My cheeks flushed. He had gone to all this trouble to recreate one of my favorite movies, and I was barely clueing into the fact. I was too excited by being in Europe. The movie scene re-creation was almost too much to comprehend.
“Jay, this is unbelievable.”
“Abbie, I would do anything for you. Anything.” His fingers brushed down my arm and came to a rest on my hand.
I took hold of his hand and brought it to my face, inhaling his scent as I kissed his fingers. He tugged my hand and pulled me into him. He held my head against his chest as we looked out at the view.
Jay released me and laid out a checkered picnic blanket and opened a half bottle of Champagne. He handed me a flute, and I sipped it while watching the city far below. He spread out food from the basket. Pâté. Sausages. Cheese. More cheese. Grapes. My body didn’t know what time of day it was or what meal it was having. Starved, I polished off an impressive amount of food.
I leaned my body against his, my eyes shifting between the stunning scenery and his gorgeous face. Cary Grant couldn’t hold a candle to Jay.
“This is surreal. I cannot believe I’m here.”
“Better get used to it, beautiful. This is the life I’m going to give you.”
I shook my head, trying to comprehend his words.
“Thank you.”
“You never have to thank me for anything. I want to share all of this with you. When you left me, my life was empty. I need you, Abbie. I never plan to lose you again.”
I bit the insides of my cheeks to hold back tears and swallowed the lump in my throat.
“I’ll never leave you.”
“Good, because I plan to bring you back here when you’re eighty.”
Jay put his arm around me and pulled me tight, my back to his chest. I clasped his arm, never wanting it to leave me. We stayed like that, drinking our glasses of Champagne and soaking up the sunlight.
He slid his arm along my leg and up my side, his fingers squeezing me as he went. I wanted nothing more than him to take me right here, in the To Catch A Thief location, but it was too busy with cars.
Our picnic finished, we stood and gathered the bits back into the basket. Jay drew me into him and wrapped his arms around me. I put my arms around his waist, never wanting him to leave.
“I hope you enjoyed your picnic,” he said looking down at me.
My eyes searched his face, not knowing how to thank him. There were no words to convey the last twenty-four hours of my life. A private jet. The French Riviera. A movie site picnic. Him.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice a mere whisper.
“Stop thanking me. I should be thanking you, for being here with me.”
“But…”
“There is no but. Nothing in the world is more important than making you happy.”
I tilted my head toward him, longing for his lips.
Jay kissed me, a long, lingering kiss that set my insides alight. I burrowed myself closer into him, huddling my shoulders up into his body. He pulled his arms from me. Cupped my cheeks in his palms and he devoured me.
I wanted more of him but I was conscious of where we were. At a picnic site at the side of a mountain road.
He slid my feet out from under me, cradling my back as he laid us down on the picnic blanket. Our mouths locked together, his hand found my knee and made its way up my leg to the hem of my skirt. He pushed past, finding its way to the inside of my thigh until it reached my panties.
I held my breath, and his hand shoved aside my panties. His fingers made contact with my mound, flicking their way across my slit.
I broke the kiss and gasped.
“Not here, it’s too busy.”
“It’s fine, no one’s stopping. They’re driving past, looking at the road and not us.” He pushed himself into me, into the ground, as if to solidify his words.
He kissed my neck and collarbone, at the same time his fingers entered me. They pressed into me, scissoring out against my walls. Each second, my pussy became wetter and my body tingled more.
My pulse raced in excitement. Jay pulled his hand away, taking my panties with it. He rolled on top of me, and I pulled the dress up to my hips so I could open my legs to let him in between.
I gripped his biceps through his shirt, enjoying the sensation of them harden and relax as he worked his hands over me. He fumbled with his pants and rolled tight against me, his tip at my opening.
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back to me, to kiss him. With his lips locked on mine, he hollowed his back and pushed his cock into me, sending masses of tingles down my legs and arms.
We moved slowly, him kissing me. Every once in a while I would remember where I was, and glance out at Monaco below us.
His pace quickened, and he pulled his lips away. My body climbed higher and higher with each of his thrusts, until it was screaming. Another thrust and the screaming inside my body turned into a scream outside my body, as a vocal orgasm ripped through me.
Jay groaned and released his cum into me and his cock throbbed against my pussy walls.
As the orgasmic waves faded, I regained my consciousness of our public location.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I said.
“Why, didn’t you enjoy it?”
I squeezed his ass cheeks. “Oh yes.” I didn’t get the rest of my sentence out, his lips were on mine, kissing me once more.
He broke the kiss and rolled off me. I pulled my panties up, tight against me, glad he hadn’t ripped them this time.
“Let’s go back to Cannes, I have some work to do before dinner.”
“Work.” That sucks. “What am I going to do?”
“Go walk around the town. It’s only little, you won’t get lost.”
“Can’t you do it tomorrow?” I rested my hands on his arms, pleading with him.
“I have to take this meeting. I should really be there, in Chicago, but you’re more important. It’s the best I can do.”
I nodded, letting his words sink in. He put me above his company. I trembled at the idea.
We loaded up the car and drove back along the route hugging the Mediterranean.
“Where are you taking me tomorrow?” I asked, half joking.
“St Tropez.”
St Tropez. Right. I should have guessed.
Part Three
Exposing Jay
Chapter 1
“Dammit!” I’d caught my leg on the door as I pushed through the crowd and snagged my nylons. Now there was a massive run up the side of my leg, a go-fast racing stripe.
Of course something like this would happen on my first day at CQ Francis. Oh well, nothing I could do about it.
I’d spent the past two weeks on an incredible adventure with Jay, aka James McAllister, after he whisked me away to France on his private jet. Since Saturday, I’ve been back in his bed. Or rather, he spent them in my bed in one of the guest rooms at his mansion. A room he said is now mine, complete with the huge wardrobe he’d bought me. Enough clothes to last a lifetime, and all ridiculously expensive brands.
Last night was the first night I spent back at my condo since being slipped a date rape drug at the nightclub. Thank God Jay was there to save me. Especially since it meant spending so much time with him, which made me forgive him for lying about who he was.
It was true, I never would have dated him if I’d known he was the owner of the company where I worked. And this way he knew I wasn’t a gold digger. I just wanted him for him.
Jay spent most days over the past two weeks urging me to return to Force McAllister. But I couldn’t go back there. Everyone had seen me naked and bouncing on Jay’s cock. No way could I show my face there again.
Besides, I was serious about my career, and didn’t want to have any preferential treatment. I needed to know that I achieved it from all the hard work I put in, not from fucking the boss.
Jay had also been pestering me to let him pay off the mortgage I took out when my ex-boyfriend Matt
conned me out of money. But I don’t want his money. Giving Matt the money was my own stupidity. I hated myself for being so gullible, and I needed to be the one who pays the price for it.
My phone beeped with a text from Jay.
Good luck today. Looking forward to the celebration afterwards. J
My heart swelled at his words. I closed my eyes, imagining his embrace. The thought calmed my nerves as I waited for the elevator. I texted back then squeezed into the elevator.
How are we celebrating? ;)
I already knew how, and it didn’t involve clothes. My hand went to the diamond pendant necklace around my neck, now a permanent part of my body. My insides warmed at the very idea of Jay. I’d never been so enamored with a man before.
The elevator opened at my floor and my phone bleeped. I was sure it was Jay, but I didn’t have time to look. First, I had to get off these ripped nylons.
I didn’t see a restroom, so I ducked behind a potted fern near the elevators. It took some wiggling and jiggling, but I managed to get them off. It was just a question of if anyone noticed. I left my last job because of overexposure, I didn’t want to start the new one that way.
“Hello, I’m here for Laurie Thompson. This is my first day.”
“Welcome to the company,” the cheerful receptionist said.
I waited at reception for my new boss.
“Abbie, hi. All ready for your first day?” Laurie said, extending her hand.
“Absolutely,” I said, taking her hand and shaking it.
She explained practical things, like getting my id done and providing me with a card pass for the door, as we walked through the open-plan office.
“This is your desk. I’ll let you get settled for a few minutes while I run down and find out your passwords for the network.”
“Great.”
I’d been dying to read the text from Jay. As soon as she stepped away, I pulled out my phone.
Dinner at Dish and dessert at yours. Pick you up at seven. J
I smiled, imagining the things he would do to my body. My God, could he do things to my body. Just thinking about it made me tingle. Shame CQ Francis had an open plan, and I didn’t have a big office like I had at Force McAllister.
But where there was a will there was a way. I tucked myself tight against the desk, spread my knees and lowered the camera into place. I took several photos, hoping at least one would turn out.
They were okay. A couple were blurry, and some were cut off at strange places. But one was a money shot. Centered and in focus, it led the viewer up the corral of my thighs to my black-lace panties.
Except you couldn’t make out the lace. Couldn’t make out much of anything. I flicked my eyes over the low walls of my cubicle. Everyone seemed to be staring at their screens. Or looking at their phones. No one was paying attention to me.
I leaned my chest on my desk and reached down, sliding my skirt up and my panties down, the cool air of the office swirling across my mound. I flicked off my shoes and shimmied my panties all the way off.
Trying to suppress a grin, I took another look around the office to make sure no one was looking. I laid my chest on the desk, put the phone back between my spread legs and snapped away.
Shit. Laurie was coming, marching straight at me. I bolted up and kicked my panties under the desk drawers. Desperate to send my photo to give Jay a teaser, I thumbed the ‘send as a text’ option and hit send.
“Abbie, shall we go through some things?” Laurie asked.
“Absolutely. I’m quite eager to get into the role.”
I stood and followed her between the rows of cubicles and through a glass door into a meeting room. My phone beeped and beeped again. Man, what did Jay make of that? He must think I was crazy. Well, he already knew I was. This would just confirm it.
Laurie took me through all the current reports and a bit about the people reporting to me. Three of them. The idea made me nervous. I’d only had one person report to me before, my friend Sam, and that was only for two weeks. Managing people I didn’t know was daunting, but I could do this, I knew I could.
“Excuse me for a minute, I have to chase Mike over your password. He’s ignoring my emails. I’ll be quick,” Laurie said.
I took out my phone, craving Jay’s responses to my text. But my heart stopped when I looked at the screen.
Nice crotch shot. Aren’t you supposed to be working? LOL!!!! :P
My skin burned in embarrassment. Jenny must’ve choked on her coffee when she saw that one. The second was from Sam.
Hey sexy lady, heard you’re sharing nudie pics again, ‘cause you riding your man all over the internet isn’t enough for you lol
I was never going to live this down. I shot one back.
Soz, obviously not meant for you
Damn, I thought you were ready to take our relationship to the next level
Ha, Jenny always cracked me up.
In your dreams
I read Jenny’s last text as Laurie came back into the room.
At least now I have a pic to masturbate to
Like the ones of Jay and me weren’t enough. Ugh, my skin crawled at the idea of all the people who had the photo and, indeed, might be using them for self-pleasuring purposes.
The rest of the day was productive. I got a good handle on my role and responsibilities and made a good start on the work that needed to be done.
* * *
At my condo, I had a quick shower and changed into the dress I’d earlier picked out from my collection at Jay’s. The collection he’d bought for me while I’d been recovering at his mansion. And when I say collection, I mean enough clothes to last a lifetime.
It was a skimpy one, a sleek fire-engine red that barely covered my ass. The back dipped low, I’d have to go without a bra. I slipped on the first pair of Louboutins he’d bought me, not to be confused with the six pairs he’d bought since.
I waited. Checked my watch. Checked it again. He should be here any minute. An idea hit, and I traipsed into the bedroom. I shimmied down my underwear and flicked my foot, sending them flying across the room. The Agent Provocateur g-string he had recently given me in my hands, I tried to figure out which string was which. It looked the same no matter which way I turned it. I pulled it on, but it didn’t seem right, so took it off and tried again.
The intercom buzzed. Oh well, the g-string wasn’t sitting right but it would have to do. I threw on my Burberry trench coat and hurried down to meet Jay. When I strode out of the elevator, I saw him standing at the door and stopped.
I swear every time I saw him he looked even hotter. Tailored Italian-cut suit, thick black hair and a smile that could turn a man gay. And he was here for me! My insides did a little dance as I ran up and hugged him.
Chapter 2
“I missed you today,” Jay said.
“You missed our afternoon meetings.” I giggled and kissed him, remembering how amazing the past two weeks had been.
He put his hands on my waist, his grip firm. Our kiss deepened, and I leaned back to pull my head away despite how much as I wanted to carry on.
“Hey,” he said, gripping me harder.
“You’ll mess up my lipstick. You have to wait till after dinner for that.”
He pressed his forehead to mine. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” I teased, putting my finger to his nose.
“Maybe I’m not hungry anymore.” He kissed my cheek.
“Maybe I am.”
“Fine,” he released his grip. “I can’t wait to see what’s under that trench coat.”
“Let’s get to the restaurant, and you’ll find out.”
He’d parked his McLaren in the no-stopping zone in front of my building, the same place he’d parked his old banger two months before. I walked up to the passenger door and grabbed the handle.
“We’re getting a cab. There’s never any parking around Dish.”
“Oh, okay. But you can’t leave your car here, it’s a no parking zone.
”
“It’s fine.” He put his arm around my waist, steering me away from the car.
“No, they ticket like mad around here.”
“Oh well.”
“Unbelievable.”
“What?”
“Just because the ticket is pocket change to you, you don’t care? It’s not about the ticket, it’s about being considerate to other people.”
He looked at me, and I flushed. It was my own little stance against the one percent.
“You really want me to move it?”
“Yes.”
“Fine, if it means that much to you. Just give me twenty minutes while I drive around looking for a parking spot.” He swung his arms in an exaggerated way as he said it.
“But we’ll be late for our reservations.”
“Which is it, Abbie? What would offend you less? A parking infraction or tardiness?”
“Can’t we just drive there and find a spot?”
A taxi drove past, and Jay flung up his arm. The car screeched to a stop. Jay opened the door and looked at me to get in. I debated for a moment, sighed and climbed in.
Jay walked around the car and got in the other side. I shuffled across the seat and leaned my head on him. He put his arm around me, soothing me. Should I explain my little outburst? I caught myself with the image of his car parked where it shouldn’t be.
“Can I ask you something?” This seemed like a good moment, it had been bothering me for a while.
“Of course, anything.” He smoothed my hair.
“Before you said you’ve wanted me for years. What did you mean by that?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I only worked at Force McAllister for a few months. How could you have wanted me for years?”
The car stopped for a red light, and Jay’s eyes fixed on it. When it turned green, he spoke.
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