Ireland
Sitting cross-legged in my office that Jensen decked out all by himself as a surprise, I swiveled in my turquoise faux-leather chair with a cup of coffee in my hands. That practice had often helped me clear my head—not too fast or too much that I got dizzy—when things stumped me. It was like recess; playing on a piece of playground equipment. And at that moment, I had been trying to pair some top-notch vendors with a funky So-Ho shop for a charity function and my mother had been buzzing me with text messages and phone calls. My spinning may have been more of an attempt to ignore her and hope that she would give up. It appeared that wasn’t to be, so I stopped and lifted my phone from my glass desk with crisscrossed, brushed-nickel legs, and clicked on the screen.
“Hello, Mother,” I said, putting my feet back down on a large, zebra-print rug placed under my desk which covered a good portion of the wood parquet flooring that was throughout the house, except for the bathrooms. “Sorry, I was working and couldn’t talk.” Not a total lie. “What’s up?”
“Ireland, you should come to dinner and at least meet him before we have to renegotiate our contract.” I could hear a soft, pleading tone in my mother’s voice.
“You signed an actual contract?” I exclaimed louder and in a tone that said “what the fuck,” which I would never say in front of my parents, ever. Gaining a bit of control, I stated calmly, a fact that couldn’t be denied, “Let me remind you that I am married so there is no reason to meet him.”
“You could tell your side of the story.”
“My story. You make it sound like I would be on trial for committing a crime.” There was no mistaking a big sigh escaping from my mother and I instantly felt horrible. I know they meant well, but… Maybe if they gave me some options and believed in me as a person… Shit! “I’m sorry, Mother. I never intended to hurt you. I had no idea that it was more about the business and less about my age and lifetime obligations according to family tradition.”
“No, I’m sorry, Ireland. We shouldn’t have used you the way we attempted. Old world traditions need to stop…” I couldn’t agree more because I refused to use that practice with my future children. “…but we already agreed and announcements were made and now we have some cleanup to do.” Another exaggerated sigh could be heard on the other end of the line. “You go enjoy your husband and we will handle the rest.”
The feeling of guilt hit me, but I could not go. “Mother, things will all work out fine and if the company needs help—” I bit my lip, then threw my shoulders back, sat up a little taller, and continued, “You know, I do have connections with all levels of commerce and marketing. I have paired up some pretty impressive companies—” I let my words slip away. What was I doing? Rubbing more salt into her wound. “Try to have a good time, Mother. I’m sure there will be another solution.”
That was pretty much the end of our conversation as she needed to go get ready and I had to get cleaned up and start thinking about making or ordering dinner for my husband. I giggled to myself every time I thought about marrying him and living our fantasy life in a little remaining bubble. Some fantasy I looked like at that moment. Jensen didn’t need to see the real crazy-busy woman that I had turned into lately—working from home, conducting business in my pajamas.
Wrapping up a few more items on my agenda, I shutdown my computer, and headed for a much needed shower. Fluffy, shiny hair teamed with subtle makeup was what I envisioned Jensen seeing when he walked through the door. Maybe heels and a slinky dress too, I thought to myself as I scrubbed, shampooed, and shaved. Water off, I stepped out of the stall and looked at my phone on the counter—that was providing a variety of music loudly—and saw that I had plenty of time if I hurried. That’s exactly what I did—blow dryer out, mascara, lip tint, perfume, and a magical hair curling wand to give a sexy, wavy look.
I was right on track minus clothes when I heard my name shouted. “Ireland?” I love to hear him say my name. “Are you home?”
Coming around the corner, I was thrilled to see the extremely handsome man that possessed that masculine tone—that was forever welcoming to my ears—walking into our bedroom. Damn! He looked amazing in his fitted suit minus a tie… and even better out of it. I was happy that I hadn’t gotten dressed and was still sporting a towel that I may have contemplated dropping as he neared me.
I was pretty sure he could read the smirk on my face by his words, “No time for that.” Stilling my hands from unwrapping the plush cloth, I waited to hear what would prompt him to stop me from revealing my goody bits. “I’m taking you out to dinner. Get dressed in something fancy.” He leaned forward, kissed my forehead, and moved toward the walk-in closet. “I need to find a tie.”
“Wow!” I knew he avoided ties as much as possible. “Must be a special occasion or a place that requires a tie.” I followed him and took the silk fabric from his hand, after I lifted his collar. I had learned as a young girl the importance of tying a man’s tie as I had seen my mother perform the task for my father several times. My mother said it made a gentleman feel special…and it came in handy when I briefly attended a prep school that required all students to wear one. I had mastered a few different knots thanks to a step-by-step tutorial video I found online…and I taught a few of my fellow students some of them. But nothing compared to slipping a tie around Jensen’s lickable neck.
“I love when you do that,” he said, looking down at my fingers as I completed a perfect Windsor knot. “You make me feel special…” I looked up into his dark brown eyes, patting his broad chest. “…and calm.” I smiled and he captured my mouth so yummily that I couldn’t keep myself from moaning and flinging myself fully against his body, causing the towel to slip to the floor. “You aren’t playing fair, Ireland.” Jensen let out a sexy groan.
With a little giggle, I breathlessly responded to him, “You have no idea…I can make you feel even more special.” Then I flipped his tie over his shoulder and slipped out of his grip, letting my knees hit the furry white rug topping the floor of the closet. In front of him, I unbuckled his belt, unhooked the top of his pants, and pulled the zipper down.
“Ireland…umm…” He never finished what I imagined was a protest that we didn’t have time.
Instead, his long fingers wove their way through my freshly waved hair as I licked up his length, once I had freed him. Taking him into one of my hands, I held him firmly and continued to explore his girth with my tongue. I was sometimes amazed that it fit inside of my tight warmth that was extremely wet with excitement. Moaning softly, licking, nibbling, and kissing every glorious inch, I rounded the crown, tasting his pre-cum, and felt my nipples pebble. How was pleasing him exciting me to the point that I felt tingles that threatened to build to an orgasm? With just a little help from him…or myself, I was sure to explode.
I had never touched myself with a man present but suddenly the idea seemed delectable and naughty. Jensen had me feeling, doing, and thinking about things I had never thought about actually executing. Sure I read about them in romance books, but with my lack of the total experience in the bedroom, I was often in virgin territory.
Shamelessly, my mouth sucked most of his length toward the back of my throat, and then slipped him almost all the way out. Over and over I continued this same move and his hands seemed to grip me a little tighter as if he wanted me to stay where I was, doing what I was doing. I wanted him to come completely undone with the magic of my mouth. I wanted him to tell me that no one had ever done it better. I wanted him to want me in his life forever and to say that he could never get enough of me. All of the things I had read in steamy literature.
I’m not sure if I imagined it or not, but I was pretty sure he breathlessly panted words that sounded like some of the phrases that I longed to hear. They spurred me on to remove my hand from his length and caress his family jewels along with my rhythmic up and down sucking. His increased moans and groans, had me wondering if I should’ve started down beyond with my mouth and worked my way up. I stopped guessing myself when I heard “so close” as if it was a warning, but for me it was a signal, that had me wanting to join him. That was the moment when I went back to holding him firmly again with one hand while I moved my free hand down between my legs.
“That’s so fucking hot, don’t stop,” he panted and I wasn’t sure if he was talking about what I was doing to him or myself as I saw that he had tilted his head down to look at me.
Whichever he meant, I did not disappoint as I finished us both off—even swallowing like a professional. Proud of myself, I released him with a pop, licked my lips, and stood up with a big grin on my face. “Are you sure we can’t stay home?”
“No, my hot, naughty girl…” He chastely kissed my lips before tucking himself back in. “…we have to make an appearance.” I wasn’t really paying attention to his words, as I wondered if he didn’t want to kiss me because he had just been in my mouth…or more like exploded in my mouth. I got my answer within seconds when he pulled me into his arms for a toe-curling kiss that didn’t last nearly long enough as he pulled away and instructed me. “Get dressed and nothing too sexy…leave that for later when we get back to worshipping your body.” And with a wink, he was out of the closet and I was rushing to get ready so we could hurry up and get back home.