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“Chloe,” he grunted, taking my hand in his, “if you keep doing that, this will be over far too soon.”

  I licked my lips as I looked up at him, a twinkle of mischief in my eyes. “Is that a promise?”

  He made a noise that was a mix of frustration and excitement before sliding his pants and boxers off his legs in one sweeping motion and tossing them on the floor as well. Jake lay on top of me, pinning me down with his weight as he supported himself by placing his arms on either side of me. I could feel his chest hair tickle my skin as he looked down at me. I placed my hand against his heart, feeling the rapid beating against my hand. It felt like heaven. I wanted to stay like that forever, but at the same time I wanted so much more.

  I pulled him closer towards me; bringing my lips up for a kiss. He brought his head down and slid his mouth against mine. His fingers worked their way from my hips down the curve of my thigh to my calf, tickling my skin and causing me to wiggle under him. He looked down at me; his eyes darkened with desire and slid his body down my chest. I arch my back as his lips closed around my puckered nipple.

  “That’s nice,” I moaned digging my hands into his thick hair. Jake's tongue licked and suckled one breast before moving to the next; going so slowly as if he had all the time in the world. His movements were unhurried and confident, drawing out the maximum amount of pleasure and anticipation.

  This was a man who knew what he was doing. I had never been as turned on as I was then, drowning in the feeling of his lips and tongue on me, tasting, sucking and teasing me. I was ready for him and needed him right then. My body was on fire, impatient with the need to feel him in me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched my hips up against him, wanting to speed the process, but he had other plans. He brought his head up and laughed at my eagerness.

  “Somebody’s impatient,” he teased. I pouted up at him, but he caught my bottom lip between his and nibbled softly.

  “Mmm,” I moaned.

  Jake worked his face down my chest, trailing fiery kisses until he was positioned between my legs. I was wet with anticipation and my heart was beating so fast in my chest waiting for Jake to taste me. Jake brought his mouth down and flicked his tongue against the heat between my thighs. I felt the tingling sensation spread from deep in my belly back out towards my fingers and toes. The sensation was so electric; I rolled back my eyes and dug my head back against the bed. I was so tightly wound at that point, I was ready to come. I arched my hips against his mouth rocking back and forth urging him on.

  Jake’s tongue was unrelenting as I bucked under him. My hands pulled at his hair and I cried out his name urging him on. I had never felt such pleasure before. All the past men I’d done this with never made me feel as good. Jake definitely knew what he was doing. He flicked the tip of his tongue against my sensitive clit before trailing the flat of his tongue down my slick wet folds in a long and slow sweeping motion. He took his time, and his strokes were confident and so sensual.

  “Mmm,” he moaned against me, “you taste so good.”

  I pushed his head against me harder as I felt my orgasm coming. My skin felt flush and I closed my eyes thrusting against his tongue as I reached for that perfect ecstasy.

  “Oh Oh Oh I’m going to come!” I shouted, my body tense and tightly wound. Jake beat his tongue against my clit lapping at it while he slipped one long finger into me. I came hard, screaming his name as my body exploded in ecstasy. I clenched my muscles around his finger rocking my hips, riding out the wave of pleasure he had brought me. My breathing came in short ragged breaths as I began to relax again. I opened my eyes and looked down at Jake with heavy lidded eyes.

  “That was amazing,” I gasped.

  He looked up at me and licked his lips. “It’s not over yet.”

  Suddenly he was up and on top of me. He placed his hands under my knees as he spread my legs apart. Jake reached over to the side table and pulled out the draw to take out a condom. Rolling the latex sheath over his member, he slowly slid into me. I gasped as I felt his girth filling me completely. It felt so good; I clenched my muscles around him squeezing tight.

  “Oh God,” he moaned. “You’re full of surprises.”

  He started a slow sensual rhythm, rocking his hips and taking his time drawing back and sliding in. He was building up the tension in me again. Soon he picked up the pace, a small band of perspiration forming on his brow. He wore a look of concentration on his face. I loved looking at him making love to me.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him closer to me as I arched my hips up to meet his thrusts. My body tensed as I felt that familiar sensation and I closed my eyes in concentration again, reaching for the peak.

  He must have sensed my climax coming because he quickened his pace even more, burying himself into me in long hard thrusts. My hands were on Jake's shoulders and I squeezed so hard as my body shook with the force of my orgasm, I must have left marks on his skin. I cried out his name as I was carried away on a wave or pleasure, my body feeling weightless as the stars exploded behind my eyes.

  Jake came a moment later, his thrusts reaching a fever pitch until he jerked his hips and slammed into me arching his back. He released a loud guttural grunt and closed his eyes as I felt him pulse in me. When his breathing was normal, he opened his eyes and looked down at me as a slow smile spread across his face.

  “What are you thinking?” I asked.

  “I’m wondering when we can do that again,” he answered.

  “Now please,” I replied.

  He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he rolled me over on the bed. “You’re insatiable and I love it.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Late again?” Allison asked, quirking a thinly penciled eyebrow at me as I walked into the office.

  I tried to ignore her, but couldn't help the smug smile that crossed my lips. Jake and I had been seeing each other for the past few weeks, and by “seeing,” I meant having sex. I had just come from Jake’s apartment that morning, which was the reason for my lateness, but I wasn’t about to let Allison know that. I knew I’d catch hell from her for it if she found out. Though she looked like a tattooed Betty Page, she was actually quite a prude. Besides, it felt nice to have a naughty little secret all my own to keep. It made my time with Jake seem that much more exciting and forbidden.

  The sex itself was amazing. It was so wild and passionate, just thinking about it could make me break out into a sweat. Now that I’d been with Jake, I truly knew what a good lover was. All my past experiences now felt woefully lacking. He worshipped my body like no other man had done, and knew all the right moves to bring me to ecstasy.

  I knew Jake felt the same way I did about the sex. You can just tell when a man is really into you and Jake was definitely into me. There was no way for him to fake that kind of enthusiasm. He was insatiable and it became harder and harder for me to leave him in the morning.

  Even though he made it clear to me in the beginning this was just going to be no-strings-attached sex, I couldn’t help growing to care for him. Deeper feelings I was even afraid to admit to myself were beginning to emerge.

  There was no way I would ever let him know; it would probably drive him away. Jake Powers was not a man who wanted to settle down...yet anyways. I knew that better than anyone. I had to remind myself that it didn’t do me any good wishing for something more or pining away for him. I just had to enjoy what we had here and now, which was amazing, mind blowing sex. That was all he was offering.

  “Care to spill the beans?” Allison asked.

  “Huh? Excuse me?” I mumbled, distracted.

  “I know you’ve got a secret you’re dying to let out. You might as well tell me now,” she said, looking at me keenly.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Sure you don’t. Is that why you’ve been late almost every morning these past few weeks? And why you’re wearing the same outfit you wore yesterday?” she asked.

  I looked down and notice
d that I was wearing the same grey business suit from yesterday. Damn. I’ve got to be more careful. It was so hard getting up and out of Jake’s bed this morning, I didn’t have time to go home and change before coming to work.

  “I have lots of grey suits,” I said sheepishly.

  “And they all have the same mustard stain on the right sleeve, like the one you wore yesterday?” she asked.

  “I don’t see a mustard stain,” I lied, covering up my right sleeve.

  “Uh huh. Sure,” she said dragging out the word.

  “Did I get any messages this morning?” I ask trying to change the subject.

  “Yeah, I left them on your desk right there.” She pointed to the stack of notes next to my phone. “Also, there’s a package that came for you.”

  “So early? Doesn’t the UPS guy usually come in the afternoon?”

  “This one was specially delivered,” she answered. She handed me a small brown box. It felt light to the touch, and didn’t make a sound when I shook it. The outside was plain, with no return address.

  “Did it come with a card or anything?” I asked.

  “Nope, the delivery guy just left that box.”

  “Hmm,” I murmured, placing the box on my desk. I reached for the stack of messages Allison had put near my phone and began thumbing through them.

  “Well aren’t you going to open it?” Allison asked. I knew she was dying to find out what was in the box, just like I was, but I didn’t want to open it in front of her. I had a feeling it was from Jake, and didn’t want Allison bombarding me with questions.

  “I’ll open it later. Can you get me the list of girls you put together for Jameson?” I said to get her out of my office.

  “Ugh! I’ll let you have your secrets for now,” she huffed, “But you know you’re going to tell me eventually. “

  I waited until Allison had closed the door before I reached for the brown box. What could it possibly be? I wondered. I never expected any gifts from him, and up until now he’d never given me any. I frowned, thinking about it. I didn’t like the idea of Jake buying me extravagant gifts just because I was sleeping with him. It felt dirty, and cheapened what we had. Breathing in a sigh, I reached for my letter opener and slit the tape off and unwrapped the box. Inside was a folded letter and a credit card.

  Get yourself something nice for this evening. I’ll have a car waiting for you outside your apartment at 7pm.

  -JP

  I frowned down at the note. I wasn’t comfortable with Jake leaving me his credit card like I was one of his bought women. I made a good living and could pay for my own things. On the other hand, the second part of the note got me excited, and several scenarios ran through my head. Was he taking me out on a date? Where were we going? Why did I need to dress up?

  In all the time we’d been together, we’d never gone outside of his apartment. It’d always been strictly sex. This was something entirely new. I was tempted to call him and get some answers, but knew it would just annoy him to be bothered at work. He was probably in some meeting anyway, I thought.

  I took the credit card out of the box and held it between my fingertips. A black American Express card. I’d never held one of these cards in my hands before; you had to have a net worth of $20 million just to be eligible for one. I flipped the card over, debating with myself what to do with it. After a brief hesitation, I opened the top drawer of my desk and dropped the card in there. It was tempting to just go on a shopping spree, but I knew I couldn’t use his money. I was my own woman, and I didn’t want to owe him or anyone anything. Besides, I already had the perfect dress sitting at home that I knew would be perfect for the evening.

  Chapter Nine

  I couldn’t concentrate on work or anything the rest of the day. Allison was giving me funny looks every time she passed my office. She probably thought I was losing my mind. Hell, I might have thought that too. I’d never gotten so anxious over a date before, which was ironic considering what I did for a living. Hell, I didn’t even know if this was a date to begin with. The note Jake left me was so short and cryptic. When I finally broke down and called him to clarify, his secretary told me he was in a meeting, as I suspected. I was left to sit and stew for the whole day.

  When the clock struck 5pm, I let out a grateful sigh. In two hours, I’d finally have the answers to the mystery. In the meantime, I had to get myself dolled up for tonight.

  When I got home, I headed straight to my closet and pulled out the royal blue dress that had been sitting there for years. I found the dress at a vintage shop years ago and fell in love with it at first sight. It had a sweetheart neckline with ruching down the front. The cap sleeves featured sparkly crystal accents. The back of the dress was cut in a deep vee that reached just past the shoulders.

  Once I tried on the dress in the store, I knew I had to have it. The dress fit me like a glove. It hugged my curves in all the right places and made me feel like a million bucks. Even though the price was a little steep, it wasn’t often that clothes could make me feel like that. I bought it without hesitation. In the three years I’ve had the dress, there hadn’t been any occasion special enough to wear it, until tonight.

  I laid the dress carefully on my bed and headed to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the night. It had been so long since I’d gotten dolled up for an evening out; my stomach was full of butterflies. I was about to pour myself a drink to calm my nerves when I was startled by my buzzer going off. “Thank goodness I got ready early,” I mumbled to myself as I grabbed my wrap and purse.

  “I’ll be right down,” I said into the intercom.

  “No need, you can just buzz me up.”

  “Huh? Who is this?”

  “It’s me, Jude.”

  Oh shit.

  “What are you doing here, Jude?”

  “You said I could stay with you, remember?” he answered.

  “Oh, right, I forgot that was tonight.”

  “Can you let me in?” he asked.

  “Oh yeah, sure.” I pressed the button to unlock the front door and buzzed him in. How could I have forgotten I agreed to let him stay with me? An uneasy feeling settled in my stomach. I knew that Jake and I weren’t officially dating. We weren’t even unofficially dating. Still, I didn’t think he’d like the idea of an ex-boyfriend staying with me for any extended period of time. I wasn’t very comfortable with the idea myself. I knew Jake valued his privacy and I didn’t need Jude asking any questions.

  There was a tapping on my front door that brought me out of my thoughts. I opened the door to find Jude standing there with a large duffle bag and two rolling suitcases.

  “Chloe!” he said looking me up and down, an appreciative gleam in his eye. “You look ravishing. You didn’t have to get dressed up to see me.”

  “I didn’t,” I answered a bit harsher than I intended. I stepped aside and let him into my apartment. “I didn’t know you had so much stuff with you,” I added.

  “Well, Jules kicked me out of our place and told me to take all my stuff. I had nowhere else to put it and you did say I could stay with you,” he replied.

  “Yeah yeah,” I cut in. “Listen Jude, my plans have changed. I can only let you stay here for a week.”

  “What? Why?” he asked petulantly.

  “I can’t explain. You just need to be out at the end of the week,” I answered.

  “Aw come on Chloe,” he begged. “I really need your help. I promise I’ll stay out of your hair. You won’t even know I’m here.” He dropped his duffle bag on the floor, and walked toward me. “I’m sure there’s something we can work out,” he said as he traced his fingertips against my face and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ears. I swatted his hand away and stepped back.

  “I’m sorry Jude. The best I can do is a week, and you’re lucky I even let you stay that long.”

  “But you promised,” he whined.

  “Things have changed. I’m sorry, but I can’t let you stay indefinitely. It’s time you gr
ew up and started taking responsibility for your own life.”

  Jude’s expression changed in an instant at my words. His face was distorted by an angry sneer. “Who are you to be judging me? What? You’ve got a hot date now and think you can get up on your high horse and look down on me? Don’t think you’re anything special. You know they’re just using you. You’ll be tossed to the curb in no time, and you’ll come begging me to wipe away your tears,” he spat out bitterly.

  “How dare you talk to me like that!” I replied, my voice dangerously low. “You should pick up your bags and go.”

  “Whoa wait a minute Chloe,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “You know I didn’t mean it. It’s just seeing you dressed like this looking so good...I don’t know what came over me. I guess I got a little jealous.”

  I looked at him skeptically.

  “You know me,” he pleaded. “You know I’d never hurt you. I just got desperate, but I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll have my things out in one week, if you’ll still let me stay.” He looked at me with his big brown eyes, and my heart softened. Jude was hard to hate and always had a way of weaseling himself back in.

  “Fine,” I mumbled. “You can only stay for a week. Here’s an extra copy of my key.” I placed the key on the coffee table as the buzzer rang.

  “I’ve got to go now. Make yourself at home,” I added as I gathered my things and made my way out the door.

  “What time will you be back tonight?” he asked.

  “Don’t wait up for me.”

  Chapter Ten

  The driver took the highway heading south and away from the city. It surprised me. I had expected to meet Jake at some fancy restaurant in the city.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, once he had taken an exit.

  He looked at me through the rearview mirror, his driving cap shading his eyes. “Can’t say Miss. Boss’s orders.”

  “I’ll find out soon enough,” I replied. “You might as well tell me now.”

  He shrugged his shoulders and turned his head forward to concentrate on driving. I breathed out a disappointed sigh and looked out the window at the passing scenery. My eyes weren’t really focusing as I thought about my earlier encounter with Jude. I got an uncomfortable feeling in my gut thinking about him alone in my apartment. There was a niggling voice in the back of my mind telling me it wasn’t a good idea—that I couldn’t trust him. I gave my head a tiny shake, trying to clear the negative thoughts. I should be focusing on the night ahead, I thought.