“It’s called respectability.” She flashed him a devious grin. “And this place does have a good dental plan.”
Jackson laughed. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Well?” Lauren tilted her head like a confused puppy. “Should I get dressed or are you going to be a gentleman and reciprocate on the sexual favors?”
“If you’ll be nice enough to untie me.”
She squatted down in front of him still naked except for her cowboy boots and those next to nothing sheer panties. “Nice to know I learned something in Girl Scouts.”
“Your knot tying skills are almost as impressive as your str– dancing.”
“Thank you,” she said as she loosened the tie from his wrists.
Lauren stood with her breasts at just the perfect angle for him to take a nip at her nipple. She must have liked it because she leaned in closer to allow him to pull her nipple into his mouth. He bit down with just enough teeth to make her moan approvingly.
“Aah, a biter,” she said, as he continued to work his mouth over her breast. “I like.”
Jackson smacked her ass before moving his mouth to her other breast. She reached up and cupped her breasts together, making it easy for him to run his tongue back and forth between each jutting nipple as he covered her breasts in kisses.
He considered pulling her into his lap and thought the better of it, deciding instead to stand and back her toward the desk. Only his half-mast pants got in his way. He stopped to pull them up and she grabbed his hand.
“Nope,” she said, yanking down his pants. “I believe it’s your turn to strip for me.”
“Don’t you mean dance?” He laughed. “On second thought, maybe strip is the better word when it comes to me.”
“Show me what you’ve got.”
Lauren leaned back against the desk, watching as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. He went to take off a sock and wound up bouncing to keep his balance.
“A dancer, you’re not.”
“No shit, I warned you about that.”
“Here, let me help.” She came over to him and started opening the buttons on his shirt.
“No, I think I have a better idea.” He bent to pick up his tie and holding up between his hands said, “I was an Eagle Scout, you know.”
Lauren
Lauren squealed as he came after her. She pretended to struggle as he knotted the tie to bind her wrists behind her back and then roughly deposited her on the couch.
“Is that the best you can do?” she teased, already working the tie loose.
“I guess I’ll just have to resort to more devious tactics.”
Jackson nipped at her neck as he pinned her against the expensive leather. Not that she really wanted to put up any resistance. This was the moment she dreamed of since she’d first started crushing on him back at South Meck. Normally she would have closed her eyes as a man nibbled down her neck, but not this time. She wanted to savor the visual of his tongue swirling around her nipple. His teeth pulling it in his mouth. His pretty full lips as he sucked and lapped at her breast.
Ooh yeah… She moaned and gasped with pleasure as he kissed his way down her belly and tugged on the lace trim of her panties with his teeth. Luckily she’d done some shopping at Hustler Hollywood the night before and had worn just the right undies for the occasion.
Jackson pulled down her panties, caressing up and down her thigh with his hands as she helped wiggle her way out of them. He wasn’t the type to dive right in. He took his time kissing her thigh, gradually working his way to her sweet spot. By the time his tongue found her clit her entire body ached with sweet anticipation. She was already so wet that he easily slid first one finger and then another inside of her, fucking her with his hand while his mouth devoured her clit.
He was actually good at this, she thought. Jackson Haywood was eating her pussy and he was damn good at it. So damn good. So very damn good.
Her orgasm hit her with the intensity of a tornado swirling right into the middle of the storm raging outside the window. She wasn’t sure if those lightning bolts were real or all in her head as she rode wave after wave of intense pleasure, screaming louder than any boom of thunder until her whole body felt like it would just melt right into the soft leather couch.
Jackson leaned in and kissed her, sweet and tender, as if he hadn’t just eaten her raw. She lapped up the taste of her own juices on his lips, savoring every second of his mouth on hers. He broke the kiss by running his finger over her lips and across her cheek.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I’ve never been better.”
Jackson
“Well, that was…” Jackson struggled to find the right word as he nervously reached for his pants. “Nice.”
Nice didn’t even begin to cut it, but he’d never been good with moments like this. He couldn’t exactly say he loved her. He sure did like her a lot. Lust, most definitely.
“Nice?” Lauren mimicked. “You just rocked my world and all you can come up with is nice?”
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
Jackson started to step into his briefs and she yanked at his BVDs, causing him to hop around to keep from falling flat on his ass.
She laughed. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Um… getting dressed?”
She shook her head, her blond curls bouncing along with a couple of more noticeable assets. “I don’t think so.”
“I don’t know if I can”— He looked down at her hand, now firmly wrapped around his almost limp dick– “You know?”
“Oh, I bet you can.” Her grip tightened as she stroked his cock back to life. “See, I told you so.”
“Yeah, I guess you did, but…” He really wanted to fuck her, but he didn’t have any condoms and no matter how hot she was, he wasn’t about to take any chances. It would be just his luck for one of his sperm to be the one in a million lucky swimmer. Not to even mention… “I don’t have any condoms in my office, so maybe–”
“You are so totally a Virgo, aren’t you?” Lauren laughed, her fingers still holding onto his cock. “Considering where you mouth just was, if I was going to contaminate you I think it would have already happened.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.” He silently hoped she really wasn’t the type of girl who went around having unprotected sex. “It’s just better to be safe than sorry.”
“Virgo.”
“Guilty,” he admitted.
“Never fear.” She dropped his cock like a hot potato and went over to her bag to pull a box out of a smaller purse. “I have condoms. A whole unopened box of condoms. I’m always prepared. You know, that whole Girl Scout thing.”
“You are too much,” he said, biting his lip to try to hide his overeager grin. “Too fucking much.”
“I don’t think you can make that an accurate assessment until we’ve actually fucked.”
He reached for the box of condoms. “Do you know how to use these things?”
“Yes, I believe I do.” She grinned as she tore open the box and pulled out a condom. “Are you really going to make me do all the work?”
He yanked the condom from her hand and rolled it over his cock before jerking her around and bending her over his desk. She willingly spread her legs and the sight of her pussy lips was more than he could resist. He nudged his cock against her pussy, easing his way in, teasing her before letting loose with the first hard thrust.
He wasn’t exactly a virgin by any stretch of the imagination, but he’d never felt anything quite as amazing as the way her pussy gripped his dick as she met him thrust for thrust. No need for talking now that he had her exactly where he wanted her.
Jackson reached a hand around her and started rubbing her clit. She responded exactly as he’d expected, her pussy throbbing so hard, he knew he had to be hitting all the right spots. He bit into the back of her neck and she howled. Her entire body writhed beneath him to where he couldn’t hold back anymore. He came right
along with her, growling in pleasure as he pinned her against the desk.
Lauren
“Well, that was… nice.” Lauren laughed. “Actually more like a-fucking-mazing.”
“I concur,” Jackson said.
The lights came back on and Lauren blinked as her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. She glanced nervously around the room, feeling vulnerable as she grabbed up her shirt and fastened it without bothering to worry about her bra. The sex might have been amazing, but the power coming on seemed to have ruined the whole ‘fantasy fulfilled’ thing.
She quickly wiggled back into her skirt and wiping her hand on the denim said, “So nice to reconnect.”
Jackson took her hand, a puzzled look on his face. “That’s it?”
“Yeah, I’d better get going.” She picked up her bag and started for the door.
“Wait,” he said, reaching for her arm. “Are we still on for yoga on Saturday?”
Yoga? Fucking Yoga! He’d just fucked her brains out and all he could mention was yoga.
“I guess so,” she said, not able to meet his gaze.
He tilted up her chin, forcing her to look at him before giving her a quick kiss.
Lauren felt her face flush and her heart pounded as she turned away from him and raced out of his office into the elevator. What an idiot. No, make that a slut. What a slut she’d been to brazenly strip for him and…
Her phone beeped and she clicked it on to find a new Facebook message from Jackson: Thanks for fixing my computer and well you know… ;-)
He’d put a fucking winky face. Lauren couldn’t help but laugh before she scrolled down to continue reading.
How about dinner tomorrow night, followed by dessert at my place?
Now that sounded more like an official date.
She typed back, only if you let me cook you breakfast before we go to that yoga class, and quickly hit send before giving herself a chance to change her mind.
Lauren hadn’t made it to her car before her phone beeped again with another message from Jackson. Sounds like a plan, XOXOXO Jack
Abso-fucking-lutely!
The End
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