by Raina Wilde
"Yes," Leah whispered.
"Are you disappointed I'm not that guy?" he asked. She remembered how he had looked at the bar, scuffed leather jacket, ripped jeans and sunglasses. It was miles away from the man standing in front of her now. His smooth British accent was honey to her ears, and his breath tickled her skin as he spoke.
"You're definitely not a disappointment," she replied. He stepped back, slinging his grey suit jacket over a chair. His white shirt was still crisp and clean, but his bow tie was undone and hanging. He was pulling it off slowly, studying Leah.
"I thought you might like the rough all-American rather than the dapper Englishman," he said with a grin.
"The rough guy had his appeal..." she began, but lost her words as Jack started to unbutton his shirt. She was quivering with anticipation. This was so much different than he was the other night; she was a little intimidated by him now, and he knew it.
"I bet there's still a little rough left," he replied quietly. He still had the tie in one hand, and he turned Leah around so she was facing the open patio doors. A gentle breeze was moving the curtains and she could hear the ocean as well as laughter from somewhere.
Jack slowly unzipped her dress and let it pool to the floor. Leah shivered as the cool air touched her skin. He turned her around to face him, and she saw his eyes were dilated with passion. He was holding the tie between his teeth. He gently pulled her wrists together and raised them above her head. Her heart was racing as he tied them and pulled the knot tight.
He held one loose end, trapping her arms above her head, and then pulled her close to his body. He kissed her, deep and hard, nibbling at her bottom lip. She gasped, and kissed him in return, suddenly wanting him more than anything.
"If you want me to stop, just tell me," he said. This was her out. She could stop this madness right now and start thinking of him as the brother he was going to become. Instead, Leah nodded, unable to say anything. Jack led her toward the bed and gently pushed her over. She started trembling with anticipation as she heard him undressing behind her.
"This is going to be so much better than last night," he said finally, his voice breaking the silence. It was husky and gloriously sexy. Leah was bent over the bed, her arms trapped above her head. She felt exposed, and a little helpless, but excited. Finally she felt Jack's hands travel up her legs, smooth over the pantyhose she had on under her dress.
"I hope you're not too attached to these," he said as his fingers brushed the area between her thighs.
She gasped, "To what?"
She felt Jack's fingers entwine in the nylon fabric, then she felt him lean in closer, his lips brushing against the small of her back. She felt him tug and finally tear the fabric away from her body. His breath was quick and he moaned a little as he felt the nylon tear away from between Leah's legs.
She gasped. She still had a thin pair of panties on but she had never felt so exposed.
"I hope you're going to buy me another pair of those," she said playfully, but her voice was husky.
Jack laughed throatily behind her. "I'll buy you anything you want," he said. His fingers pressed against the silky fabric of her panties and she moaned. He rubbed her, slowly at first, and then with more intensity. She moaned and started to move against his fingers, but he pressed her hips down against the bed.
"It's all me tonight, love," he said behind her. Her heart raced with excitement. She was completely at his mercy, and it was thrilling.
He pushed the fabric of her panties away and she moaned as she felt his fingers push inside of her. He teased her slowly, his fingers working in delicate circles until she moaned and tried to writhe underneath him. As soon as she moved he pulled his fingers away. Leah gasped in disappointment.
"What did I tell you?" he said, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "I'm in charge," he said and nibbled her neck. He turned her over and untied her hands.
"You're untying me?" she asked, and obviously couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice because he looked at her deeply, his eyes sparkling.
"You like being tied up?" he asked. Leah nodded, shyly.
Jack growled deep in his throat, "You're going to undo me," he said, then "turn over."
Leah rolled onto her stomach and Jack tied her wrists together again, this time behind her back rather than above her head. She heard him unbuckle his belt and her pulse quickened. He knelt behind her and she felt him grab the thin silk of her panties between his hands and tear it away. His hand gripped the loose end of the tie at her wrists and pulled slightly. It forced her back to arch and with a twist of excitement in her stomach she realised why he had done it.
Jack pushed inside of her and Leah moaned. He pulled on the tie, forcing her body up against his. His other hand slid around her hips and he used his fingers to toy with Leah as he thrust into her. Her body was being forced against his from almost every direction, and the pleasure was so intense she cried out, moaning his name. She was unable to move, and he was right, he was completely in control. Leah shook as she climaxed, gasping Jack's name.
When they were finished Jack untied her and covered her gently with a sheet. He lay behind her, kissing the back of her neck where he swept her hair to the side.
"So what happens now?" Leah asked.
"What do you mean?" Jack asked. "We're at a beautiful hotel, we'll spend the week on the beach. Or in bed."
"But after that..."
Jack rolled Leah over and kissed her, his lips were tender and his hands entwined in hers.
"Don't worry about anything but right now," he said, and he kissed her again, this time more insistent. Leah felt a familiar twisting in her stomach and she entwined her fingers in Jack's hair pulling him closer. He was right; the rest of the week didn't matter. She had no idea what the future had in store for this budding taboo romance, but if she worried about it now she would be depriving herself of the most intense pleasure she had ever known. Right now, in this moment, there was no such thing as right and wrong. She rolled on top of Jack and pretended to pin him down.
"Now, I'm in control," she said playfully and reached across the bed for the tie.
THE END
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Bonus 1: Fighting For Love
Jenna Pitsenburg, a no-nonsense sports agent, receives the opportunity of a lifetime in the form of a lucrative promotion that will catapult her directly into the career of her dreams. The only problem is that the terms of the promotion come with a major hitch: her future career hinges on the completion of a successful contract with a particular high-profile client—none other than bad-boy, professional MMA fighter, Alexander Rockwell.
Jenna wants nothing to do with her arrogant, super-star, ex-boyfriend, the man who disappeared without a trace from her bed over five years ago. Jenna’s heard about the terrible reputation he has developed on his search for fame and glory and she has little confidence in his ability to change.
However, Jenna, armed for battle, is not prepared to discover that his journey has left Alex feeling unfulfilled and in need of a new direction in his life—a new direction that he has every intention of sharing with Jenna.
Fighting For Love
Jenna Pitsenburg sat suddenly upright in the center of her plush queen-sized bed. Her sleep mask was shoved haphazardly toward the messy bun that sprouted directly from the top of her head while she glanced with disdain at the bedside alarm clock. It read 4:59 A.M.
With only moments to spare she cancelled the alarm before it released an obnoxious, ear-splitting ring that would have been enough to cause a heart attack if rousing its victims from a deep slumber.
Disentangling her legs from the satin bed-covers, Jenna shifted the sheer nightgown to fit more comfortably over her voluminous breasts. Even though she had rarely made time to date these past five
years, it always made her feel beautiful to start her day in luxurious clothing. She had developed the habit years ago after realizing how much her confidence soared when waking in the morning to her boyfriend gazing at her lush frame with pure adoration. Wanting to maximize his pleasure Jenna had invested in a glamorous collection of plus-sized nightwear that remained long after the relationship had ended.
Jenna’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion. It had been a long time since she had associated her pyjamas with Alex. Generally she was successful at pushing his memory to the back of her mind, a habit developed out of extreme necessity and self-preservation. Most of the original pieces had been replaced over time so, why then, had her mind strayed down that particular path?
Then, like a bucket of ice water rushing over her skin, she remembered.
Jenna rocketed out of bed and rushed down the hallway to the office of her small Chicago condominium.
“Please be a dream. Please be a dream.” She muttered relentlessly as if sheer determination could make it true.
As she waited for her computer to load she paced anxiously around the tiny office still whispering the same four words like a desperate plea to the universe.
The screen flashed to life and Jenna settled into the yellow upholstered chair at her desk.
She took a deep, steadying breath.
“It IS a dream. It HAS to be.” She logged in to her email account and accessed a message from only the night before.
Ms. Pitsenburg,
We are pleased to inform you that the Board of Directors has noted your exceptional performance representing Mr. Caulfield during his recent sponsorship negotiations with Laramex, Inc.
It has come to our attention that you have submitted an application for the position of Senior Account Executive here at Bramble and Bowman.
As you are well aware, there are two other qualified applicants who surpass you in years of account experience at this time.
However, the board feels that in the seven years you have been with us you have shown extreme talent and tenacity that has yielded results comparable to those with more tenure.
For this reason we have decided to present you with an opportunity to prove that you are the most qualified candidate for the position of Senior Account Executive.
We have received notice of an athlete in need of a fresh new agent who has specifically requested your services. If you are made Senior Account Executive you will no longer be working individually with athletes but instead will be directing and consulting with the agents of your current position. This is your chance to prove that you are capable of handling a high-profile account with the precision and professionalism that you would potentially expect of all agents under your senior guidance.
Alexander Rockwell, the professional Mixed Martial Arts fighter, will be returning from a six-month sabbatical on September 8th. You are to retrieve him from the O’Hare International Airport promptly at 2pm. Lena Norway has been assigned as your personal assistant for this account.
Please note that Mr. Rockwell will remain your client through December 31st at which point the account will be reviewed in regard to acceptance or denial of the promotion.
Sincerely,
Jonathan Bowman
Chairman of the Board
With a resounding thud Jenna dropped her head to the desktop. No wonder her mind had focused on Alex this morning. Starting today she would be his agent, representing him in some of the most important decisions of both of their careers.
She was torn between excitement and agony.
Jenna had been working for this opportunity for seven long years, since even before she had initially met Alex. She had not then had the experience needed to take him where he was going professionally. He had been a rising star and she, a lowly pencil pusher. Now, though, they were both at the top of their game. Equals.
Even with all of her success as a sports agent Jenna did not understand why Alex would have requested her specifically. They had not ended on the best of terms, or rather; they had hardly ended on any terms at all. One day Alex was beside her, and the next he was gone, packed up like a thief in the night. Two months later she had seen him in a television interview with a leggy blonde draped on his arm, and six weeks after that, a bikini model with flowing chestnut-brown hair. Jenna could not imagine ever wearing a bikini but, she smiled to herself, she did have a pretty amazing one-piece that made her feel like a sultry Marilyn Monroe in candy-apple red.
With newfound determination Jenna sat up. She had not seen Alex in five years. For all either of them cared he was just a regular client choosing the best agent available. She refused to let him rain on her parade. She was going to be Senior Account Executive and the notion of working with that scumbag would not slow her down.
With that thought, Jenna rose and went to prepare for the day ahead.
An hour later Jenna entered the offices of Bramble and Bowman wearing a crème tie-neck blouse, full skirt and a pair of elegant black stilettos that meant serious business. Her olive skin still had a slight tan from the summer sun and the stylish chignon emphasized her sleek auburn hair.
Lena Norway, who was perched casually on the edge of her own desk, bounced with excitement as Jenna drew near.
“What are you doing here?” Jenna asked. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be back from the family reunion until tomorrow.”
“Excuse me?” Lena threw an incredulous look over her shoulder as they marched toward Jenna’s glass encased office. “I switched my plane tickets as soon as I got the email last night. Did you really think I would miss your first day as S.A.E?”
“I have a lot of work to do before I get the promotion, Lena.”
“Ok, fine. You aren’t S.A.E. Yet. But what kind of best friend would I be if I sent you to the wolves on day one.” Lena shrugged. “ OK. Wolf.”
“It isn’t going to be like that.” Jenna said confidently. She closed the door to her office as if she could close the door on the subject. Unfortunately, Lena persisted.
“No? So, you’re fine?” Lena raised an eyebrow. “It doesn’t bother you at all that you will be working for the love of your life?”
“He isn’t the love of my life.” Jenna protested.
“Fine. He isn’t the love of your life. But he used to be.”
“This is just a professional relationship. I haven’t seen Alex in over five years. Everything that happened in the past is just that, in the past. As far as I am concerned I never have to see him again after New Years Eve.” Jenna was proud of the conviction with which she was able to present the speech. She was absolutely certain that she would be able to remain professionally detached from the situation as long as she did not have to re-examine long buried issues. She just hoped that Alexander Rockwell shared her mindset.
“I hope that’s true.” Lena turned the coffee machine on and waited for two mugs to fill. Then she continued very quietly. “I am just worried about you, Jen. Last time… well, sometimes I wonder if you ever really got over it. I know you’ve moved on and I know you have your life just the way you’ve always wanted, but there hasn’t been anyone since Alex. No matter how many guys ask you out, you haven’t let anyone else even begin to get close.” Walking over to her friend, Lena handed her a steaming mug. “Just tell me the truth, please, because I am only going to ask this once. Is this promotion worth going through all of that again? Is it so important that you can’t just tell them that you aren’t ready.”
Jenna blew on her coffee while she contemplated her answer. There had been a lot of things in her future she had wanted. Most of them disappeared when Alex did. This job was something that had always been there for her. She was not going to let him take this from her as well.
“I want this promotion more than anything and I am ready for it. I mean that with my whole heart, Lena. If I pass up this opportunity I don’t know how long it will be before it comes again. This is my chance. Alexander Rockwell is just a client and I am not going to let him
stand in my way.
“OK, Boss-man.” Lena’s entire demeanor reverted to her usual spunky self. “Tell me what to do!”
Jenna laughed.
“First I need you to book a room in the best hotel that has a penthouse open for a few months. That will give us time to find him a permanent residence. Then, I need you to have groceries delivered to the room. Focus mainly on veggies and protein. He is going to need a clean diet if he is training.” Lena scribbled frantically on a small notepad in her hand. “He doesn’t like carrots, but send them anyway because he needs the crunch after a hard workout and we don’t want him resorting to chips. Don’t give me that look.” Jenna laughed, as Lena froze with her mouth open. “Think of it as good recon, we will use my knowledge to do a better job.” She pointed at the notepad to remind Lena to keep writing. “Next, if you could call his trainer, Marco Mandelli, and get a release for his full calendar, sync it with ours and then send it to Bethany in promotions to see if there are any events we can book him for in his free time. If you start with that, while I schedule a signing for this afternoon and call some potential sponsors, I should be able to get to the airport by one-thirty.”
Jenna took a deep breath and checked her watch. This was going to be a piece of cake, she thought.
By the time one o’clock rolled around Jenna had booked meetings with four potential sponsors and a short photo-op at a local youth gym. If they could land two major sponsorships, Alex would not have to worry about any of his general expenses. After that, any minor sponsors would only increase the fighter’s personal income.
Jenna was exhausted after the long hours of phone conversations. While Alex Rockwell was famous and talented enough to garner attention, it would still take all of Jenna’s skill to convince a sponsor to spend millions of dollars on a single athlete. To close the deal Jenna would need Alex to meet with the sponsor and sell himself as a worthy investment.