Chapter Thirty-Eight
I sat on the couch trying to figure out what to say to the man who had sparked the flames of desire in me but was also my boss. I was torn between wanting to toss everything aside to just follow the path we'd been heading down since his father's funeral and maintaining my professional demeanor so I didn't lose my job. As the war between the two raged, I felt my frustration at being trapped rising.
Trapped in a life that I hadn't chosen, but had made the best of. Trapped in a constant battle with my family. And now, trapped in a room with my boss who I desperately wanted. It all seemed like a cruel joke played by the universe, and I was sick of towing the line and being the good, responsible one.
"Jack . . ." I said as I looked up into his eyes and searched for a reason to let go. "I . . . I . . . I want . . ."
The next thing I knew, he'd leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up off the couch and into his strong embrace. He set me on the ground and ran one hand through my hair as he held me tightly against his body. I struggled for a moment, and then let go and melted into his arms.
"Leah . . ." he said as he bent his head so that his mouth was inches from mine. "I need you."
My sigh was all he needed as encouragement before he pressed his lips to mine. I let go and returned his kiss as I reached up and wound my arms around his neck. Our mouths desperately tried to do what our bodies had been aching for. I felt the need welling up in me as Jack ran his fingers through my hair and down my back.
With our lips pressed together, I began unbuttoning his shirt as he removed mine before quickly doing the same with my bra. I felt him breathe in deeply as his hands cupped my breasts and began teasing my nipples. At first he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger but, as I moaned softly into his lips, he increased the pressure until I was groaning with every squeeze. He pulled away and dipped his head so that he could capture one of them between his lips. As he licked and sucked it, I pushed his shirt down his arms and dug my nails into his bare back. I heard him inhale sharply.
In rapid succession, he stripped my pants and underwear off until I was standing stark naked in the middle of the room. Jack pushed me gently backwards until I fell on the couch, looking up at him with my legs spread.
"My God, you're so beautiful," he said as he yanked his pants down and kicked them to the side. He dropped to his knees and lightly ran his fingers up the insides of my thighs as he watched my expression.
I'd never wanted anyone so much in my whole life. When his fingers reached the soft, sensitive spot between my legs, he stopped and began lightly stroking a path from top to bottom with his thumbs. I moaned as he slowly increased the pressure before splaying my lips and sliding his fingers into the slippery wet folds.
"Oh God," I groaned as he spent long moments just stroking from top to bottom while never quiet reaching my point of pleasure. The teasing was exquisite torture, and he reveled in the way my hips involuntarily moved in time with his strokes.
"You like this, don't you?" he whispered as he stopped and traced a cruel path around the outer edge before dipping back down and slipping a finger inside me.
"Oh yes," I sighed as I pushed my hips forward, trying to force him in deeper. He pulled back, keeping just out of reach and frustrating me beyond belief.
"Mmm, you're so wet," he observed as he dragged his fingers lazily up to spread the wetness around before rubbing just enough to elicit a deep groan from me.
"Jack, please!" I begged as I pushed my hips up to meet his fingers. "Please!"
"Please what?" he said, bending forward to give me a soft kiss before pulling back to await my answer.
"Please, I want you," I begged again. "I need you."
"I want you, too," he said as he slid his hand across my skin and squeezed my nipple as his fingers slid into me once again. I thought I was going to lose my mind as he teased my g-spot with his fingers. "I want you to come for me, Leah."
He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth as he buried his fingers deeper inside me, stroking as he sucked. I let loose with what felt like one continuous moan as his thumb pressed harder and his fingers dived deeper and deeper. He stroked me insistently and I felt myself getting perilously close to the edge.
"Let go, Leah," he urged as he lifted his head and kissed me deeply. As his tongue probed mine, I felt the wave of pleasure begin to roll deep inside me, and I let go.
Two more strokes and my body was swept up in the orgasm. I let go as it washed over me. I moaned into Jack's lips as I contracted around his fingers. As I came down from the high, I looked up at him watching me and gave him a quizzical look as he pulled his hand away.
"Why stop?" I asked. "You didn't join me."
"No condoms," he said with a shrug and a grin. "I didn't want to miss that just because I wasn't prepared."
"I appreciate that," I said smiling gratefully. "That's one thing I do not need to add to the mix right now, but about you . . ."
I looked at him with a playful grin as I sat up and ran my fingers down his chest. He raised an eyebrow as I reached between his legs and wrapped my fingers around his engorged erection.
"Oh my," he said as I began squeezing.
"Indeed," I replied as I let go and brought my hand up to his mouth and instructed him, "Lick it."
He did as I asked and soon my hand was sliding up and down his shaft as he groaned. With my other hand I reached up and grabbed a fist full of his dark, curly hair, bringing his mouth down to mine so I could kiss him hard. I could feel his body tensing as I stroked up and down, harder and faster, and the release of pre-cum made my hand slick and slippery.
"Oh God," he moaned as I teased the tip with my thumb before stroking the underside. "Leah, I'm going to . . ."
He jerked in my hand and bit down on my lip as he released. I cried out in pain but held firm as I coaxed him to ride his own wave of pleasure. His lips softened, and he wrapped his arms around me as I felt him start to soften in my hand.
"That was a little quicker than I usually like," he said sheepishly.
"I didn't even notice," I replied as I kissed the side of his face and enjoyed the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
He climbed up onto the couch and pulled me on top of him, wrapping his arms around me as he held me tightly against his bare chest.
"Are you okay?" he said as he twisted a strand of my hair around his finger.
"Mmm-hmm," I nodded as I rubbed my cheek against his chest and inhaled his musky scent. "I'm more than okay. Are you okay?"
"Oh yes," he said softly. "I'm definitely more than okay."
"We're still locked in this office, you know," I said bringing us back to reality.
"I know, I'm not sure what to do about that, but I'm sure we will figure a way to get ourselves out," he said caressing my back. "Or we'll wait until they find us. Either way, I'm okay with us being trapped here together."
I didn't quite know how to respond since my brain was swirling with all of the disastrous possibilities that could occur now that I'd officially had sex with my boss. Would I lose my job? What would happen to Riley? What would happen to me? The anxiety set in, and I could feel it building inside me.
"Leah?" Jack said. "What are you thinking?"
"Do you think we could pick the lock?" I said, pushing myself up as I looked around the room for an implement that might work.
"Oh, okay, sure," he said. I could feel his confusion at my sudden shift, but I was intently focused on trying to get us released from our prison before anyone discovered what we had done. "Let's get dressed and see what we can find."
I was up off the couch like a shot and back in my clothes in minutes. I dug through the new desk drawers and was surprised to find that they were already full of office supplies. I chose a few that I thought might work and handed them to Jack.
"What am I supposed to do with these?" he asked in a slightly irritated tone as he finished buttoning his shirt.
"Pick the lock," I said.
"Do I look like MacGyver?" he asked with a wry grin.
"Okay, good point," I said looking at the door and realizing that the hinges were on the inside. "Let's take the hinges off!"
"Now, that I can do," he nodded as he took the letter opener from me and began loosening the screws that held the hinges together. In short order, he'd taken out the hinges and we'd pulled the door away from the frame.
"Nice work, MacGyver!" I laughed as I headed for my old office to grab my things. "We need to get home, or your mother and Riley will be calling the cops on us."
"God forbid they do that," he muttered as he nodded and headed for the stairs. "I'll meet you at the car in a few minutes."
Once he'd left the office, I took a deep breath and flopped down into my desk chair, wondering what in the world was going to happen next.