Belong to You(19)

"Good morning." His voice was raspy and deep and sexy as hell.

"Hungry?" I smiled at him.

"Starving." His tone told me we might not be speaking about the same  thing. He made no attempt to move into the kitchen, appearing content in  watching me.

"You just going to stand there and watch me?" One eyebrow arched questioning.

"I am." The corner of his mouth turned slightly up, hinting at a smile.

I shook my head and laughed, turning my attention back to the stove. He  didn't move from his position until I placed our plates on the table.

We sat together at the table and ate our breakfast and it felt so normal  and right. "How did you know where I lived?" So many unanswered  questions rattled through my brain.

"Your personnel file."

My face clearly showed my astonishment. "If you own half of the Heston, I  guess that does technically make you my employer, doesn't it?"

"It does." He made no attempt to hide his lack of feeling guilty for  using his position for his personal needs. The hesitant, insecure man  from the night before was gone and confident, alpha Jack was back with a  vengeance.

"I take it you didn't know I was performing at the conference?"

"Definitely not."

"Why did your father hire me?"

"I have no idea. I've got a call into the resort in Honolulu to find out if he made contact with anyone there."

The Hawaii resort had never crossed my mind. But it dawned on me as he  answered that we had stayed at one of the hotels he owned, explaining  why everyone had known his name. I stood to clear the table and Jack  grabbed my arm, gently pulling me into his lap.

"I like your t-shirt." He looked down at me on his lap, my t-shirt rode  up over my skimpy underwear. His warm hand cautiously moved to my thigh.  As always, his touch sent a jolt through my body. I needed to separate  my body from his or we would never have that talk.

"Yankees fan?" I jumped out of his lap, it was obvious what I was doing and he seemed amused at the reaction that I was having.

"Now I am." His voice was low and gravely and I felt his eyes burning  into my back as I stood with my back to him rinsing the dishes. I took  my time, hoping the fire inside me would quell with distance.         

     



 

Jack knew what I was doing and wasn't going to allow it. I felt the heat  from his body behind me and his breath on my neck. He stood with his  front to my back, only inches separating us.

"Can I touch you Syd?" I knew it must have been difficult for him to ask  permission, Jack wasn't the type of man that asked, he took what he  wanted.

My mind was foggy from his close proximity and my answer came out breathless. "Yes."

His hand brushed over my breast and I had to grip the edge of the  counter to keep my weak knees from buckling. The man made me feel like a  teenager getting touched for the first time.

Unlike last time, his touch was soft and gentle, but it turned me on no  less. He kneaded my tender breasts and circled my nipples. His thumb  brushing gently over my stiff peaks. Jack pushed his body firmly against  my back and I felt his hardness up against my ass. A moan escaped from  deep in my throat and I heard Jack growl.

His lips trailed kisses up and down the back of my neck then he licked  his way to my ear. He nibbled my lobe and his hot fast breath sent a  wave of pleasure from my ear down to my already swollen clit.

One of his hands found its way to my sex and my legs widened shamelessly  at his unspoken command. I was aroused and panting as one hand hovered  near my clit while the other pinched at my swollen nipples.

"I love how wet you get form me" Jack whispered in my ear as he slid his hand beneath my panties and pushed into me carefully.

I was glad that he was behind me and couldn't see my face. He couldn't  see that I closed my eyes and allowed myself to surrender to his touch. I  knew he liked to watch me come, but he was making it all about me that  morning.

My back arched, pushing my ass further into his hard cock and  unintentionally giving him better access. His finger stroked in and out  of me and then he pulled out and pushed back into me with two fingers. I  moaned and he responded by plunging into me faster and deeper. My hips  made small circles, thrusting into his hand as he finger fucked me with  the hands of a man that knew a woman's body.

I was panting and mindless and my knees began to buckle beneath me. Jack  moved his hand at my breast to around my waist, taking a firm grip on  me as he felt my body start to surrender to its weight. He was breathing  heavy too as he spoke, "I have you baby, give in to it." His thumb  moved to cover my clit and he rubbed in gently but firm circles.

My body tightened and I screamed out as I came while he pushed his  fingers in and out of me over and over again in a steady rhythm.

Jack held me as I came down from my orgasm and then allowed my raised  t-shirt to fall back down around me. He kissed the back of my neck  lovingly and turned me around to face him, pulling me into a hug with my  head pressed against his chest. I loved the feel of him holding me  tenderly.

After a few minutes, he pulled back to look at me, "We still need to talk." His lips pressed to my forehead in a gentle kiss.

"But I didn't take care of you yet." My answer was sheepish.

"Feeling you come for me is taking care of me." Jack pushed a lock of hair behind my air tenderly.

"That's sweet, but it doesn't help with that." I looked down at the bulge in his pants and smiled.

He laughed lightheartedly and planted a chaste kiss on my lips. "True,  if you still want to take care of me after we talk, then I'll let you."  He held me tight and I had a sick feeling in my stomach that he knew it  might be the last time he held me.



I decided to shower before we sat down to talk. I needed to clear my  head after our morning interlude in the kitchen. Jack showered after me,  while I did a half ass job of blow drying my hair and threw on a little  mascara. I watched in the reflection in the mirror as he came out of  the bathroom wrapped in only a towel. I didn't think I would ever get  used to how beautiful the man was. Everything about him was just so damn  masculine and sexy. His body was worthy of worship and I knew that he  worked hard at maintaining it. God just didn't make creatures look like  that, shit like that came from a lot of hours in the gym.

I was frozen in the mirror when he dropped the towel and pulled on the  jeans from the night before without anything underneath. He still had a  full erection and, oddly, I found it endearing that he hadn't taken care  of it in the shower. I was so caught up in feasting on his body with my  eyes, that I didn't notice he was watching me watch him through the  mirror. He lifted his arms over his head to put on his shirt and all of  the muscles in his shoulders and pecks flexed. "If you keep looking at  me like that, we aren't going to have that talk today." He pulled the  shirt down over his flat stomach, obscuring my view of his sexy as hell  happy trail.         

     



 

Shit. He had caught me when my mouth had been literally hanging open. I  was just glad that I wasn't actually drooling when I was caught. His  sexy eyes were dark and I was certain he wanted me as bad as I wanted  him. But I needed to have a clear head when we spoke and figure out what  was going on between us. "Full of yourself aren't you?"

I watched as he walked up behind me in the mirror and put his hands on  my shoulders. His eyes never left mine in the mirror as he leaned down  to whisper in my ear. "I'd much rather be filling you baby." His words  sent a shiver down my spine and he knew my body reacted to him.

"Well let's get this talk over with then, shall we?" I was teasing, but  the smile vanished from his face. He was nervous about our talk and it  made me scared of what I was about to hear.

We sat down in the living room. I curled my feet up underneath me on the  couch and he sat across from me in the chair. "So do I get ten more  questions?" I tried to break the tension in the room with a teasing  first question. He smiled but the smile didn't make it up to his eyes.

"What do you know about me and my work Syd?" His voice was serious.

"Well, I know that you own 51% of the Heston Hotel chain, you pointed that out to your father backstage last week."

"I do. My grandfather started the hotel chain and gave my father 49%  when he was old enough to get involved in the business. Then when he  died, he left 49% to me and 2% to my mother. We had all expected that my  mother's will would leave both my father and I each 1% when she died,  so that we were equal partners, but she didn't. She left me the 2%,  giving me controlling interest in the hotels. I didn't think she knew  about my father's affairs when she was alive, but after her will was  read, I realized that she did."

Wow, there was a lot of screwed up information there, but that didn't  sound like something that would send me running for the hills. "I take  it your father wasn't happy about your having more control of the  business then him?"