I kiss his neck and along his jaw line, finding my way to his lips. He pulls me close to his body and our tongues entwine. Our kiss is gentle and loving. I gently bite his bottom lip before pulling away and wiping the water from my eyes, so that I can look at him.
“I love you,” I whisper, overcome with the intensity of his eyes on mine.
“I love you too.”
I rest my head against his chest. “I’m sorry that I lied, and I’m sorry that I can’t tell you what’s going on with Lydia.”
“Shhh.” He places a hand under my chin and moves my head, so that I am looking at him. “Don’t apologise, it’s fine. I didn’t mean to act like a prick earlier. I just miss having you to myself.”
“I miss that too.” I smile at him and see that any annoyance that he may have had about the situation has dissipated. He lowers his head to mine and kisses me, taking my breath away.
I feel his cock harden against my stomach and I break away from his lips, raising my eyebrows in question. “Really?”
He just smiles at me, confirming all I needed to know, and I lose myself in his embrace.
Right now, in this moment, this is the only place that I want to be.
Chapter Seven
Stacey
Jake, Lydia and I are all sat at the dining table, ready to eat the lasagne that I have just finished cooking.
Jake has been more relaxed since our escapade in the shower. He has been laughing and joking with Lydia and me, and I think that Lydia’s mood has lifted somewhat.
“This looks great, Stace,” Lydia says as she licks her lips at the sight of the food on the table.
“It’s just lasagne and garlic bread, Lyd,” I reply. “Go ahead and help yourself.”
Lydia wastes no time in filling her whole plate with lasagne, as well as taking a couple of slices of garlic bread. I watch in amazement as she starts to shovel the food into her mouth. It’s like she hasn’t eaten for days.
Jake was putting food on his plate, but his hand has frozen in mid-air at the sight of Lydia. I nudge him under the table with my foot. He looks to me and I indicate for him to stop staring. Luckily, Lydia hasn’t noticed anything. She seems far too interested in the food to take any notice of us.
Jake finishes spooning lasagne onto his plate, handing the serving spoon to me. I take a spoonful and then a slice of garlic bread. Lydia has already demolished half of her plateful before I have even taken my first bite. She’s going to give away her secret if she keeps eating like that.
“So, what film do you fancy watching later, Lyd?” I ask her, trying to take the attention away from her hoovering up her food.
“I don’t mind,” she replies, taking another slice of garlic bread.
Huh. Well, that cut that conversation short.
I look to Jake and his eyes have returned to watching Lydia. I roll my own eyes and start to eat my own food. We all remain silent whilst we eat which makes me feel a little awkward. I don’t like how uncomfortable the atmosphere is right now. I also don’t understand it. I just want to finish this meal and get the hell away from the table.
“Fair play, Stace,” Lydia says as she eats her last mouthful. “That was tasty. Does anyone mind if I have some more?” She looks to both of us and I hear Jake scoff in surprise. I nudge him again with my foot, and he scowls at me. I smile sweetly, not wanting Lydia to feel embarrassed.
“No, you go ahead, Lyd,” I answer. Lydia dishes out the remaining lasagne, and literally inhales it. I put my fork down, having lost my appetite, and take a gulp of my wine. I patiently wait for Jake and Lydia to finish, and then I busy myself by clearing the table.
“That’s better. I was starving,” Lydia declares.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Jake manages to respond, and I can hear him stifling his laughter. He glugs back his beer and goes to the fridge to get another one.
“Why don’t you go through to the lounge, Lyd? I’m just going to finish cleaning up in here and then I’ll come and join you.”
“If you insist.” Lydia gets up and leaves the room, rubbing her belly as she does. Jake looks at me and mouths the words, “Oh my God.” I roll my eyes at him and start to load the plates into the dishwasher. Jake waits patiently for me to finish and then pulls me through the patio doors and out into the garden.
“What the hell was that about?” he asks me, surprise and amusement evident in his tone.
“What was what about?” I feign ignorance.
“You know what. She just inhaled her food in there, barely stopping for breath.” He looks astonished, and it takes all of my skills to keep my face neutral.
“Don’t be silly. She was just hungry.” I really hope that he doesn’t say too much more on the subject. I hate not being able to tell him.
“Hungry? Jesus, I thought that she was going to eat the tablecloth at one point.” I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.
“Jake, don’t be so mean,” I say, the chuckle escaping into the back of my throat.
“I’m not, but come on, babe, that was something else.” He bursts out laughing and I crumble. I’m not making fun of Lydia, I’m just laughing at the whole situation. The look on Jake’s face throughout that meal was a picture. I hold my stomach as the laughter starts to hurt.
“Stop it,” I say as I try to catch my breath. “It’s not funny.”
“Oh, it is.”
“Seriously.” I wipe my eyes and the laughter starts to subside. One day, when Lydia has made her secret public knowledge, she will laugh about this with us. I know she will.
“Anyway, I’m going to my office to send some emails. If you two are watching a chick flick, then I would rather opt out.”
“Okay. As long as you don’t mind.”
“Of course I mind,” Jake says as he steps closer to me, invading my personal space. An invasion that I most certainly welcome. His arms go around my waist and I place my hands on his shoulders. “I wanted you all to myself, but seeing as we have company, I will just have to leave you with this…”
His lips crash down on mine as his voice fades off. I mould myself against him; my nipples harden, my sex stirs, and my senses come alive. One of his hands travels around my waist and heads south, skimming the hem of my skirt and trailing its way up the inside of my thigh. His fingers graze over my sex, rubbing, teasing, and sparks fly through my body.
His gentle touch makes me want to rip his clothes off here and now. As I am losing my mind from his actions, Jake abruptly pulls away from me and steps back. I stand there, gasping, a little uncertain of how I was in his arms one minute and the next he is backing away from me. He smirks, doesn’t say a word, and just walks back into the house.
What the hell?
Why would he do that?
Why would he just…
The realisation hits me like a lightning bolt.
Ah, I get it. Mr Waters wants to play games.
He is clearly showing me a taste of what I will be missing seeing as we won’t be on our own tonight. Getting over my initial shock at his abrupt departure, I start to smile.
If Mr Waters wants to play, that’s fine by me.
Bring it on.
I walk back into the house and go through to the lounge. Lydia is sprawled out on the sofa, watching, The Notebook, which is one of my favourite films. I flop down beside her, suddenly feeling tired from the day’s events.
“I take it that Jake is okay with me staying here?” Lydia asks me.
“Of course he is. I told you earlier that he would be fine.”
“I feel guilty that I am making you keep my pregnancy a secret from him.”
“Don’t worry.” I sigh. “You just need to figure it out for yourself first.” I smile at her and she nods her head.
“Thanks, Stace. You’re a good friend.”
“Just a good one?” I say playfully.
“The best.”
“That’s better.” We both laugh and then turn our attention to the film. It’s about three qua
rters of the way through, and we watch the rest in silence. The end of the film always chokes me. The love that they have for each other makes me hope that love like theirs isn’t just in films or written in books. It’s the kind of love that I hope that Jake and I will always have. Unconditional.
“Want to watch another one?” Lydia asks, disrupting my thoughts.
“Sure.” I don’t really, but I don’t want to be rude. She starts to flick through the movie channels and stumbles across our all-time favourite.
“Dirty Dancing. Oh, yes,” she says as she snuggles further into the sofa.
“I’m just going to go and check on Jake quickly,” I say. It may be my all-time favourite film, but my all-time favourite man is upstairs, and I want to get him back for his panty-dropping antics earlier.
“Uh huh,” Lydia mumbles, already engrossed by the sight of Patrick Swayze on the screen.
I leave the lounge and make my way to Jake’s office. As I stand in the doorway, I see that he is on the phone. I study him for a few moments, revelling in the fact that he’s mine. He could have his pick of women, but he chose me.
Me.
I smile and tap lightly on the door. His eyes shoot up and lock with mine, his face breaking into a grin, and he motions for me to come in. I walk over to his desk, his eyes never leaving mine, and I perch on the edge, so that I am facing him. He’s still on the phone, and I decide that I will use this moment to push his buttons.
I lower myself, so that I am kneeling in front of him before I move my hands to the zip on his trousers and I slowly pull it down. I undo the button and then snake my hand into his boxers, enjoying the feel of how hard he is when I haven’t even done anything yet.
I make him feel like this, and that is beyond thrilling.
He is trying to speak to whoever is on the other end of the phone, managing to keep his voice even, until the moment that I pull his cock out of his boxers and place my lips over the tip. I hear the intake of his breath, and his words become staggered. I look up at him from underneath my lashes, and his expression is one that makes my knickers wet with desire.
I start my movements slow and tantalising. He is desperately trying to keep control, but he is failing. I chuckle around his length and then increase the pressure, sucking harder. Jake lets out a gasp.
“I have to go. I’ll call you back,” he says, his tone dominating. He chucks the phone on the desk and then places his hands on either side of my head. I work him until he is reaching his peak. The shallowness and the speed of his breathing, and the low groan all signal that he is close. His hands have moved to grip the arms of his chair, and just when I know that he is about to explode with pleasure, I pull away, freeing him from my mouth.
His eyes are still closed as I stand up and quickly make my way to the other side of the desk. When his eyes open, he looks dazed, dumbfounded. I smirk and stand there with my arms folded, waiting to see what his next move will be.
“Uh, why are you all the way over there?” he asks, his expression one of complete confusion.
“It’s not nice being left all hot and bothered, is it?” I raise one eyebrow at him, turn on my heel, and exit the room. I giggle to myself at the look on his face.
Maybe he will think twice before he tries to leave me high and dry again.
Chapter Eight
Stacey
I wake up to the sound of Lydia snoring. I groggily open my eyes and see that she is sprawled out on the sofa. We must have both fallen asleep whilst watching the television last night.
I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. I need a cup of coffee.
I move off of the part of the sofa that Lydia hasn’t occupied, and I quietly start to make my way to the kitchen. I don’t want to wake Lydia as she needs her rest, especially after the events that transpired yesterday.
I shut the lounge door behind me and walk through to the kitchen. The sight of Jake’s back greets me, his shirt slightly stretched across his broad shoulders. I shiver in delight. I make my way over to him, put my arms around him from behind, and place my lips by his ear.
“Good morning, handsome,” I purr. He puts down the cup of coffee that he is holding and turns his head to look at me.
“Good morning.” His reply is a little abrupt and I get the feeling that he is pissed off with me about last night. I place a light kiss on his lips and then I go to make myself a coffee.
I smile to myself as I hum along to the radio that Jake has playing in the background. He doesn’t say another word, but I can feel his gaze boring into my back. I decide to take my coffee upstairs with me whilst I get ready for the day ahead. I am hoping that it will just be a straight forward day, but my life of late is anything but straight forward, so I don’t get my hopes up too much.
I smile at Jake as I make my way out of the kitchen and upstairs to our bedroom. I put my coffee down on the bedside table and go to the ensuite. I take a quick shower, reasoning that my coffee will be cool enough to drink by the time that I have finished. I wash quickly, get out and wrap myself in a towel.
I am picking out my clothes to wear for the day, when Jake walks in. As I pick out a pair of tailored grey trousers and a black, fitted shirt to wear, I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He stands there, with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking like a God. I fight the urge to go to him as I select my underwear to put on. I choose a red lace bra and matching thong, knowing that Jake loves to see me in the colour red.
I saunter past him, faking ignorance of him as I return to the ensuite. I close the door behind me, smirking and start to dry myself off with the towel. The smirk is soon wiped from my face though as Jake bursts through the door, making me drop the towel in shock.
Damn him for not having a lock on this door.
“Do you mind?” I say as I watch his eyes rake over my naked body. “I am trying to get dressed.” My nipples harden from his penetrating stare. In a flash, he comes towards me and has me pinned against the wall.
The heat in Jake’s eyes is enough to make me weak at the knees, but I somehow manage to contain my excitement from his body being pressed up against mine.
I know that he is looking for a bit of payback after I failed to finish him off last night.
I maintain eye contact with him, all the while fighting the urge to kiss his full, inviting lips. His head swoops down and he trails kisses from my neck, up to my cheek. I resist the urge to close my eyes from desire. With my arms pinned above my head, and Jake’s body pressing against mine, I am unable to move. Not that I really want to move. I can think of nothing better than having Jake pressed up against me.
His lips trail from my cheek and down to my breasts, where he flicks each nipple in turn with his tongue. I let out an involuntary moan as he continues his delicious assault of my nipples. He shuffles my hands slightly, so that he is pinning them to the wall using just one of his hands rather than both. His free hand comes down and trails across my stomach. He licks his way back up to my neck and his hand fondles one of my breasts. My breathing becomes staggered as my senses heighten. The combination of his mouth on me, and his tweaking of my nipple causes me to cry out in pleasure.
I feel his lips pull into a smile against my skin. His hand traces its way down to my sex, which is already wet and ready for him. He strokes me and my body shudders.
“Your body betrays you, my love,” he whispers in my ear, causing my skin to heat from his breath. I look at him and see the cheeky smile spread across his face.
He knows that I can’t deny him.
He knows that I lose all sense of reason when he touches me.
I know that he is about to leave me wanting more, just like I did to him last night. Suddenly, my idea for payback doesn’t seem like it was a very good one.
“Ass,” I whisper, making him chuckle deep in his throat.
“Yours will be mine later,” he says as he cocks an eyebrow, releases me, and walks out of the ensuite. That is the second time in less than twenty-four hours that
he has gotten me all hot and bothered and then just left me hanging. Bastard.
It takes me a few moments to regain any sort of composure.
Once I do, I get myself dressed and then head into the bedroom. I style my hair, so that it is poker-straight.
I need to think of a way to get Jake back for his little performance just now.
There is no way that he is getting away with it again.
I grab my phone off of the bedside table and dial Martin’s number.
“Hey, baby girl. What’s shaking?” he says as he answers after only two rings.
“I need your assistance with a sexual revenge plan.” I get straight to the point.
“Lunch break at one o’clock.”
“Great. I’ll come to your office and I will bring lunch.”
“Excellent. Oh, how I do love a good bit of sexual revenge,” Martin says, chuckling down the phone. I smile as an idea starts to form in my head already.
Mr Jake Waters is going to wish that he had never started this game with me.
Chapter Nine
Stacey
I arrive at Waters Industries just after half past twelve, after dropping Lydia back at her flat. I spent all morning trying to keep her mind occupied, but it was no good. She is still worried about what to do. I told her that I would phone her later, but she just seemed to be consumed by her own thoughts.
I enter the lobby and walk straight to the lifts. I’m too early to meet Martin for his lunch break, but that’s okay as I need to see Jake first. I enter the lift when it opens, and I push the button for the floor that houses Jake’s office. I’m alone in the lift, so I admire my appearance in the mirrored walls.
I decided against wearing the grey trousers and black shirt and opted for something sexier. I’m wearing my fishnet tights, tight black pencil dress and my red stilettos. I left my hair down, seeing as I straightened it earlier, and I have teamed my ensemble with a sleek, black briefcase. The professional but sexy vibe has never been more appropriate.
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