Strictly Taboo(200)

She waited for him to say something, anything but instead she felt him moving, turning her to face him. She felt him press her against the sink, his lips finding hers quickly and surely. The pressure was almost too much as she felt her head spinning. The heat from his mouth invaded her senses, her inability to stop it leading her to respond without even trying to. She felt his hands under her lifting her to put her on the counter, his lips never leaving hers.

It was more than a kiss, it was all fire and she felt herself opening up to him, to his hands as he pressed the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. His hands were in her hair, losing the mass of hair and letting it fall in silky waves down her shoulders. He tipped back her head, letting his mouth travel down her throat kissing his way down.

There was a laugh from the living room, breaking the mood, causing them both to look up at each other quickly. She pulled her hair back up and slid off the counter, still unsure how it had happened at all.

“Jessie.” He called to her, but she refused to stop moving.

She grabbed her bag and jacket, never looking at him once as she made her way into the living room to say goodbye to Mrs. Blakemore. After she said her goodbyes, she made her way outside, enjoying the cool night air as it hit her face, still flushed from his onslaught. She didn’t relax until she was at home and in her own bed. Only then did she let herself reflect on what she had done.





Chapter Five-Randy

What the hell was wrong with him anyway? He never lost control when it came to women. In life, in business and in damn near everything else yes, but never with a woman. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. She had damn near run out of the house to get away from him, maybe that was the frustrating part.

No, the reality was he liked her, and more than in just a sexual way. He watched how she handled herself in business, and how sweet and wonderful she was with his mother and she had touched a spot deep down. Somehow he would have to find a way to shake this whole feeling altogether. Tomorrow, he would have this talk and figure out what to do with the property, and then he would steer clear of Jessie Sinclair. He knew nothing good could come of it. He was not the settling down type, he was a free spirit, and he liked his life just the way it was.

He was still brooding over how he felt the next morning as he made his way into town. Maybe he was looking at the situation all wrong. Maybe what he needed to do was have sex with her and get her out of his system once and for all. It had worked before, no reason it wouldn’t this time too. He would have to see, have to decide how to present it to her.

She was in her office this time, the boy leading him in once more. He watched her turn around as she spoke on her phone and lifting one finger to him to give her a second. He watched her intently as she handled someone, quite well actually, on the other end of the phone.

She was dressed impeccably as usual. Her hair in a tight bun, and her outfit clinging to her frame. She was moving constantly, almost as if it were part of the conversation. He watched her as she moved, wanting to reach out and grab her as she passed by him, pacing back and forth. He could imagine how wonderful she would feel if he grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap, making love right there in her office. He shook his head clearing his thoughts as he shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Like an idiotic schoolboy, he sighed.

She hung up and spun around to face him. “Blakemore what can I do for you?”

“So back to the formalities again are we?” He arched an eyebrow in her direction.

She crossed her arms defensively. “I think it’s the smartest thing, don’t you?”

“No.” He spoke the word with deadly calm.

She seemed flushed as she moved across the room to get a folder to give to him. “Here is what I found about your property Randy, nothing adds up. I am willing to help you figure it out, but that’s all.”

He took the folder, staring at her. “Why are you afraid of me Jessie, afraid of me touching you. I know you want it as much as I do, and that’s not me being arrogant. I just know the way you kissed me back last night, you can’t hide that.”

“I don’t want to get involved with anyone, can we just leave it at that, please?” She looked up at him.

Something was wrong, something bigger than just them. He knew whatever it was she meant it, and was sincere. He wouldn’t push her if she wasn’t ready. He ran a hand over his face, giving her a small smile.

“Ok Jessie, if that’s really what you want.” He watched her relax visibly and then began asking about her findings.

They worked on it for hours, finally breaking for a moment.

“Let’s go eat something Jessie.” Instead of waiting for her to find a reason to say no he grabbed his keys and held the door for her to follow him.