On the walk home I stopped at the florist on the corner who was packing up her unsold bundles from the sidewalk and bought the entire bucket.
“Jackson, I don’t have a vase big enough to hold all of these.” Her squealed objection did nothing to convince me she did not want me to proceed.
“How much for the bucket?” I asked the owner. She gave it to us saying it was going to go in the recycle bin anyway.
“Just a minute,” the owner asked and ran back into the store with the bucket. She returned with it wrapped in pretty gold paper. “Now it looks like a vase,” she proudly handed it back.
Angelic thanked her and kissed her on both cheeks.
We headed to her place.
I placed the bucket of flowers in the middle of her kitchen table.
“I didn’t really think that one through, did I?” I commented, staring at the enormous bouquet of flowers sitting on Angelic’s table.
“They’re beautiful and it was very nice of you to buy them at the end of the day so LeeAnne would not have to drag them back into the shop.” Her crystal blue eyes danced.
“The night’s still early,” she said as she ran her hands under my shirt and traced the lines of my abs with feathery lightness. “What would you like to do?”
I knew what I wanted to do, however, we had all night for that. I wanted to do something special with her. Something I had not done in a very long time.
“Promise not to laugh?” I asked coyly.
“Jackson, I would never laugh at you… maybe.”
“OK, I’ll tell you anyway,” I chuckled, “I would like to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.”
Her brow raised skeptically.
“And popcorn would be nice,” I added.
“A movie and popcorn and cuddling on the couch. That is such a chick thing to ask for.”
Yup, she was laughing at me.
“It’s something I haven’t done since high school, and I think it’s a perfect first date activity.”
I wrap my arms around her tiny waist. “Or we could,” I wiggle my eyebrows, “you know. But you don’t appear to be a sleep with the guy on a first date kind of gal,” I teased.
“Oh, I think that ship had already sailed.” Her amusement stirred my cock. Maybe we should skip the movie. Everything she did stirred my cock.
“I like that idea,” she interjected before I changed my mind and dragged her to the bedroom. “I never had a movie date. Dating, bringing a boy home, was never something I was able to do.” The sadness in her confession told me I had made the right decision.
We watched a kick ass, blow them up blockbuster. We sat cuddled on the couch, eating popcorn and drinking beer. I could imagine doing this with her every night and never getting bored.
I followed her to the kitchen for cleanup. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I whispered in her ear. “Is this what it’s like to live in your world, Angel?”
“Yeah, pretty boring, huh?” Her body leaned back and melted into mine.
“I like it in your world,” I confessed.
I tilted her head and claimed her mouth. She spun and met my hunger. This was the first of many nights we were going to have to spend together. My intention was to take my time tasting, teasing and probing.
She groaned into my mouth. “I was beginning to think I was going to have to make the first move,” she purred. She unbuttoned her cardigan and slipped it off her shoulders. Next thing to go was my shirt, followed by her dress and my pants.
“So much for taking it slow,” I told her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed with a bounce.
I removed my boxers. Crawling to her, I stopped and hooked my fingers in her panties and discarded them, the bra following. She was still the most beautiful woman I had ever had the pleasure of ravishing.
“Jackson, you’re looking at me like a starving man and I’m an all you can eat buffet,” she said, her crystal blue eyes gleaming with lust.
“Is that an invitation, Angel?” I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed before she had a chance to answer.
“Who am I to deny a starving man his meal,” she giggled.
“Such a good samaritan,” I teased, going in for the kill.
“Oh God, Jackson,” she moaned the moment I nipped at her swollen nub. She must have been on the edge all evening waiting for me to make my move.
I teased her mercilessly, bringing her to the brink, then pulling back.
“Jackson.” Her breathless cries grew louder with each ministration.
There was a fine line between teasing and being downright cruel. I was a master at not crossing that line.
Until tonight.
I pulled away long enough to catch my breath. Angelic scurried up the bed. As I chased her, she pushed me on my back and straddled me.
“Jackson, you fucking cunt-tease. I don’t beg, but I have no problem taking what’s mine.” She reached in the nightstand and pulled out a condom. Ripping the foil package open, she pinched the tip.
Before rolling it onto my cock, she met my lusty glaze. “Do you have a problem with that?”
She waited for my response before continuing. I gave her an approving nod.
It took her seconds to roll the condom on my enlarged cock before she climbed on top and impaled herself.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jackson.” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she rode me hard. I cupped her bouncing breast.
I waited until her rhythm was less erratic, less needy. I had no one to blame but myself for making her this horny. But damn, there was something erotic as fuck about the way she was riding me right now.
She was so fucking wet I could feel her wetness dripping down the crack of my ass. She cursed and praised my name through her panting. I’d felt her come several times. Her walls tightened around me, threatening to push me over with her each time.
Her rhythm slowed, groaning with each stroke. I let her set the pace, taking everything she needed from me physically.
Now, I wanted her to take everything I had to offer emotionally.
I brought her in and sucked on her breast, waiting for her to recover from her bliss. Her hair, still partially tied in a braid, hung in her face. I brushed it aside.
“I wanted you to come with me, Jackson.” Her exaggerated pout only served to entice me further.
I flipped her over. She wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Not yet, Angel, not until I make love you.” I ran my hand through her hair, unraveling what was left of her braid.
“Yes please.” That was all she answered. The carnal need was no longer in her crystal blue eyes. The lust, however, was a beacon screaming for me to take her.
I would take my time and make her feel every inch of me, the way I wanted to feel every inch of being inside her.
Conversation should had been the last thing on my mind. I knew if I kept her in this blissful state, I could get her to agree with what was coming next.
“Angel, I would like to spend more than one night here with you. I would like to stay the week.”
“That sounds wonderful.” She purred breathlessly.
I continue to thrust into her, keeping her preoccupied.
“I would like to take you to The Swan on Friday and have you spend the night in the city with me.”
“Oh God, Jackson, yes.”
“Yes to staying in the city or yes to going to The Swan?”
Chapter 23
Angelic
“Oh God, Jackson, yes!”
“Yes to staying in the city or yes to going to The Swan?”
“Yes to whatever you want as long as you keep doing what it is you’re doing.”
I opened my eyes to find his face contorted in an expression of ecstatic bliss. I knew he found his release at the same time as the room went black from my own epic orgasm.
I finally came down from my orgasmic high.
What the hell did I jus
t agree to?
He turned on his side laced his fingers in mine. I brushed his sweat covered bangs from his forehead.
“You don’t play fair, do you?” At this point I was not sure if I should be angry for how worked up he got me or excited that he was able to get me to lose myself in the erotic sensations.
I glided my fingers behind his ear and scratched his sweet spot. He was not the only one who knew how to take advantage of a weakness.
“Did you not enjoy being naughty, Angel?” His low seductive growl made all my lady part quiver. “I know I did.”
“So… your place in the city, huh.” I worried my bottom lip. “Please tell me you don’t own one of those pretentious top floor penthouses in some ridiculous high rise?”
I never actually told him I wouldn’t get into an elevator. I had led him to believe it.
Truth was, I could, I just didn’t like to. I had learned to suppress my anxiety about being closed in. It helped knowing at any time, I could push a button and the door would open, giving me my escape.
His gruff laugh answered my question.
“Pretentious penthouse, really, Angel. Do I look like the pretentious penthouse kind of guy?”
“Yup.” No sense in sugar coating it. Mr. Jackson Naile was a womanizer. I was sure it was a prerequisite to own a pretentious penthouse.
He pulled me close and caressed my back in small soothing circles. “You’re not too far off.” He kissed my forehead. His lips anywhere on my body affected me deeply. “My mom is going to Europe for a month and I was going to stay at her townhouse to take care of her cats.”
I bust out in a fit of laughter. “You’re staying at your mommy’s to babysit her cats?”
“Hey, I’m a good son.” He tickled my side in jest. “Of course I want to help my mom. Plus, this way, you won’t have to be exposed to my love nest.”
“Eww, your love nest?” I scrunched up my nose.
Taking my head in his hands, he got a serious look on his face. “I don’t want you anywhere near that place until it has been completely cleared of any traces of the man I used to be before you came into my life. I won’t apologize for who I was, but that doesn’t mean I want to flaunt it in your face, either.”
“Is the great womanizer Jackson Naile secretly a sensitive feminist?” I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him. It was a side of Jackson that could make a woman fall in love.
If I haven’t already gone and done that.
He propped himself above me and slid between my legs, gently pressing them apart. His cock was hard and pressing at the entrance of my pussy.
“It’s not a secret, Angel, I love your sensitive femininity.” He thrust inside me while claiming my mouth.
With my defences thoroughly diminished, I gave in to the sensation of him filling me physically and emotionally. I raised my hips off the bed, meeting his thrust. Our tongues duelled as our lip mashed together.
My hand traced the hard lines of his muscular arms and shoulders. With every blissful orgasm, I clutched to his back, my nails digging into his flesh. Each climb superseded the last. I kept my eyes focused on him, forcing them to stay open as they fluttered with each release.
His palm skidded downward. He reached between us and stimulated my clit. I thrashed wildly on the bed. His seductive moans turned into a loud guttural growl screaming my name in unison of me screaming his.
Sweaty, sated and exhausted, we collapse on the bed wrapped in each others embrace.
It didn’t matter which one of us fell asleep first. It only mattered that we woke up together.
Tuesday was a repeat of Monday.
Work, dinner, cuddle on the couch with movie and popcorn and make love several times during the night.
I sent Jackson to work Wednesday morning, kissed him goodbye and proceeded to prepare for my one o’clock meeting at Naile Public Relations.
I dressed in professional photographer mode but still wanted to be comfortable. A heather grey pencil shirt with a yellow cotton blouse, heels and I was ready. After calling an Uber, I hefted my portfolio on to my shoulders and headed out.
The building was in the high rent district of Tranquility. No surprises there. I remember the discontent from the public over having a ostentatious high-rise in the small tourist town. At least it was located in the business district and not in the down town core. Amongst all the local mom and pop’s, it would have stuck out like a sore thumb.
I walked into the lobby and headed to the reception desk and got directions to the first floor conference room. Anita greeted me with a hug.
“Oh, I’m not being too casual or familiar am I?” Her eyes were wide, almost panicky.
“No, of course not,” I assured her. “I would like to think we were friends after last weekend.”
“Thank you,” she blushed. “This is my first job and our first conference. I’m still pretty green at this assistant, slash public relations co-ordinator thing. I can organize with the best of them; it’s all this polite professional boundaries I’m still figuring out.” She shrugged and laughed it off.
I organized my presentation while Anita exited the conference room to show the caterers where to set up lunch, one of the requests made when I set up the meeting. At the time, it was an excuse to spend more time with Jackson.
That was before he showed up on my doorstep Monday morning. That didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate a free lunch.
Jackson arrived, looking positively delectable. Has it only been a few hours since I’d seen him last? He left my apartment in his jeans and t-shirt.
The Jackson standing before me was clean shaven. His tailored suit was draped like he should be posing for a magazine cover. His shirt fit neatly across that taut chest that laid naked beside me just this morning.
He took his suit jacket off and hung it on the back of the chair he chose to sit in. I assumed he would take the one at the end of the table. Instead, he took the seat next to where I set up my presentation.
“I see lunch has arrived. Since we are waiting on my in-house photographer’s team, why don’t we eat.” His professionalism was obvious when he made no attempt to flaunt the nature of our relationship.
It was hard to concentrate on my food when all I wanted to do was rip off the buttons of his shirt. I daydreamed about his naked chest pressed against my back while I hiked my profession pencil skirt to my waist.
Would it be too bold to expect him to bend me over the conference table and claim me from behind?
I was taken out of my erotic state when the door to the conference room slammed open. A young woman was flustered and unorganized with an armload of picture boards and glossy pages.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” she apologized. “Rocko called in sick and I had to throw this stuff together this morning. He must have the mockups at his home studio because this is all I could find in the studio here.”
I felt sorry for her. She obviously was not prepared to take this meeting.
“It’s ok,” I assured her, “we really only need the pictures from last weekend on the island. There’s no point in Mr. Naile using any of mine if they’re duplicates of his.”
“Oh, ok, well, everything's here on this memory card.” She handed me the card. “I’m Lizzy, Rocko’s assistant. I should have introduced myself when I came in.”
“Thank you, Lizzy,” Jackson acknowledged. “If we need anything else, we will let you know.”
Flustered at being dismissed, Lizzy picked up the armload she came in with and left.
I placed the memory card into Jackson’s computer and uploaded the images. I looked for any categorized files to find some sort of order. I was especially anxious to see the ones from the morning of the wedding, the ones I asked him to take to help with my wedding album.
Filtering through the photos, it did not take Jackson long to figure out what I realized from the beginning. These picture were absolute garbage. There was nothing in these that were of any use to me.
Not to menti
on, of any use to Jackson. His entire campaign was going to have to rely on the pictures I’d taken unless he wanted to start from square one. That would entail him sending his photographer back to the island. Unfortunately, there was no way to recapture the ambiance of the wedding.
Yay for me. My photos would be featured in a major Public Relations campaign. It was Jackson my heart broke for. His first professional client, and a major member of his staff had proven to be incompetent.
I reached for his hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze.
“Anita, can you give Angelic and I a moment alone?” His usual soft seductive tone was now cold and unwavering until Anita left the room.
“I got royally screwed, didn’t I?” He placed his hands through his hair and paced roughly.
He stomped over to where I was standing, still dumbfounded by our discovery. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly.
He laughed, “The only decent photo in the entire bunch was the one I took of you.” He sighed heavily.
“This guy came highly recommended. I don’t understand how these pictures look so…amateur.” He sighed. “Fuck, that’s why he didn’t have the nerve to show his face. How did he think he was going to get away with subpar shots?”
I couldn’t let his frustration get to him. “If you hadn’t spent Monday with me in my studio, would you have even noticed how insufficient his work was? He most likely had no idea you would know the difference.”
“In other words, he expected me to be too stupid to know any better.”
I hated that my comment made him feel that way. “Well then, it’s a good thing you know an incredibly talented photographer to pull your ass out of the fire.” I tried to lighten the mood. “It’s quite an amazing ass, by the way. I would hate to see anything happen to that perfectly adorable ass.”
“I can’t fuck this up, Angel. I can’t.” His voice wavered. I knew how important this was for him. I would do anything I could to help him.
I feathered my fingers lightly across his sweet spot. I needed to do something to bring him comfort and restore his confidence. “You know I’ve taken enough shots of the island, they’re yours. Anything you want. It’s yours.”
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