Irresistible You

by Celeste O. Norfleet

  Like a teen on his first date, he was uncomfortable and nervous. He anxiously peeked through the beveled glass doors then turned and looked around noticing the neatly kept garden of colorful flowers. The sweet smell of spring blooms scented the air. He heard the lock click then turned seeing Juliet opened the inner door. She smiled pleasantly and cross the narrow vestibule to open the front door. She was breathtaking.

  “J.T.”

  “Juliet.”

  She looked at her watch. “You’re early.”

  He looked at his watch. “You’re right.”

  “Come in,” she instructed and backed up allowing him to step inside the marble tiled foyer. He entered.

  The sound of his shoes on wooden floors echoed through the empty house as he moved through to the living room. He smiled and chuckled as he glanced around the empty space. He was completely surrounded by mirrors on three sides.

  An ornate cornice surrounded the parlor and capped a beautifully gilded antique chandelier that hung from the ceiling. Only crown molding completed the interior adornments. “I have a friend who apparently used your same decorator.” His deep voice echoed laughter in the emptiness.

  Juliet smiled as she stood and watched him looking around at her at-home ballet studio. “You’d be surprised how much I save in furniture polish and cleaning supplies.”

  J.T. turned to her. They each smiled humored by her remark. Then their eyes met and held for a second until she cleared her suddenly dry throat.

  “Is that for me,” she asked pointing to the wrapped package in his hands,” or do you always walk around holding on to small wrapped packages?”

  “It’s for you,” he said and handed it to her.

  “How thoughtful,” she took it excitedly and pulled the ribbon off. She ripped open the tissue and laughed aloud. “It’s perfect, how did you know?”

  “A friend told me that you only liked the best.” She immediately opened the package and dipped her nose into the bag. The rich aroma was uniquely flavorful filled her nostrils. “It’s the best I could find, it’s called Wallenford Estate Jamaica Blue Mountain.”

  “Umm, delicious, it’s perfect. I can’t wait to try it. Thank you, this was very sweet of you.” They stood in open silence for a few seconds. “Can I get you a glass of red wine, or would you prefer coffee?” She held up her gift of coffee beans.

  “Sure,” he paused briefly to watch her glide across the floor to the kitchen, “red wine would be fine.”

  After a second or two he finally tore his eyes from her as she disappeared through swinging doors into the kitchen. He smiled or rather leered then shook his head of his wolfish thoughts. Dressed in an elegant charcoal gray low-cut fitted dress showing her perfectly shaped legs, he corrected his first mental impression instantly. She was more than simply breathtaking. She was stunning.

  Her hair was gathered up in a twist as usual with tiny white pearls scattered about and loose tendril locks flowing to her shoulders. She wore simple jewelry at her throat and long thin dangles on her earlobes. Strapped high heeled sandals twisted her ankle and clasped around her lower leg. She was stunning.

  J.T. walked over to the fireplace mantle and looked up at his reflection in the beveled mirror. What was he doing, he questioned himself yet again. In a lot of ways Juliet was a lot more dangerous than Mamma Lou’s matchmaking. He was certain that his plan would work. But he needed to remain focused on the end result. When this was over Juliet, like all the others, would be a distant memory because work would always come first.

  Juliet returned to his side before he even noticed she had arrived. She smiled up at him through the mirror’s reflection. “I’d say a penny for your thoughts but that would be just too easy.” She offered him the glass of red wine.

  He took it and sipped bitter and full bodied richness hoping for a distraction. “I was just thinking about this evening, our arrangement, our business arrangement,” he clarified further.

  “And,” she coxed as she placed her drink on the mantle. He followed her lead placing his drink beside hers.

  “And to make this look real we need to be more comfortable with each other.” She nodded her agreement.

  She turned away and smiled slyly, “I’d say that was pretty much a moot point after New York and the other night.”

  Just as she said the last word J.T. grasped her upper arm and swung her around to face him. He pulled her firmly against his body. He knew that she felt his very obvious excitement. “We’re gonna be late.”

  His lips touched hers with familiar awareness. Soft and firm, he pressed himself to her mouth imploring entry. She opened to him, surrendering to her desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer, pressing, pulling, and molding their bodies firmly as one.

  Weak and breathless she rolled her neck back giving him full access. Long gently nibbles inched down her neck burning right through her skin. Seductively slow, he teased her body as she leaned his back against the mantle trapping him with her body. She felt his hands as they caressed her fully. When he spread his hands open feeling the round firmness of her bottom pressing his hardness against her stomach, she gasped. Her body burned with want. A moan of unsatisfied desire escaped as her heart pumped wildly.

  “Yes, we’re gonna be very late,” she said as he gathered her up in his arms and walked toward the stairs.

  He walked up the stairs slowly while planting passionate kisses on her neck and shoulder. She snuggled closer feeling the strength of his arms around her. She was safe and secure in the only arms she ever wanted to be in.

  When J.T. got to the top of the stairs he stopped. “There,” she mutter and pointed aimlessly toward her bedroom. He followed her direction walking down the dimmed hallway. He bumped the door open with his shoulder letting their kiss drift off slowly. Subdued lighting surrounded them in a warm glow of soothing calm.

  They both took a deep breath as he slid her body down his. They looked into each other’s eyes. This was the point where minds changed and clearer heads prevailed. But not tonight, not this time. Juliet reached up and gently stroked his smooth cheek. Firm yet soft she continued down her neck to the silk tie expertly tied there. She slowly pulled at the knotted noose and freed one end then pulled the material from his shirt. She draped the tie around her neck then began unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. She looked up to gage his expression. He looked back at her, his eyes smiled with encouragement.

  Satisfied that she had gotten and would keep his attention, she continued. At the last button she pulled the shirt from his pants then off his shoulders, letting it drop easily to the floor. Then she loosened his belt and unzipped his pants. The hardness she felt against her hands was boldly evident. He wanted her. Biting at her lower lip, she smiled anticipating the pleasure his body would bring.

  J.T. placed his hand on her shoulders and attempted to lower her dress’s thin straps. She backed away leaving his hands to drop to his side. She pulled the tie from her neck and slowly wrapped it around his wrist. She tied a gently knot, wrapped the remaining tie around her hand securing and joining them together. Now in firm control, she walked him to her bed.

  Turning him around, she placed the flat of her palm on his bare chest and backed him up until he collapsed heavily onto the bed. He smiled his curiousness as to what she intended to do next. She stood over him and slowly pulled on and wrapped the tie bringing his hand to her mouth. She kissed his hand then guiding him she caressed his hand against her body slowly allowing him to feel the satiny smoothing of her shoulders, waist, arms and legs.

  She loosened the wrapped tie from her hand then turned around giving him her back. Tossing the tie over her shoulder she felt his tied hand pull down the dress zipper. As it lowered she unwrapped more and more of the tie from her hand. Using that same joined hand he removed the shoulder straps and guided the dress down her body.

  Sheer stockings, a lace garter and a satin thong welcomed him. She was more than breathtaking, or stunning. She was mesmer
izing. She peeked over her shoulder smiling wily. “So tell me, what does J.T. stand for?”

  He blinked, taken off guard by her out-of-the-blue question. This was pure Juliet, in the midst of the most arousing seduction in his life she asked him about his full name.

  “Later,” he spun her around to face him fitting her body between his legs as he remained seated on the side of the bed, their bodies, bare chest to bare chest. He reached up to her breast with his untied hand. She leaned back, smiled and shook her head, no, silently mouthing the word. He reached up with his tied hand. She leaned back in, she nodded her approval.

  So this is how it worked, he mused smiling enjoying the new adventure of her dominatrix role. He stroked his tied hand against the swell of her breasts, she gasp her delight. He fingered the tie pulling it and wrapping it around his palm. When their hands were almost touching he reached behind her taking her hand with his.

  He carefully pulled her body towards his. When she was near enough he captured her into his mouth suckling the brown sweetness of her scented skin. Like a starving man he gorged himself on her sweetness. She arched back giving him full access to his pleasure.

  Relaxing the tie’s hold he leaned back on a ninety degree angle. The strength of his muscled arm bore the brunt of her body lying against his. Then with his free hand, secured on the bed behind him, he allowed gravity to hold her body firmly against his mouth.

  Unbounded rapture spurred their desire as she savored the delight of his body and she relished the feel of his mouth on hers. He slowly relaxed completely back, bringing her flat against his chest. He prided himself on his ingenuity and being a fast learner.

  Slightly dazed by the experience, she crawled up onto her bed, he followed. Kneeling she began wrapping the tie around her hand again until he comfortable lay down beside her.

  Then, with the innocence of an angel and the wicked smirk of sin she inched up and straddled him perching atop his firmly muscled abdomen. He reached for her with his their joined hand, she allowed it. A slow measured groan rumbled in his throat. She leaned over winding the tie around her hand until their hands clasped together as one.

  Gradually, tenderly, purposefully she licked his parted lips then nibbled the underside of his chin drawing the groan that rumbled in his chest. When she leaned up again she noted the tense pull of his jaw. She decided that she was going to be either the pleasure of him or the death of him.

  Together they pulled his pants and briefs free then she reached their hands over to the nightstand and pulled a small packet free from the drawer. Together, humored by the awkward difficulty, they covered him and protecting themselves. Having succeeded she took his tied hand to her mouth and kissed it affectionately.

  She guided his hand to her waist. He pulled down the side of her thong then the other side. Satisfied that the stockings garter and strapped sandals would stay on, she slowly unwound the tie from her hand then released it from his wrist freeing him to explore at will. And explore he did.

  He sat up. With ease he adjusted her body on his lap. Then, eye to eye, she sat still straddled across his body. With ardent dedication and masterful skill he touched, teased and tantalized her until she called his name in rasping pleas of pleasure. Knowing her body as well as he did, he stroked her pleasure sending moans of rapturous desire tingling over her skin.

  “Now,” she whispered then shifting her weight and reached for him. Feeling him hard and throbbing she guided him to lie back down on the bed. Then she inched higher, placing her moist readiness above his penis’s steeled hardness. Sheathed, she grasped him firmly and impaled herself feeling her body fill completely. She held her breath in a gasp of pure pleasure hearing his sigh of satisfaction and anticipation.

  She leaned down over him. His lips fastened onto her in a blinding toe curling kiss stoked the already burning fire inside of her. She arched her body sending a tremor of delight through them. Then she rocked her hips slowly at first then picking up to the rhythm of his movements. He held her waist firmly as she pumped the life force of desire from his body.

  He took her breast into his mouth as she leaned over. Playfully he cupped her kissing both of them, sucking each one separately. A blinding panic seeped through her building a flaming rocket of explosive pleasure. She rocked harder as her nails bit into his shoulders. Then in wild passionate abandonment their love cadence quickened to a tense frantic pace.

  The wave of ecstasy erupted and a blur of brilliant white lights washed over them as their bodies twisted, tensed, twitched then shuddered, surrendering to the inevitable. Ecstasy washed over them.

  Breathless she collapsed onto him. Moisture glistened on their bodies as a wicked knowing smile dragged lazily across their faces. “So what did you say J.T. stood for?” She barely rasped out.

  J.T. laughed heartily causing her body to bubble and bounce along with his. He pulled her down to his side and gathered her close in a fierce embrace. He kissed her forehead and gently stroked the loosed ringlets of tousled hair from her face. “Later.” He promised.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Juliet looked out the window into the darkness. “Where exactly are we?”

  “McLean Virginia.”

  “What’s in McLean?”

  “Your first performance.”

  She nodded. “So tell me now, what do the initials J.T. stand for?” He didn’t answer. “Is it really that bad?” He remained silent and just smiled in the darkness. “Okay, you’ve forced me to guess,” she thought a moment, smiled and began, “Jethro Thurston Evans, Jonah Thaddeus Evans or maybe, Jeremiah Truman Evans?”

  She caught him off guard. He laughed then chuckled shaking his head while remembering her last few attempts to gain that information. Making love with Juliet was like heaven on earth. She was playful and audacious with a sexy streak of adventure. They didn’t sleep afterwards, but they did lay in each other arms talking until moments turned into hours. “Few people know that dangerous secret.” He warned.

  “Ah, but I’m not just anybody, I’m the woman who captured her heart, the love of your life.”

  J.T.’s heart pounded as he grasped the steering wheel tighter. The truth of her words took him by surprise. It may have been just a casual remark to her, but for him it continued a chain reaction that had been slowly building for ten months.

  She was more correct than she knew. Lying on her bed with her wrapped in his arms was a fantasy he would replay over and over again in his mind. A simple twist of his silk tie had captured his heart.

  “Question,” she began interrupting his thoughts, “who else knows about our little production?”

  “My cousin, Trey.”

  “Trey Evans?”

  He nodded and turned to her gauging her reaction, she had none. “I understand you know him.”

  “Yes, a mutual friend introduced us a while back.”

  “A male friend?”

  She looked over to him and smiled wide. She inched over and placed her hand on his thigh. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous already sweetheart.” Her voice softened to the barest whisper.

  He turned to her again “Of course I’m jealous.”

  “Well, no need to be. Senator Kingsley introduced us.”

  “Oh, a U.S. Senator, is he my competition.”

  “There is no competition,” she stated honestly.

  “That’s good to hear.”

  “Will Trey be here tonight?”

  “I don’t know. I’m not sure who’s on the guest list.”

  “Is that it?” She asked as he drove through a large iron gateway. Several parked cars lined the long narrow road. He steered steady as a van quickly zipped past them headed back to the main road. Juliet watched the van and red the wording on the side. “Oops,” she giggled, “I believe that was the catering truck from dinner.”

  “Oops,” he repeated.

  “So, what excuse shall we use, the car broke down, traffic on ninety-five was unbearable, we got lost, or the ever popular we were driving
by a burning pet store an stopped to safe the puppies.”

  “How about we made love then lay in each other’s arms unable and unwilling to move.”

  Juliet blushed in the darkened car as a quiver of flutters went through her stomach. She quickly looked out the side window into the darkness. Truth was sometimes painful, particularly when it came too close to the heart. Her father was an expert a steeling his heart from others, surely she must have some of her father’s trait. If ever she needed to distance herself it was now. “You chose.”

  J.T. looked to her and grimaced. “What no smart sassy reply, no sarcasm?”

  “No, not this time.”

  The car pulled up in front of the Evans home. Juliet was relieved to end the pending conversation before it began. But she needed to gather her acting ability and stage persona for the next few minutes. The first act was about to begin.

  J.T. came around to her side door. He opened it and extended his hand. She grasped it firmly and he pulled her into his arms taking her breath away, again. He gathered her into his arms, leaned in and kissed her caressing her back lovingly.

  When their lips parted Juliet glanced over his shoulder and saw the curtain in the front window drop. “Perfect timing, I believe we just got our first review, although I couldn’t tell who just saw us.”

  J.T. looked away. The thought of pretending was the furthest thing from his mind. He kissed her because he wanted to, needed to, had to, not because it was expected as a performance. He stood holding her in his arms.

  Juliet looked to the house again. “We’d better go in.”

  He nodded wordlessly, took her hand and guided her down the illuminated brick path up the steps and to the front door. Juliet looked up at the three-story edifice. “This is beautiful,” she said as he grasped the brass handle and held the door open for her to enter.

  The foyer was brightly lit. J.T. took Juliet’s wrap and laid it across the hall chair. He reached over and took her hand and paused a second. “Are you ready for this?”