Father & Son: Book two of the Jensen Family Series

by Michelle Day

  Pointing to the sign above the door which expressly prohibited groping of the staff, Paul shook his head. “I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave if you keep manhandling the staff.”

  Coming unsteadily to her feet, the bride got right up in Paul’s face or rather chest as that’s about as tall as she stood. “You can’t do that, we paid for this room. I want to see the manager”

  Knowing better than to put his hands on an angry drunk woman, Paul regained his personal space by taking a step back. He turned to the now recovered member of staff behind him and asked him to go and get another round of drinks and perhaps some snacks for the Hen party before smiling at the bride and confirming, “I am the manager Miss. Paul Jensen at your service.”

  The stunned silence that ensued was one he was becoming used to when he said his name and then the gushing started. Holding up his hands for silence and then assisting the bride back to her seat, he continued. “I will be taking care of your needs for the rest of the evening, all I ask is you adhere to the rules and regulations you agreed to when you signed the contract for the hire of this room.”

  The six women in the room nodded in unison. He couldn’t help but smile as he served their drinks and the variety of snacks that had arrived. He placed his pager on the table in front of them, it would ping his walkie talkie if he was needed in the room, told them drinks for the remainder of the evening were on the house and quickly left.

  He stopped briefly by the bar to get himself a drink and check up on his recently pinned by the bridal party employee before returning to his office.

  The large brown envelope in the centre of his desk practically screamed and performed back flips as he approached and saw the writing on the front, just his name but he knew that writing even though he’d seldom seen it.

  Reaching for the envelope even before he sat, he took a sip of his drink and turned it over. Peeling it open and peering inside, his curiosity piqued further by the papers inside. Leaning over his desk, he laid the papers out in front of him but noticed there was still something taped to the inside of the envelope. He began reading as he peeled away the tape.

  The “Decree Nisi” was blatantly obvious but it was the gold wedding band and the diamond engagement ring that made him smile. Sitting back in his chair, examining the woefully inadequate diamond for such a beautiful woman. He remembered well the night she had received this ring, it was the same night he had given her the diamond tennis bracelet she had pined over for years. The bracelet that showed her intended up as a cheapskate.

  His own divorce was going through unprotested. He was giving Eve the house and a very generous amount of maintenance for both her and Marissa as well as continuing to pay for the nanny. They would share joint custody of their daughter and in six weeks’ time, he would be a free man.

  Six weeks. It seemed like a lifetime but given the fact that he’d just done four extremely long years in a marriage he hadn’t wanted to be in, six weeks was nothing. Time for him to clean up his act. No way was he going to pass up this opportunity. Suzanne wanted him. He wanted her. It was clear she had decided he was now at a point in his life where together they would work. He needed to step up to the mark and prove he was the man she had always thought he could be.

  Suzanne had chosen just about the most unsubtle way of telling him her divorce was going through apart from throwing herself naked across his desk which he would have liked quite a bit right at this precise moment in time.

  Was she here? Had his staff allowed her back to his office? He breathed in although he already knew the answer. If she’d been in here, her scent would have hit him as soon as he opened the door. Now the question should be, was she still here?

  He decided against calling her and pulled out some paper to write a note. Confirming he had enjoyed the contents of the envelope and that his own divorce was currently going through. He would be in touch.

  This particular night was no different from the rest, apart from the fact that Suzanne was indeed there. It took him only a moment to feel her presence when he returned to the bar. They didn’t speak as the club had been busy but Paul had found it difficult to keep his eyes off her throughout the night, especially as every time he looked over she would be chatting to some random man. The voice in his head praying for the night to end just so he could be near her.

  His staff began to jibe at him about his prolonged presence at the bar when he would usually be hidden away in his office. One of them made the comment that as he was hovering, he may as well make himself useful and take over so someone could take a break.

  It had been a long time since he’d worked the bar. He’d forgotten how much he enjoyed it and it kept him close to Suzanne. He didn’t have time to ponder his possessive tendencies when it came to her. No other woman provoked that in him. His brain switched directly to kill, maim, destroy mode when it came to caring for her. There was nothing he could do to prevent it so he just went with it.

  Although she spent her evening talking to a variety of men, she didn’t engage any of them for long and was only being polite. She was very aware of Paul’s presence behind the bar, she was even involved in the good natured ribbing his staff gave him about making himself useful.

  God he looked good behind a bar. He dealt with the five deep crowd with easy efficiency while managing to look absolutely drop dead gorgeous at the same time.

  It was clear to her trained eye that his clothes had been altered to fit his form and fit him they certainly did. She stayed put as the club closed and Paul and his staff ushered the patrons in to waiting taxis and then the staff began to leave.

  Paul was always the last person in the club. He was meticulous about making sure all the exits were secure and that all his staff had a safe way to get home. The cleaners would come and do their part early in the morning, the only thing they weren’t allowed anywhere near was the bar. Having played a large part in designing and building the large wooden structure that made up the bar, Paul took the staining and varnishing of it upon himself and that had now extended to cleaning it. It was always his last job before he trudged up the stairs to his apartment, happy in the knowledge that the bar was gleaming.

  He was polishing the bar when she finally slipped onto a stool in front of him. Working the polish into the grain lovingly and buffing it to a warm glow. He worked around her, leaning into her when given the chance. Finding it increasingly more difficult to finish the task at hand as her scent enveloped him.

  Tossing the cloths over to the far side of the bar, he at last turned his attention to her, standing close and wrapping her in his arms as he lifted her onto his freshly polished bar making sure she rested one foot on the seat of the stool recently vacated by her bottom. Hooking her other leg around his waist, he stepped into her, closing his eyes as her hands cupped his face.

  He stood, hands on her hips, face upturned, waiting for her kiss. He stopped breathing when her lips brushed his before her hands tightened and she pulled him closer. The sharp nip of her teeth to his bottom lip had him opening his mouth as her tongue probed. They groaned in unison at the taste of the other. His fingers dug into her flesh as he stepped even closer, dominating the kiss, sliding his hands beneath her dress.

  She lifted her hips slightly as he dispensed with her lacy knickers, flung them over his shoulder and pushed her dress up. Removing one of her insanely high, fuck me shoes, wouldn’t want to scratch the woodwork, he placed her stockinged foot on the bar top and pushed her dress further up her lush thighs.

  He took a seat on her stool as he situated her other leg over his shoulder and pulled her behind to the edge of the bar. Her hands went immediately to his hair as he kissed his way up her inner thigh. She took a firmer grip as he kissed and nipped everywhere but where she really wanted him too.

  Taking the situation quite literally into her own hands, she firmed her grip on his hair and pulled his mouth to the exact spot where it would do the most good. Her hips shot up off the bar as his tongue stroked her c
lit. Oh God, how was it possible that he’d gotten better at this? Had it really been that long that she’d forgotten what he felt like? No, not being able to forget him was what ultimately had led to the demise of her marriage.

  When he sunk two fingers within her as his tongue worked her clit with consummate skill, Suzanne came apart, shuddering, gasping, calling out his name as he eased her down from her temporary high. She welcomed the taste of herself in his mouth when he kissed her and pulled down the neckline of her dress, stretching it beyond recognition in his quest to reach her breasts. She heard the material rip as his large hands delved into the cups of her bra, shoving the material aside, bowing his head to torture her nipples.

  Her fingers snagged the material of his t-shirt and tugged it up his back. He broke contact with her flesh long enough to tear it from his body. It joined her knickers and just the one shoe somewhere on the floor of the club. His mouth was back on hers as they clawed at each other. She heard the metallic clink of his belt being unfastened and her mouth filled with saliva at the thought of tasting him again after so long. Paul it seemed, had other ideas.

  Stepping up onto the chrome foot rest at the base of the bar, he leant over her, making her lay back and lifted her hands over her head, wrapping them around one of the gleaming beer pumps. Holding them fast with one of his large hands, he continued his assault on her breasts before reaching down and freeing his erection, fisting it a few times before positioning himself against her more than ready entrance.

  Paul was in grave danger of blowing his load in his pants if he didn’t get inside her soon and even then, longevity was not guaranteed. It had been so long, too long. His body needed hers like a fish needs water.

  He looked deep into her eyes as he guided himself into her. Her hands never left his body, feather light touches that set his skin alight. They had always enjoyed each other’s bodies but this was different, more intense, she was all his now, no one else would ever touch her this way. Her remaining heel dug into his arse as he pushed deeper, quickening his pace.

  Brushing his lips to hers as she lifted her hips to meet his with each thrust, he kissed his way to her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She tightened around him as he began to suck on her collar bone. His hand gripped hers tighter around the beer pump, he buried his face in her neck and let his orgasm rip through him.

  Suzanne smiled as he groaned his release against her neck. Her hands went to his hair when he released his grip, stroking the silky blackness while her heart thumped in her chest. She’d come here with the intention of claiming her man but she had the feeling he had just claimed her.

  Their breathing slowing, he eased up onto his hands and smiled down at her. “Mine.” He whispered.

  Nodding, smiling, trying to hide the uncharacteristic tears that burned her eyes, Suzanne replied “Mine.”

  “Always.” He confirmed. He stepped down from the foot rail and helped her sit up. “This is it Suzie. You and me. No one else. Forever.”

  “Finally.” She smiled. “Took your bloody time Jensen.”

  Laughing, he helped her down from the bar and found her shoe. “Perfection takes time, you know that.”

  Rolling her eyes and retrieving her knickers, Suzanne looked at the semi naked man in front of her. The love of her life, the man she had just committed to, hoping she had made the right decision. She stroked her hands down her body watching his gaze ignite. “It certainly does and you, little boy, will never do better than me.” She took his hand as he pulled her towards the door that led to his apartment. “We messed up your nice clean bar.” She laughed.

  “I noticed, you’ll make it up to me I’m sure.” He flicked the lights on and guided her into his living space. He watched as she took in the cavernous ceilings and picture windows both front and rear. When she turned back to him, he held out a key. “Just so you don’t have to hang out in the club if you don’t want to. I’m not asking you to move in or anything just yet.”

  Taking the key, she slipped it into her bag. “This is completely different to how I imagined it. What a beautiful space.” She turned to face him. “Must have impressed your floozies.”

  Shaking his head, Paul moved closer to her, taking her in his arms as he confessed. “I haven’t brought any women up here. This is my space. Only people special to me are allowed in here. The floozies as you call them were restricted to my office. Mainly the couch which I will be replacing.” He added the last part hastily.

  “So I’m the first?”

  “Yes and the last.” He confirmed. “Come to bed baby.”

  Suzanne woke a few hours later to Madonna singing about how virginal she was. She snuggled closer against Paul’s warm body behind her, sighing when his arms tightened and he kissed her neck while his hand stroked down her side. She turned to face him when he pushed away from her.

  “Go back to sleep, I won’t be long.”

  “Where are you going?” She murmured sleepily.

  He was already out of bed, pulling on jeans and a t-shirt. “I have to get the delivery in, no rest for the wicked Suzie.” He grinned and then was gone.

  She turned and breathed in his scent from his pillow, wrapping her arms around it and holding it to her body as she drifted back to sleep.

  Delivery received and deciding he now smelled a little ripe, Paul paused at the doorway of his en suite to marvel at how just the presence of the beautiful woman in his bed had brought him peace, instantly, completely.

  His body warm from the shower, he slid beneath the covers and snuggled in close to her. Suzanne rested her head on his shoulder, her hand lazily stroking his torso as he settled in beneath her.

  “You keep doing that, you’ll be waking up parts of me that should be sleeping.” He murmured into her hair then sucked in a breath as her hand dipped lower.

  Feeling him grow in her hand had her smiling against his chest. Lifting herself from him, she swept her long hair over her shoulder before lowering her head and kissing her way down the dip in the centre of his stomach where his clearly defined abdominal muscles met.

  He growled as she took him in her mouth, one hand caressing his tightening sac as she hummed her appreciation of his taste. She felt empowered when his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed. The fact that she could get him so worked up so easily, a man of his reputation and sexual prowess was a thrill she hoped she’d never tire of.

  When he began to move his hips in an effort to obtain release, she withdrew her mouth and tutted at him, making him chuckle. Throwing a leg over his hips, she settled his erection against his belly and herself firmly against it as she slid to and fro on his length. He was spewing copious amounts of pre cum and his face was tight with concentration as he watched the head of his cock slide out from between her folds.

  Wanting him now with a desperate need, she took pity on him and holding him erect, she eased herself slowly onto him until he was fully seated. Her hands on his chest, she began to undulate against the steely feel of him inside, gasping as he hit her sensitive spot with each of her movements. Her first orgasm took her by surprise and after a brief pause, she began to search for the second, pushing herself harder onto him with each movement.

  He loved this, watching her take her pleasure from him, using him for her own means. Her cheeks flushed, breasts swaying with each movement and her tight, wet pussy gripping him. He quickly shoved a hand between them to squeeze his cock again as she found her pace and achieved her goal, her juices pooling in his groin as she worked immediately towards number three.

  Leaning back now, her hands on his shins, back arched, marvellous breasts pointing to the ceiling as she rode him, she gasped out “Help me.” And sighed with relief as his thumb pressed against her clit and began a rhythmic circling. A scream tore from her as she came, instantly stilling.

  Straightening and smiling down at him, she walked her hands up his chest before pressing herself against him and kissing him. His strong arms wrapped around her, pinning
her own to her side and she felt him raise his knees behind her, planting his feet firmly against the mattress seconds before setting a frantic pace and pushing himself to finally achieve the orgasm he’d been holding off.

  His deep groan of satisfaction had her pussy clenching around him. She did that to him, her man, her alpha male. She had no idea now why she had waited so long to be with him, such a waste of time when she really considered it. She slide from his body to cuddle against him, drifting slowly back to sleep.

  Chapter Thirty Four

  “What was that?” She sat up, straining to listen, thinking she had imagined the sound.

  Dragging his hands over his face and glancing at his watch, Paul reached for her and pulled her back to his side. “It’ll be Mum. She insists on doing my cleaning.”

  Pushing herself away from him, she glared down at him “Your Mother is here?” She asked but continued before he could answer. “Oh God, do you think she heard us?”

  Stretching languorously and laughing, he simply replied “Oh yeah, she heard.”

  Suzanne slapped a hand down hard onto his chest, smirking when it cut off his laughter, “You are such an arse. How embarrassing.” She scooted off the bed and flitted across to the bathroom. “You need to go and do damage control.” She hissed before closing the bathroom door.

  “Come on Suzie, its fine.” He leant against the door, speaking against the wood. When he received no reply he sighed and reached for his clothes. “Shit.”

  “I came to see if you were awake and wanted breakfast.” Monica stated before Paul had a chance to talk. “I saw far more of you than I ever intended too. You should have closed your door.”

  Kissing his mother on the cheek, he parked his behind on one of the kitchen stools, scratched his head and regarded her, wondering just how much she had seen. “I forgot it was your morning to be here and I prefer the door open, it gets too hot otherwise.”

  Tutting, Monica turned away, murmuring “Things were certainly steamy.” Before she placed a mug of tea in front of him. “She’s married.”