Heat Exchange(13)

"Yeah."

"But when?'

"Oh, last week sometime. I don't remember."

"Oh. You saw him last week?"

"Yeah. Janey, honestly. I've known the dude for years. Of course you never know, but we move in the same circles and I'd have heard a whisper of something if he ever got rough. He's cool."

"Oh."

"Also, we've been fucking since, when, March? No, Brian, I'm not talking about you. Go stick your head in a coffee grinder. Yeah, so—you've banged him by now, right?"

"Nyall? Uh—no."

"What? No?" Amy paused. "Huh. Well, when you do you'll see what I mean. He's easygoing. No pressure. He's into casual sex and great orgasms. Staggering orgasms. He'll never lose his cool."

"I see."

"Is that everything? You need anything else right now?"

Janey's mind raced frantically. "Um…why do you think he'd mind me talking about his real estate holdings and how successful he is?"

"Oh, well, I guess that could do it. Ask him about his wife sometime."

"His—oh, his ex-wife."

"Yeah. Kind of a greedy bitch. Stereotype, right? But true. She told him he was a selfish bastard. So if you called him selfish or anything like that…"

"I didn't!" Janey said. "I just said he was out of my league."

"Well, then, I wouldn't worry about it."

"I wish I knew why he's taken me on," Janey muttered.

"You want me to ask him next time I see him? I think we're having coffee the week after next."

"No!" Janey said. "That's, uh, that's okay. I know I'm kind of a charity case. I guess I should just thank my lucky stars for this chance."

"Definitely. He's hot. Okay, talk to you later."

"Later, Amy."

Janey leaned on the steering wheel glumly. Then she sighed and put the car in gear and drove to Nyall's place.

***

"Sorry that took so long," she called out as she walked in the door, arms straining with the weight of eight bulging shopping bags.

There was no answer. She walked quickly to the kitchen and set down the bags. Hesitantly she wandered around peering into doorways until she heard him.

Nyall was standing in his office talking on his phone. His eyes gleamed and he waved her in. He continued to talk, walking toward her.

Janey was a little surprised. She made an "I-have-groceries-to-put-away" gesture, but he didn't seem to understand or even pay attention. He dug into his pocket and took out a headset, then attached it to his phone, which he shoved in his pocket. Now with his hands free, he stood in front of Janey and grasped the bottom of her t-shirt.

It hit her what he was about to do barely a moment before her arms went up and the t-shirt was pried over her head.

Her bra came loose with a quick snap of the front clasp, making her breasts fall. Nyall slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders and let the garment drop to the floor. He cupped her breasts briefly before he started to unbutton her jeans.

"Fine," he said, and for a disconcerting moment she forgot he was speaking into the headset. "If they don't show up, call their Toronto office. They'll track 'em down." He crouched down, sliding the jeans down her hips, taking her panties with them. He tapped her leg until she stepped out of them, prying off her shoes as he went.

That quickly, without interrupting his phone conversation, he'd undressed her completely, she realized. She was standing in front of him completely naked.

"No, I don't think so. Only if they're bluffing, and I frankly doubt it. We went through all of that back in July way before the fiscal year ended and the books were still on the table. My sense was they can't afford false posturing."

Nyall's hand slid up her legs as he rose, trailing into the curly damp hairs between Janey's legs. His finger probed her cleft, found her clit, and rubbed slickly. Janey clung wildly to him, searching his face, but he just smiled and shook his head, his attention on his conversation.

"They want it. What they don't want is Steppecourt Industries butting in. Right. You're getting it now. So we just play to that."

Janey arched, because he'd just stuck a finger deep inside her pussy. She stood there trembling and bewildered.

"Okay. Three. Thanks. Remember, Alfred's your man. Yes, even now." He was walking Janey backwards the whole time and she felt herself come up short against the wall.

The phone beeped and Janey watched him tuck the headset away in his pocket with his free hand. "Nyall?" she said nervously. "What are you—"

Nyall's eyes targeted her face as his finger thrust deep. She felt his knuckles press in and then his fist shoved upward, moving Janey straight up the wall. Basically raising her by her pussy several inches till her feet didn't even touch the floor.

"Uh," she cried, clueless as to what one was supposed to say when one was perched solely on a man's penetrating finger.

"Shopping done?" he said affably.

Through her arousal came one bizarre thought. He must be in seriously good shape to hold her up this way with one hand. His biceps were bulging but his arm wasn't even shaking.

"Um-mm. Yes. I still have to—um—put the groceries away."

"Soon. You've stretched out nicely, Janey. When I finally pop your cherry, I don't think it should hurt one bit."

"Nyall—"

"But I'd better get another finger in there to be sure. Ready?"

"Oh, gosh, oh, my God," she panted.

"I have long fingers, but you're taking it all. Maybe my cock will even fit all the way."

He pressed her against the wall with his hips while the finger filling her withdrew a bit and then she felt even more pressure squeezing into her and her eyes almost bugged out.

It was on the verge of painful, but then it felt unbelievably good.

With the fingers he'd inserted stretching her to capacity, he brushed his lips over her mouth and at the same time his thumb passed over her clit.

"Come now," he said against her lips. "Hard as you can."

Janey screamed as a pleasure rocket exploded inside her. Those fingers pumped upward, tossed her on his hand. She twisted helplessly on them, biting her lip, and suddenly there was a pinching on her right nipple and everything became more intense. "N-n-n-yall!"

"Well, fuck, Janey." His whole body was up against her now, one hand kneading her breast, the other pounding into her at the juncture of her thighs, his teeth nipping her shoulder.

He swung her around and she was all but falling, her head cushioned by his arm as they landed. She heard the bump of his elbow on the hardwood floor as they slid a foot or so over the gleaming surface. Then he was all over her, kissing her mouth and finger-fucking her pussy and rubbing himself on her leg. And the orgasm drew out.

When she finally calmed down, he was still thrusting, still kissing her, and that kept on for a while. Janey was dazed by the time Nyall finally managed to gather himself together, limbs pulling away. With obvious effort he succeeded in rolling off her completely, clutching his groin and cursing.

"I want you," he bit out. "I fucking want you."

"Um," she said. "You can have me."

"Not like this. You need—you need gentle and slow. Dammit, Janey, why were you gone so long?" His breathing was harsh.

"I called your girlfriend. Your mistress. Amy."

"What?" He froze, staring incredulously. "You called Amy?"

"Yes, I needed advice."

"Advice." He shook his head as though to clear it. "What kind of advice do you need from Amy of all people?"

"I was scared of you a little bit. What you said. I didn't know if it was safe. So I called her."

"Oh, Christ." He laughed shakily. "What did she say?"

"That you had sex with her recently, last week in fact. I think you lied about that. You don't have to lie to me. I don't know why you would."

"What the fuck? We had scones, not sex."

"Oh. Then I misunderstood. She also said that you were nonviolent. Always cool. Never frustrated or angry."

He threw his head back and laughed. "Thanks, Amy. I owe you one."

"Did she lie?" Janey was surprised. She scrambled up to a sitting position.

"No, she didn't. Amy's too ingenuous to lie. Kind of like you. But she reassured you enough for you to come back here. I wonder what you'd have done if she hadn't."

"I don't know." She worried her upper lip with her teeth. "Maybe called you before I came back. Maybe just come back and taken a chance."

"Not if you're scared. If you're really scared, Janey, you don't go into a situation. You follow your instincts."

"I wasn't really scared, just nervous. You seemed to be upset with me before I left for the store and I didn't understand why."

"Don't you? I'm getting tired of your telling me I'm a rich asshole all the time. Most of my life I've been just an upper middle class asshole." He stood up and pulled her up with him, smoothing his hand down her sides and surveying her nude body.

"I don't think you're any kind of asshole," she said, subdued. "You've actually been very kind to me. It's just that socially, economically, and experience-wise, I'm out of—"

"If you say the word 'league' again, so help me, woman, I'm going to tie your legs apart and go down on that pristine pussy of yours until you make the floor shake and the downstairs neighbors start banging on—"