the hell was going on with him, she wondered?
"I'm not leaving here without you," he snapped, as he grabbed the back of her head and crashed his mouth against hers.
She held her mouth shut as she struggled against him. With his hand in her hair and his other hand against the wall next to her head, she couldn't move. His leg pushed between her knees, as he held her in place. Rachel pushed against him as he continued to kiss her. Her lips remained sealed, as he grabbed her lip between his teeth and pulled to open her mouth to his. Her arm went up to the side to break his hold against the side of her head, and she sent a picture crashing from the wall to the ground.
"Get off of me," she growled.
"You know we can have what we had before. I love you, baby," he said breaking contact with her mouth.
"Do not call me that," she demanded.
There was a knock at the door. Rachel felt relief run through her veins. Jake released his hold on her and walked over to the door.
"Are you expecting company? He asked, as he opened the door with a smile.
Rachel looked up to see Cliff standing on the other side of the door. She knew he couldn't see her from where he was standing. The door was blocking his view.
"What are you doing here, Jake?" Cliff asked.
"I'm here to take my wife back home with me. She's giving me a second chance. Actually, you just interrupted us making up. We were in the middle of a very passionate kiss. So, I guess I should be asking what you're doing here," Jake said in a stern tone.
When Jake turned back around and gave her a s
mile, she saw her lipstick on his mouth. She heard Cliff take a deep breath.
"I had no idea the two of you were together," Cliff said in a sad but angry tone.
Shit! His wife had cheated on him, Rachel thought. Did he really think she would do the same? She knew she had to do something. There was no way she was letting Jake control her life any longer. It was time to take her life back from his greedy, lying ass.
"No," she snapped. "We are not together."
Rachel moved to step around Jake, but he held his arm out so she couldn't get passed. She knew Cliff had caught a glimpse of her.
"Move your fucking arm now, Jake. Do not stop her from moving passed you," Cliff growled out.
She pushed against Jake.
"I thought it was you at the door, Cliff. He pushed passed me into my apartment before I could stop him. When he shoved me against the wall, I tried to get away from him. He grabbed my hair and kissed me. I struggled to push him off of me. I broke a picture, and there's glass on the floor. He's fucking drunk and talking crazy about me being with him."
Cliff grabbed Jake and shoved him against the door. He looked into Rachel's eyes. There were tears streaming down her face. She knew her hair was a mess from Jake putting his hands in it. Rachel felt embarrassed that Jake had been able to do that to her. What if Cliff hadn't shown up on time, she thought? Fear of what could have happened began to take her over. Cliff was right to be worried about Jake. She had assured him that Jake was all talk and there was no way he would have hurt her. How wrong was she? What would he have done to her? What kind of man was he turning into?
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