Divorced, Free, and Single

by Rosemary Lynch

  Alex’s cock throbbed in urgent need of her, but he was not ready to take her yet. He moved around to the end of the bed, knelt on it, and ran his hands up the inside of her thighs as he spread her legs open.

  Jane’s heart raced so much that she thought it would explode from her chest. He lowered his face down in between her legs and she watched as his mouth claimed her pussy. His tongue flicked in and out of her wet folds and as she screamed in pleasure, his heartbeat trebled. His fingers pulled her open wider, she tasted so sweet, that he wanted more and he sucked, licked, and drank her.

  She grabbed his head and held him there, her back arching as she urged him in even more.

  Alex was enjoying her so much, and he could hear her whimpering as her body quivered at his touch. As she held his head down on her, it sent such pleasure thought him that he thought he would come there and then.

  Jane reached over the side of the bed, and she fumbled to open her bag. She pulled out the packet of condoms Claire gave her.

  As he lifted his head, he glanced at her hand. She was ready, so he pulled himself on top of her, but as she stared at his manhood, she pulled his bottom towards her and opened her mouth. She licked him, sucked him, and teased him with her tongue.

  Alex groaned as he was so close, but he did not want to come yet, as he wanted her to come first and he fought to hold it back.

  The sound of him, groaning, and the sensation of him pulling at her long hair, turned her on even more. He was enjoying it as much as she was.

  As she took a breath, Alex pulled out, his pulse was racing, and his breathing fast, and heavy, he stopped as he was struggling to hold off his orgasm. He cupped her breasts, licked her nipples, and swirled his tongue under and all over her breast, teasing her until it drove her insane.

  “Oh my god,” she cried, and her hands clawed at his back. He sucked her nipple so hard that her clit throbbed in desperate need of him, and she wanted him inside her now!

  “Please,” she begged, giving him the condom. He opened it and rolled it over his cock. She opened her legs wide apart, Alex edged her pussy, and there it was huge, hard, and filling her. He thrust in and out of her at a steady rhythm, and she grasped his bottom, and dug her nails into his skin.

  “Oh, god,” she cried. “Please, harder,” she begged him. It was insane, and she still could not believe she was doing this.

  Alex died and went to heaven, she was so sexy, her voice, heavy and rasping as she moaned.

  “Please say my name,” he asked, breathless and he thrust so hard that the bed shook, back and forth.

  “Alex!” she screamed, gripping him. “Alexander - oh - my god.” Pleasure built to a peak that she screamed like a wildcat and as the orgasm broke over her. Her body pulsated with a sensation that she that was so incredible that her eyes wept.

  Alex moaned as he continued to thrust, and as she climaxed it drove him crazy. His cock throbbed inside her desperate to release and as she came, he let go.

  “Alex, please oh god, harder, harder,” she screamed at him. She wanted him to please him too.

  “Oh god, Jane,” he groaned, and as he held inside her, his whole, body shuddered.

  She felt the wave of his orgasm go right through him. She smiled, as he called her name. Sam never called her name; bitch maybe, but never her name.

  Alexander fell onto her chest, his sweating body resting on hers, his heart pounding in his chest as he breathed. He pulled off the condom, tied it, and threw it into a bin by the bed. He needed to hold her close, so he rolled her towards him. She lay on his chest inhaling his skin and listening to the fast beat of his heart as he held is arms around her tight.

  “That was fantastic, Jane,” he said, and he stroked his hand through her hair. “Are you okay?” he asked. She smiled at his concern for her.

  “Yes, Alex,” she replied. “Thank you.” He chuckled.

  “Thank you, really?” he said, lifting her hair from her eyes and looking at her.

  “Yes, and it was, excuse my French, fucking fabulous and I am so glad you crashed that party.”

  “Me too,” he said with a smile, and he kissed to the top of her head. Relaxed, both from the sex and from the champagne, she smiled to herself.

  “Favourite place you would like to visit?” he whispered. Jane smiled.

  “Disneyland, Florida,” she replied.

  “Me too,” he sighed, and he nuzzled into her hair.

  Jane had experience her first one-night-stand and her first amazing orgasm. As she inhaled him, her heart shook and she sighed and closed her eyes. She loved the warmth of his body against hers, and the security of his arms around her. She wished it were not a one-night stand, as she liked Alex, and would quite happily do that all over again.

  ***

  Alex gazed at her as she slept, five more minutes, he thought glancing at his watch, it was six-thirty in the morning, and he needed to go. He deliberated whether to ask her for her number but he did not have the heart to wake her, as she looked peaceful and content as she slept. He looked at his watch again, and screwed up his nose. He noticed a pen sticking out of her bag, and he took it and picked up the hotel’s customer satisfaction survey off the dressing table. He turned it over, wrote on it, and left it by the side of her bed. As Alex grabbed his clothes, and slipped on his trousers, he looked at her one last time and his heart fluttered, god she affected him. It was unethical, but he pulled his phone out of his pocket, and took a picture of her as she slept. He looked at it, smiled, and left.

  Jane awoke the next morning to find herself in the bed, alone. Alexander was gone. She pulled his pillow to her chest and hugged it and it smelt of him. Her breasts heaved with the memory of last night and she did not think she would ever forget his scent. She was sad that she missed him, as she would like to have said goodbye. She noticed a piece of paper on the bedside table, and picked it up. ‘Thanks for last night - Call me Jane – Alex’ and there was a mobile number and a kiss. She smiled, please that he wanted her to call him.

  She thought about doing it now, to say thanks, and goodbye, but she remembered her promise, not to get involved with anyone yet. She was going to have fun being free, and single. Perhaps she would leave it a few days, maybe a week. It would be fun to meet up with him again, maybe like this in a hotel with no strings attached, just amazing sex.

  Chapter Three

  The week flew by, what with the unpacking, and settling into the new flat, Jane did not get around to ringing Alex. Now it was Monday and she was entering the foyer of the publishing company, ready to start her new job. She had been through two interviews to get this job. Although she had not met the man she would be working for yet as he had been away on business. Still, it did not matter, the money was excellent, and at the end of the day, that was what counted.

  “Good morning,” she said to the receptionist. “Jane Archer, I start today.” She smiled and looked down her list.

  “Ah yes, he we are. This is your temporary pass, you will need to pop down to HR today and have a photo done for your permanent pass.”

  “Okay, thanks,” she said, taking it from her. She headed over to the lift. Her office was on the tenth floor, right at the top. She had butterflies fluttering around in her tummy at the prospect of meeting her new boss and of the job itself. Jane was a part-time secretary at the bank, but it had been an undemanding job, and it was nothing like this big city publishers. She was a little cross with herself that she had not done much research on the business, owners and so on. But what with the divorce, the move, and everything else she had not had the time.

  Jane had gone out and brought a dozen different outfits, smart and a little sexy. Today she wore a grey suit with an electric blue blouse and matching blue heels, she did not want to overdo it, nor underdress. She had even brought a small briefcase to use as her lunch box!

  As she stood outside the door of her new office, she stared at the nameplate, and gave a little frown. Well what was the chance of that, her boss being an
Alexander too, Alexander Hartley-Stone, he sounded old. She took a deep breath and knocked.

  “Come in,” his voice yelled back. Her hand hesitated on the handle. Holy shit, it could not be! “I said come in,” he called again. Jane froze to the spot, her eyes trembling as the door handle turned, she would recognise that deep, sexy perfect English voice anywhere.

  “Did you not hear me,” he said, opening the door. They stared at each other. Alex’s heart did a little flip as he saw her standing there. She looked amazing in her suit, and the electric blue shirt set off her brunette hair and deep blue eyes.

  “Jane?” he said, finding his voice.

  “Alex?” she replied, her voice caught in her throat, her senses going berserk as his scent wafted all over her.

  “Jane,” he said again, he smiled, and god it was a beautiful smile. “How did you find me?” he asked. “I was hoping you would ring, but it is great to see you in person.”

  “I didn’t. Find you I mean – I’m your new PA.” An awkward moment of silence followed as he continued to stare at her. She was his PA, seriously! How the hell had that happened? He scratched the back of his neck.

  “Oh,” he said, and he pushed the door open. “You had better come in.” She nodded and followed him inside. He closed the door and they stood in a small foyer. Did she mention that he had sexy eyes? Yes, well there they were staring at her again, making her all hot and bothered.

  “So, what is the chance of that happening,” he said, a little uncomfortably. He did was unsure what to say, what to do, she had actually rendered him speechless.

  “Look, Alex,” she said, her eyes lifting to this. Alex lifted a hand and loosened his tie, as he could not breathe her eyes were bewitching and sent a wave of desire right through his body.

  “I really need this job,” she continued, breaking the silence. She could not afford to be unemployed not over one sexual encounter anyway, and she would never find one that paid as well as this.

  “Erm no, of course you do, I was not going to fire you before you have even started. I am sure we can – well – you know,” he said, a little smile teasing his lips as he recalled last Saturday night. Her cheeks burned hot at the thought of him thinking where he had put that gorgeous mouth.

  “Thank you, Alex, or do I have to call you Mr Hartley-Stone,” she asked, trying to push that night to the back of her mind. He shook his head slowly, quite aware that he was still staring at her.

  “No, Alex is fine. Okay, well, Jane,” he said, his arm outstretched as he pointed. “This is the hub,” he said, his eyes following her as she walked further into the room. He could not believe she was here, and he had kicked himself a thousand times for not taking her number at the hotel. He had left his but when she had not called, his heart had sunk at the thought she did not feel the same attraction that he had towards her. Now she was here, standing in his bloody office, and working for him. How he was going to handle that, he was not sure.

  “Your desk, computer etc. etc., oh these are the filing cabinets. I am sorry but my last PA has left so we have no one to show you what to do, but I think she wrote it all down, and left it in a folder in her desk.”

  “That’s okay I am sure I can pick it up,” she replied. He glanced at her, and gave her a smile.

  “Yes, I am sure you will. Erm, what else, oh yes, most important. In here is the coffee machine and the loo. We have our own. Director and all that,” he said, pointing. As she leaned forward, to peer into the room, she inhaled him, and oh god did he smell good.

  He walked to a door and ushered her in. She entered the room and he followed behind her. As at the party, she was aware of his eyes on her. It was a wave of tingling electric, and it started at the back of her head, and ran down the entire length of her body and back up again.

  “This is my office, obviously,” he said. She glanced to the window, a number of crystals hung from it catching the light; she looked out.

  “Nice view,” she said, as she looked over the Thames.

  “You know you are going to travel with me. It was part of the job description,” he said, looking a little concerned. The thought of taking her away with him for a weekend and staying in a hotel with her made his cock go hard. He frowned at himself and prayed that she could not see it, and he took a couple of deep breaths to curb his urge. She turned and looked at him, and her heart shook at the intensity of his eyes on her.

  “Yes, Alex, it’s one of the reason, I applied. I am sure we can keep it professional,” she replied with emphasis, more to convince herself than him.

  “Yes, of course, so long as you know,” he said, and as he stepped beside her, the heat coming from him was almost unbearable. She was going to have a serious problem working with him when all she wanted to do was take hold of him and kiss him.

  “Yes, it is a nice view,” he agreed, and they both stared out of the window.

  “Alex,” a man yelled, stomping un-announced into his office. Jane jumped startled and spun around. The man was seething, sweat poured from his brow, and his hands clenched in a fist. Alex glanced at her, and saw fear spread across her face at the man’s aggression. He walked over to her.

  “Jane, would you mind waiting outside, please,” he said.

  “Sure,” she replied, and she whispered. “Are you okay, do you want me to call security?” He shook his head, and placed his hand on the small of her back as he ushered her out of the office. She squeezed sideways past the angry man and practically ran to her new desk.

  Alex slammed his door shut, and she cringed as she heard him yelling.

  “I do not give a shit, Trevor, you are fired. I will not tolerate sexual harassment in this company.” She heard him yell. The man yelled something back that she did not understand.

  “She is not the only one to complain. Now get your stuff and get out,” Alex yelled. She jumped out of her skin as the intercom on her desk, buzzed.

  “Alex,” she answered.

  “Get security,” he growled back.

  “Okay.” She grabbed the phone.

  “Louise, front desk, how can I help you?” she asked.

  “Louise, I need security, to Alexander Hartley-Stone’s office immediately.” She went quiet for a moment.

  “On their way,” Louise, said. “How serious?” she asked.

  “There is a man in there who sounds like he is going hit Alex,” Jane replied.

  “Shit,” she said. “Okay, they will be with you in a minute.”

  “Thanks.” A minute or so later the door to the office flew open. The two huge, security guards looked at her, and she thumbed to his office. Without knocking they barged in, there was a loud scuffle and they came out dragging Trevor with them.

  “Call the police,” one of them said to her. “We will hold him in security.” Jane nodded, her hand trembling she made the call. She stood up and hurried into Alex’s office.

  “Oh my god,” she cried. “Alex.” He glanced at her, and his nose was bleeding.

  “He hit you?” she asked, and he nodded. She shot back out of his office and into the kitchen, and grabbing the first aid kit she had spotted earlier, she hurried back to him. Jane pushed the papers on his desk out of the way, and opened the first aid kit.

  “Jane, you do not have to do that,” he said, as she grabbed some antiseptic wipes and tissues.

  “Yes I do, now look at me,” she ordered, and she lifted his chin towards her. Alex gazed at her, as she gently cleaned the blood away, how would he ever be able to concentrate on work with her around him all the time.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  “Why did he hit you, what was it all about?” she asked. Alex winced.

  “Sorry,” she said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

  “It is fine, thank you. I have received three complaints from female members of staff about him harassing them. The last one was too serious to ignore. So I fired him, and he did not like it, but I will not tolerate sexual harassment or threating behaviour to women in m
y employ. They have the right to be safe at work, and not threatened by some arse hole who cannot keep his hands to himself.” Anger flared in his eyes as he spoke those words, as if he had been personally, affected by this kind abuse himself. She swallowed, knowing that she had, in the worse possible sense.

  His phone rang, and Jane leaned over him and picked it up. Alex took a sharp breath, as he could see straight down her blouse, to her red, silky bra underneath. He closed his eyes, as this was not helping him, not at all.

  “Alexander Hartley-Stone’s office,” she said. “Okay, I’ll tell him.” She put the phone down.

  “Sorry,” she said, pulling back, when she realised she had stuck her cleavage into his face.

  “Who was that?” he asked, and he took another breath, trying to compose himself and keep his urge down.

  “Louise said the police are here, they want you to go down.” She stepped back from him, and smoothed down her ruffled skirt. He rose from his chair, grabbed his jacket, and put it on.

  “Right,” he said. “How do I look?” he asked. She twitched her nose, and lifted her hands to his hair.

  “It’s a little out of place,” she said, and she ran her hands through his soft, dark hair, smoothing it back down. She inhaled him. Bad move, as he inhaled her too. Alex rolled his eyes at her scent, his hand captured her hip and he held her, as had he had done in the lift. She lowered her hands from his head, and tilted her head as she looked at him.

  “Why didn’t you hit him back?” she asked. He shook his head.

  “Why get into trouble for an arse hole like him,” he whispered back.

  A rush of awareness flooded her, like an electrical surge so strong that she took a step back and out of his clutch. As much as she wanted to kiss him, she could not, he was her boss, and she needed this job.

  “Well, Mr Hartley-Stone, I guess you shouldn’t keep the police waiting,” she said, with a heavy breath. He pulled himself out of his fantasy and gave a nod.

  “Absolutely not,” he agreed.