He laid down on her, as he fucked her from behind. The feel of her tight ass against his hard abs alone made him drunk with passion. And then that magnificent feel of his penis inside her pussy, caught him unprepared. He knew it would feel great. He was expecting their usual wonderfulness. But he didn’t know it would feel so tender and sweet too.
“Baby,” he kept saying as he did her. “Baby.”
He made it sound like the most melodic word in the world to Jenay.
“My baby.”
He fucked her for a long time. She came, but he kept on fucking her. He came, but his strokes would not cease. Jenay understood. She understood that it was more than just sex to Charles. It was possessiveness. As if he was marking his territory. As if he had no more points to prove, but he was proving more anyway.
By the time he had pounded her relentlessly, and he once again had no more points to prove, she felt as if she was fully and completely his. They were both so overwhelmed with emotion that they could hardly speak. He got off her, and laid beside her. And they stayed that way, their hands interlocked, their hearts still racing, until they both had found a way to accept the beauty of their new way of life, and fall asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The next day, Charles was in his office. It was an unusually quiet morning of work for him. He was able to work peacefully in his office for nearly three straight hours before any interruptions whatsoever. It had turned out to be a very good night with Jenay, as if they had turned over a wonderful new leaf, and it was shaping up to be a very good morning.
And then his cell phone rang. It rang for the first time that morning. When he looked at the Caller ID, and saw that the call was coming from the Jericho Jail, he almost ignored it. But it had been four days now. He answered.
“Dad? It’s me.”
“What do you want, Donald.”
“You’ve got to get me out of here, Dad. I can’t take this another day. You’ve got to put up the bail!”
“I’m not putting up anything. I told you that.”
“But I don’t like it here! I don’t want to t be here.”
“You should have thought about that before you beat your pregnant wife.”
“Just pay the bail. Please? They made it three-hundred-thousand just because I’m your son.”
“They made it three-hundred-thousand because you nearly killed that girl, and the baby. She’s in the hospital still in Intensive Care. You’d better stop worrying about making bail, and start praying she doesn’t die.”
“She’s not going to die. But I will if I have to stay in this horrific place.”
Charles shook his head. His son was so immature it was astounding to him. “I’ve got to go, Donald. Talk to you later.”
“You can get me out on bail. You know you can.”
“Goodbye, Donald.”
“You got that thief bitch out on bail, but you can’t get me out? Your own son? What about me!”
Charles ended the call. He knew he should have never answered it in the first place.
Moments later, as if that phone call got the ball rolling, another interruption. “Excuse me, sir,” his secretary said as she opened his office door, “but Ms. Ridge is here to see you.”
Charles hesitated. Abby never came to his office. Not ever. And he didn’t like her starting now. But he needed to set her straight anyway. “Send her in,” he said.
She came in, and closed the door behind her. Other than Jenay, she was still the most beautiful woman in Jericho to him. Like him, she was almost forty now, and that age was beginning to show, but not even years could take away an ounce of her beauty. She was also discreet. Legendarily discreet. She was any man’s asset, including his for many years. But not anymore.
“Have a seat,” he said, when she began heading toward his desk.
He used to stand when she entered a room. The fact that he did not this time spoke mountains to her. But she didn’t quiver about it. She had far more pressing matters to attend with him. She sat down in front of his desk.
“It’s been a while, Charles,” she said. “Over three months, to be exact.”
Charles remembered their last night together. A sex-filled night that got almost too rough. He leaned back. “What do you want?”
“I want to know why you haven’t been over. I want to know why you haven’t mentioned to me about this new lady you supposedly have in your life. She’s the talk of the town, you know.”
“I don’t know and I don’t care.”
“Her arrest was the hot topic for days.”
Charles didn’t respond to that.
Abby hated when he treated her this way. “She stole jewels from your hotel guests, yet you keep her around?”