NINE - WILL

I HAD TWO YACHTS, SEVEN cars and a helicopter. I had a house big enough to get lost in (and I had, twice), a penthouse that looked out over the Thames, and enough watches to wear a different one every day of the month.

None of that made me a tenth as happy as seeing Jen smile at me when I came down into the kitchen.

It had been like this all week. All the things I had no longer seemed to matter. What mattered was cooking the bacon and wearing one of my shirts, nothing else, the underfloor heating doing a fine job of keeping her toes warm on the tiles. She looked good in my shirt. She looked good in everything she wore.

Even Robert had commented on her. “You’re happy,” he said on Friday, as he buttoned his coat. I’d emerged from my office a little after eight, knowing that Jen would be downstairs waiting for me to whisk her home.

“I suppose I am,” I replied, forcing a frown onto my face. “Don’t think it means you can start walking over me.”

“It’s that woman, isn’t it?”

No one else could get away with asking a question like that but I didn’t mind it coming from the nearest thing I had to a confidant at work. “It might be,” I said as we walked across the floor to the lift. “What do you know about her?”

“That she thinks the world of you.”

That sentence remained with me long after I caught up with Jen. She thought the world of me, he’d said, and I guessed he was right.

In the days following, Jen ended up at my place more and more often.

This morning was the second time I’d woken to the smell of her cooking. It reminded me of being little.

We didn’t have much growing up but once a week, no matter what, my mother would get hold of some bacon. The smell always took me back.

I sometimes reflected on how much things had changed. I used to think that if I had money, everything would be all right. I’d be able to buy Mum a house, stop the awful knocks on the door that always sent her into a panic. That was the kicker that kept me going when I was exhausted, working every hour I could to get the business off the ground, knowing that it would mean security for the family.

Those days were long gone but until I met Jen, I hadn’t realised something important. I hadn’t realised that I’d replaced one stress with another.

I had wanted to have money to look after those around me but in order to get money, I had to let them slip away from me, ignore their calls, reject the invitations to weddings and christenings and even birthday parties. I was just too busy.

They stayed in touch, but I didn’t get invited to things anymore. I hadn’t minded for a long time, I was too busy working to care about anything, I was in the rhythm of running my empire, telling myself that soon I’d slow down, get back in touch with them, reconnect and all would be well. It just never seemed to happen.

Then Jen came along and I started to think. Maybe it wasn’t boredom I’d been feeling, maybe it was fear of being alone, of cutting so many ties that I had no one left, no true friends or family. They all saw me as the cold hard business bastard, an image that had worked in my favour in every merger and acquisition meeting. But there was more to me than a suit and a few billion in the bank. I had come to realise I wanted something more, something that no amount of money could buy. A connection with someone, someone real who wasn’t just after my money.

That was Jen. I hadn’t known I’d wanted her until she came along and I did want her. My house was lit up when she was there, drab without her. All in a few short days.

I walked downstairs, making a mental note to ring my mother, to see if she wanted to meet up sometime. Then I saw Jen placing a plate on the table. She smiled when she saw me, returning to the coffee machine, her ass peeking out from under my shirt.

I marched over and squeezed her rear, nuzzling myself into the back of her neck. “Good morning,” she said, letting out a sigh as my lips grazed her ear. “Sleep well?”

“All the better for having you here.”

It was sickening really but it was true. I was glad of her company, more than I could put into words.

“You softie,” she said as she twisted in place. “Coffee?”

“I’d rather have you.”

I couldn’t help it, she brought out the animal in me just with a look from those big round eyes of hers. And that ass, it looked so damn spankable.

I pressed my lips to hers, feeling the warmth of her skin against me, making me ache for her. We’d fucked twice last night before falling asleep in each other’s arms but I was hungry for more. I was hungry for her.

She pointed at my seat and I did as I was told while she brought the coffee over. “I was thinking of taking the day off,” I said nonchalantly. “Want to join me?”

“I would,” she replied with a smile. “But my boss wouldn’t be too happy.”

“Fuck him.”

“I do.”

She giggled as we started to eat. I kept glancing up at her, marvelling at just how sexy she looked. She’d not touched her hair or her make up but she still managed to look incredible.

“What?” she asked, seeing me staring at her. “What is it?”

“I’m just thinking how lucky I am.”

“That’s funny, I was thinking the same thing.”

“Although my coffee wasn’t as hot as it should be.”

“Oh no,” she said playfully, getting to her feet. “Am I in trouble?”

“Afraid so,” I said, following her to the counter top. She leaned over it, the shirt sliding up her hips as I raised my hand ready.

I was the luckiest man in the world, getting to spank her whenever I wanted to, getting to turn her ass red while she shrieked with delight, making me so hard it hurt.

I slapped my palm down onto her buttocks, loving the echoing smack reverberating around the room as she glanced back over her shoulder.

“Harder,” she growled. “Do it to me.”

I smacked her ass again but I couldn’t wait any longer, fiddling with my fly to get my cock out into the air.

With her expecting another spank, the feel of my rough fingers on her pussy made her moan in anguished surprise.

I smeared her wetness around, delving into her to make sure she was ready before plunging myself straight in, grabbing her hips to drive all the way home without a moment’s pause.

She groaned. “I’ll never get used to how big you are.”

I smiled, she could never say that too often. It did my ego the world of good.

Pulling back, I slammed home again, then I slowed, taking my time, grinding against her while she began to rock back onto me, using my length to bring herself pleasure. I looked down, not tiring of the sight of my cock vanishing into her soaking pussy as she brought herself to a climax that made my ears ring, her screams were that loud.

I could feel her muscles contracting around me and I looked at her ass, knowing I had to take it.

She seemed to know because when I used her juices to lubricate her tiny pink hole, she just stayed still, not moving a muscle, sighing slightly as I nudged the tip of my finger into her ass, my cock still buried in her pussy.

Pulling out of her, I took hold of my shaft and brushed it up between her buttocks. “I’m going to take your ass,” I said. “Are you ready?”

“Be gentle,” she said, her voice quivering, making my cock twitch.

I’d be gentle, at first. But I knew her, I knew once I was in, she’d fuck as hard as me, that she was as dirty as I was.

I lifted myself up a little, the tip of my cock pressing towards her ass. At first, nothing gave. “Relax it,” I commanded. “Don’t clench.”

I tried again and this time, I was able to push hard enough to get an inch into her. She groaned, sounding as if she might be in pain. I paused, waiting to see how she reacted but she got impatient just as I knew she would. “Get in my ass,” she said, pushing back slowly.

I stayed still, revelling in the tightness as she drew me in. It took a while but eventually I was all the way in her ass and more turned on than I’d ever been, she gripped me so firmly.

I started to rock in place, loving the feel of being in her, how taboo it felt with someone so innocent.

“How does that feel?” I asked, burying myself all the way inside.

“So full,” she said. “You’re so big.”

“It’s all for you,” I replied, gliding back and forth, gradually picking up speed.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered, reaching under herself, finding her clit and stroking it frantically.

I could tell when she was close, the clenching of her muscles making it harder to keep up the frenetic pace I wanted. I slammed home again and again until she let out a cry of joy. “I’m coming!” she screamed and the sound of her sweet voice saying that tipped me over the edge. I drove home a last time and then grunted as I came, spurting into her ass, filling her up in that hole for the first time.

I panted heavily, waiting until my breath had recovered before sliding out of her. She stayed bent over, giving me a perfect view of her ass. I drank in the sight for sometime before finally taking her by the hand and drawing her to me, wrapping my arms around me. “Your boss insists you take the day off,” I said before kissing her. “And that you let him take you back to bed right this instant.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice weak, her cheeks flushed. She still looked dazed by the time we climbed back into bed, me unable to believe I’d been so lucky, not knowing that all my happiness would come crashing down around my ears just twenty-four hours later.