Belong to You(35)

“Good morning.” I spoke quietly; suddenly aware that I was still only wearing my old Yankee t-shirt that barely covered my ass. Michael was a diehard Red Sox fan and hated the t-shirt, which was probably why I had made it into my official pajamas most nights since moving to New York.

“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.#p#分页标题#e#

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.