Out in the Open

by Glazer, J B

  I knock on Jake’s door, and he opens it, shirtless. He’s on his cell phone, and I can see he’s in the process of getting ready. He’s wearing black pants with a black belt, and his button-down shirt is laid out on the bed. He mouths, “Sorry” to me and mimes someone talking. I nod, thankful for the distraction. Wow, does he have a nice body. His chest is perfectly sculpted, with just a sprinkling of golden chest hair. He has very defined pecs and a distinctive six-pack. His boxer briefs are peeking out of his waistband. He has wide shoulders, and his arms are very muscular and toned. He’s trim and fit but not overly built. He’s perfect. I’m not sure he notices me staring because he’s distracted by his conversation. He walks over to the bed and picks up his shirt to put it on. “Don’t,” I hear myself say. He looks at me, and I move so I’m standing in front of him. Tentatively I place my hands on his stomach, just above his waistband. His eyes bore into mine, and we stand there for a moment, staring at each other.

  “Nick, I’m going to have to call you back.” He puts the phone down on the bed. “That’s not fair,” he says.

  Shit, this isn’t the reaction I expected. “What?” My voice is barely a whisper.

  “I’m standing here half naked, and you’re fully dressed.”

  “Oh,” I say, and let out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I turn around and lift my hair. Slowly Jake undoes my zipper. My dress falls to the floor at my feet. I step out of it and turn around. Still in my stilettos, I stand facing him in a lacy, skin-colored, strapless, push-up bra and matching thong. I’m glad I thought to wear my nice La Perla set, another splurge for my honeymoon.

  He stares at me for a full minute then says, “Lexi, you are so incredibly beautiful.” Grabbing my face, he pulls me toward him and kisses me earnestly. God, he’s such a good kisser. I knew he would be. His tongue seeks out mine, and I respond, pouring all my pent-up desire and longing from the past few months into the kiss. It’s a deep, passionate embrace. Things heat up quickly. He moves his mouth down, kissing my neck then shoulder while his hands move to explore my body. He gently strokes my arms and back then expertly unfastens my bra. He caresses my breasts with his hands then his mouth, his tongue circling my nipples. I let out a small groan. My hands are in his hair, and then I nibble his ear and neck, softly breathing warm air on his skin. I work my way down, lightly touching his pecs. I kiss his chest and slowly glide my tongue down the length of his body until I reach my target.

  “Lexi,” he moans. I keep going. I undo his belt buckle and zipper then slide his pants down. I feel his erection press into me. I gently massage him, and his breathing quickens. I yank off his boxers and take him in my hand, stroking him slowly at first, but then I increase the pace and intensity. As I’m doing so, he slides his hand over my panties, lightly teasing me, arousing me. Then he slips his hand inside and continues his exploration, leaving me quivering from his touch. He slides my panties down, and his fingers expertly move in and out, stroking me at just the right rhythm. I let out a moan. “You feel so good,” he whispers. He continues for another few minutes then uses his tongue to stimulate me, leaving me wet with want. His lips find mine again and he pushes me back so I’m lying on the bed. I feel him boring into my thigh, and my hips press against him in response.

  He looks at me and says, “Are you sure you want this?”

  I nod. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I should be asking you that question.”

  “Believe me, Lexi. I want you.”

  He goes to get a condom from his wallet on the nightstand. I watch in anticipation as he puts it on then he eases himself inside me. He starts with slow, deep thrusts, and I savor each one, but he quickly increases the pace. I match him, thrust for thrust, with everything I’ve got. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, and I want him to want me as much as I want him. As he moves on top of me, he stimulates me with his hand, and I feel myself building. “Come on, Lexi. Let yourself go,” he whispers seductively in my ear.

  He flips me over and tells me to lie flat on the bed. He’s inside me again, and it’s much deeper, more intense. Sex with Ben was good, but this is different. This is hot, raw. He’s lying directly on top of me, his face inches from mine. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, his familiar earthy scent filling my lungs. I feel the beads of moisture on his skin, mixing with mine, his warm breath in my ear. He intensifies his thrusts, which puts me over the edge. I climax, and he finds his release moments later. We’re both breathing hard, and he rolls me over so I’m facing him. He kisses me again, tenderly at first, but soon our kisses take on an urgency. Desire builds within me once more, but he pulls away. “We’ll never make it to dinner,” he says with a laugh. Then he looks at me and cradles my face in his hands. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

  “I’m glad you think so. To be honest I wasn’t sure how you felt about me.”

  “If that was any indication, now you know.”

  I smile. “But if I hadn’t initiated things tonight, would you have made a move on me?”

  “Yes,” he says without hesitation. “I was just planning to wait until after dinner.”

  “Oh,” I say, somewhat embarrassed.

  “But I’m very glad you did,” he says.

  “I didn’t think you ever would,” I tell him. “You’re extremely hard to read. Sometimes I thought you were interested in me, but you’re so hot and cold. Then last night I thought maybe my luck had changed. You just caught me by surprise, and I didn’t want to be off my game for the pitch. I was worried you’d changed your mind.”

  “I definitely didn’t change my mind. And believe me, I was interested…am interested. I’ve wanted you since the day you walked into my office.”

  I’m completely shocked. “Really?”

  “Yes. I could tell there was something different about you. You’re smart, strong-willed, and easy to talk to, and you have this aura about you. I was drawn to you. But I made a pact with myself a long time ago that I never would date anyone at work again. I’m sure you heard the rumors.”

  “I’ve heard a little bit.”

  “Well, there was this girl Jessica who worked on the Smart Beverages account. She got pulled in to help with a pitch I was working on. We started to have what I saw as a harmless fling. But she was very needy, and I wasn’t that into her. I tried to be honest and break things off. I wanted to be a standup guy instead of leading her on, but she freaked out and told me she was going to hit me where it hurts. I didn’t know what she meant, but a few days later, she accused me of sexually harassing her. I was devastated. I’d worked so hard to get where I was at the agency. When my uncle hired me, I told him I didn’t want any special privileges or treatment. I wanted to work hard and move up on my own accord, not because I was the founder’s nephew. I didn’t want people to treat me differently or not take me seriously. I felt like I was just beginning to establish myself. Even though people at work knew it wasn’t true, there’s always that doubt. If someone accuses you of something, people think there must be an ounce of truth to it. I vigorously defended myself, and she didn’t have any claims or witnesses to back her story.”

  “What about your uncle? How did he react?”

  “He was very supportive,” Jake says. “But he talked to me about the importance of separating my professional and personal lives. That’s why it took me so long to come around. I felt so conflicted. I know you’re nothing like Jessica, but I’ve spent a long time trying to undo that damage. I sensed you were into me, but then you pulled away. That really killed me. I knew I was sending you mixed signals, and I felt I needed to make a decision to be fair to both of us. Then I came to the benefit, and it hit me how beautiful you are, inside and out. Once I held you, I knew there was no turning back.” He takes a deep breath. “This is a big step for me. I want to be with you, but I’m not ready for people to know yet. Do you mind if we keep this between you and me for now?”

  “Of course. I understand. But what about Simon? I think he may susp
ect something.”

  “OK, just Simon. You two are really close, huh?”

  “Yes, and he’d know if I lied to him. Believe me, he’ll ask me about this weekend.”

  “What will you tell him?”

  “That it was very memorable.”

  “Well, I plan to make a lot more good memories,” he says with a wicked smile. Then he asks, “What about you? When did you know?”

  “That day at the zoo. If I wasn’t getting out of a long-term relationship, it probably would have been sooner, but I felt something, seeing how great you were with Hailey.”

  “Looks like we have a lot of lost time to make up for.” Jake pulls me up from the bed. “Come on. Let’s have dinner, and then we’ll get started.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me.”

  I go to the bathroom and freshen up. I’m standing in front of the mirror, trying to fix my hair with my fingers, when Jake comes up behind me and puts his arms around me. “You look perfect. Let’s go.”

  On the way down, he tells me he made us a reservation at a cool sushi restaurant he found this afternoon. “I checked—they have chicken,” he says. I smile, happy that he remembered. The restaurant is within walking distance, and he takes my hand. “We don’t know anyone here,” he says, kissing my fingers.

  Dinner is lovely. Jake is really playful and carefree. I’ve never seen him like this before. After we order he says, “I want to know everything about you.”

  “What do you want to know?”

  He fires questions at me. “Favorite color?”

  “Purple.”

  “Favorite flower?”

  “Hydrangeas.”

  “Favorite movie?”

  “August Rush. You?”

  “Pulp Fiction. Ideal vacation?”

  “Relaxing on a tropical beach—white sand, clear turquoise water.”

  “Favorite memory?”

  “I’d say our recent activity just about tops my list.”

  “Doesn’t count. Something from your childhood.”

  “Hmm, I guess it would be my Sunday girls’ day. When I was growing up, my dad golfed on Sunday mornings, so my mom, Aunt Lynne, Jules, Tara, and I would spend the morning together. We’d dress up, and my mom would do our hair and makeup. My aunt would cook what she called a fancy meal, and we’d have a ladies’ lunch. I always looked forward to it. What’s your favorite childhood memory?”

  “When my dad taught me how to fish. It was a rare weekend away with just the two of us.”

  “I can’t picture you as a little boy. What were you like growing up?”

  “I was a good kid,” he says. “Of course once I got to high school I got into trouble from time to time.”

  “What kind of trouble?”

  “Nothing too serious. Skipping school, fighting, that sort of thing.”

  “I don’t picture you as being the violent type.”

  “I wasn’t. It’s just that this guy hit on my girlfriend.”

  “Oh, how noble of you. Did you have a long-term girlfriend in high school?

  “I dated someone my junior year for about nine months but aside from that nothing too serious. Don’t get off track. I’m trying to learn about you. Favorite concert?”

  “Dave Matthews Band. He played at this tiny venue when I was in college, and it was really intimate. What about you?”

  “U2, their Elevation tour. Favorite person at work?”

  “You, obviously,” I say with a laugh.

  “Aside from me.”

  “Simon. You?”

  “After you, my uncle.”

  “Speaking of,” I say, “are you going to tell him about us?”

  “Honestly I haven’t thought that far ahead. But yes, when the time is right, I’ll tell him.”

  I nod, absorbing this news. I’m not sure how I feel about Bill knowing I’m sleeping with his nephew, but it’s not up to me. Our food comes, and I devour my chicken.

  “Hungry?” Jake asks me.

  “I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

  “Good, and I suggest you finish that. You’ll need your energy for later.”

  A delicious chill works its way up my spine at the thought. Once the waiter clears our plates, he asks if we’d like to order dessert. “Yes,” Jake says, looking at me with desire. We’ll take whatever you have that’s chocolate. To go,” he says, not taking his eyes off me. I feel myself blush and give him a big smile in return.

  “Right away, sir,” the waiter says. He returns with the check and a bag with our dessert. Jake pays the bill and takes my hand. As we walk back to the hotel, I have trouble keeping up with Jake.

  “In a hurry?” I tease him.

  “Yes. I’m hungry for my dessert,” he says, as he corners me against the wall of a building.

  “You can have it now,” I say, as I pull him in for a kiss.

  A heated make-out session ensues, and I get so lost in the moment that I forget we’re out in public. “You’re going to get us arrested,” he jokes. “Let’s go so I can take advantage of you properly.”

  “I hope there’s nothing proper about it.”

  He gives me a big satisfied smile.

  When we get back to his hotel room, he opens the bag. “Chocolate cake,” he says.

  “One of my favorites.”

  “We probably should take off your dress so it doesn’t get messy.” He helps me out of my dress, bra, and panties, and I slowly undo each button on his shirt. He takes off his pants and instructs me to lie down on the bed; I do as he says. He breaks off a piece of cake and feeds it to me.

  “Delicious,” I say, licking his fingers. “Aren’t you going to have some?”

  “Yes, of this.” He takes out a container of chocolate syrup and dips his finger in it. He rubs it seductively on my lips and kisses me.

  “Mmm,” I say. “It’s delicious.”

  Then he pours the syrup over my breasts and in a trail down my stomach. “I want to explore every inch of you,” he says. He takes his time licking it off and works his way toward my belly button. I writhe in anticipation. I’ve never had someone eat food off my body before. It’s very erotic. His tongue finds my sweet spot, and I groan. He slowly tortures me, his tongue working its magic.

  I’m lost in the sensation, and just when I’m close to the edge, he enters me. This time, it’s slow and sensual. My body responds to his, and I match his rhythm. I feel myself building again; my body is already so sensitized from his touch. I finally give in, saying his name as I climax. I’m not always one to have an orgasm from sex—I envy those girls—but with Jake I have a good track record so far. I find him so damn attractive, and my body just seems to work with his. He comes loudly and lies on top of me, catching his breath. I’m exhausted.

  After a few minutes, he says, “Let’s go get a drink.”

  “Really? Aren’t you tired?”

  “Nope. I’m just getting warmed up.” I stare at him and raise my eyebrows. “Lexi, now that I’ve had you, I can’t get enough.”

  I kiss him in response. “OK, one drink.”

  We get dressed and head back downstairs. On our way to the bar, we pass the ballrooms. There’s a party going on in one of them, and Rihanna’s “We Found Love” is playing.

  “I love this song,” I tell Jake.

  He takes my hand. “Come on. Let’s check it out.”

  It appears to be a corporate event because there’s a table outside with a bunch of nametags on it. Jake picks one up and hands it to me. “Here, you can be Aubrey Stuart. I’ll be David Kim.” I smirk at him. “Free drinks and music—what’s not to like?” he asks. We walk into the room. The dance floor is packed, so we decide to get a drink first.

  “What would you like?” Jake asks me.

  “I’ll have a vodka cranberry.”

  He orders a gin and tonic for himself and hands me my drink. We find a highboy and rest our drinks on it. I survey the crowd—it looks to be a lot of middle-aged men and women. I wonder what kind of company
this is. We’re chatting when a pretty blonde comes over and asks Jake to dance.

  “I would, but I don’t think my girlfriend would like it very much,” he tells her.

  After she walks away, I say, “Sure, blame me. So I’m your girlfriend, huh?”

  He smiles at me. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

  I beam at him in return. Maybe it’s a combination of the alcohol and adrenaline, but I suddenly have a burst of energy. “Let’s dance,” I say, taking him by the hand. We find a spot among the crowd and dance for the next half hour. They’re playing great music, and I’m in my element. I dance seductively for Jake, pressing my body into his. The song “Good Life” by OneRepublic comes on.

  “I love this song,” I say, “but it’s weird to dance to. Is it fast or slow?”

  “Slow. Definitely slow,” Jake says, pulling me close. His hands caress my naked back, sending shockwaves through me. He kisses me under the dim lights of the dance floor—a slow, sensual kiss filled with lots of promise. “Do you know how much I want you?” he whispers in my ear.

  I laugh and reply, “I can kind of feel it.”

  “Let’s go,” he says.

  On our way to the elevators, we pass a unisex bathroom. Jake pulls me in and locks the door behind him.

  “In here? Really?”

  “You don’t know what you do to me,” he says in a low voice.

  He grabs me in a passionate embrace. His kisses are urgent, and his hands explore my body until he finds what he’s looking for. He yanks my panties down, and I can feel his smile when he discovers I’m ready for him. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He instructs me to wrap my legs around him. My back is against the wall, and I’m holding on to the handicap bar with one hand for support; the other is around his neck. If you had told me I’d be having sex in a public restroom, I’d have been horrified, but it’s actually hot. Jake’s thrusts are quick, and I tilt my pelvis up to meet him. He moves harder and faster, and I hold on tightly. I feel the strain of his muscles as he works to hold me up. He thrusts into me hard and comes, then gently sets me on the floor.

  We take a few minutes to catch our breath. I’m about to pull my underwear on, but he drops to his knees. “I want to pleasure you,” he says. I don’t know that I can relax in a public place, so I shake my head. “Come on,” he says seductively and slowly tortures me with his tongue. I lean my head back and give in. My body, already stimulated, responds to his touch, and I come quickly. He gives me a satisfied smile and kisses me. I taste myself on him and pull away. He looks at me with a devilish grin and slowly licks his lips, then kisses me again, deeper this time. Finally he pulls away then leans his forehead against mine. I’m exhausted; I can’t believe that just this morning we were giving the pitch, and then all this.