Jake. The meeting When they had requested Kalia's presence at the meeting, it had me shaken there for a minute. I didn't want her fucking everyrhing up. But seeing her there, I couldn’t help but be impressed by Kalia’s performance. She came across as bright, confident and witty. James Preston was eating from the palm of her hand in a matter of minutes. The older man was completely taken in by her charm and intelligence. Which I knew should please me, Instead, primal want and possessiveness surged through my body.I moved closer to Kalia, wrapping my arm around her delicate waist and drawing her to me, smoothing my fingers along her silk covered flesh. She smelt heavenly. I felt a slight tremor race through her body at the light contact.“So, Jake,” James said, sliding nearer to my own wife, “I understand you find it old fashioned of me to have a vested interest in what will become of the resort when I retire and sell out. But I built it up from the ground. This was my first great
Meeting part two.Kalia. He was right, nothing about us was complicated. We both knew exactly where we stood with each other. But could I separate my feelings for him from what I was supposed to do from my mission. Something was completely off, I could feel it but it could easily have been my paranoia. Since last night something had happened between us, something had changed. I know I had been vulnerable with him but it also felt like something else had changed, even the way he looked at me. He didn't look at me like he used to, with hatred. Maybe I should just let go and see how everything was going to play out. I wanted him, I wanted to feel him, to kiss him. I could easily separate my feelings for him from my mission, I tried to convince myself. He was somewhat right, nothing about us was complicated, atleast in his eyes, but that was because he didn't know what I was after, he didn't know what I was accusing him and his family off. If he knew what I did, he would never want
JakeDesire It was my turn to stare at her as she walked away, my body telling me to ran after her and kiss her, touch her, beg at her feet. But I needed to get some work done, so instead of following her no matter how tempted I was, I decided to give her some time to think. I went into the office without bothering to watch her make her final decision. My body ached with need and it unsettled me. Yes, it had been a long time since I had felt this way about a woman but something about her was different, I was drawn to her. Ironic that I had never come close to proposing marriage to a woman in my life, and the one I had married was a con. I knew nothing really about her, everything out of her mouth was a lie but yet somehow my body wanted to do things to her body. She wanted me too. But something was stopping her from making the final step. It could all be part of her act playing at reluctance in order to build my level of sexual frustration to a fever pitch. Or she could be genuine
Kalia.Getting physical “I was looking for you.” Jake’s husky whisper drew me from my reverie. I turned to face him and my throat dried. He was so impossibly handsome, so amazingly, sensationally masculine. He made everything feminine inside of me quiver with expectant longing and desire.“I took a bath,” I said, hoping the silver moonlight disguised the blush I knew was staining my cheekbones. “It helps me relax.”He moved closer to me, his eyes black in the dim light, the planes of his face thrown into sharp relief. He reached a hand out and cupped my cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb. I shivered, and i felt mynipples tighten and press against the thin, insubstantial fabric of the robe, my aching flesh calling for his attention, his touch.He tipped my chin up and I met his eyes, shocked by the stark hunger I saw in them, a hunger that reflected my very own. “If I kiss you I won’t stop,” he said, his voice a rough whisper. “Not until you are naked beneath me, crying out my
Kalia. Getting physical part twoI inhaled and wrapped my fingers around him. His skin was even hotter there, like aflame. I moved my hand over his velvety skin, exploring him, learning what he liked and what made him moan with pleasure.“Enough teasing.” He picked me up again and I found myself lying flat on my back on the cool white comforter.He drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking it, leaving it with the flat of his tongue, before moving his attention to the other breast and repeating the act. Heat flared in my pelvis and all nervousness fled, pushed out by the intense longing that was pouring through my body in waves.Jake pulled back and looked at me, his eyes glittering with passion.He let a finger drift up my inner thigh, coming close to my pulsing wet center. I shivered, anticipation of the unknown coupled with my intense arousal making the muscles in my legs quiver.Testing my readiness, he slid the tip of one finger inside of my tight pussy. I gasped, my hips bowing up o
Jake. I rolled onto my back, my breathing labored, my blood roaring in my ears. My whole body was still on fire from what had been simply the most amazing sexual experience of my life. And the most reckless, stupid act I had ever committed.But mostly from the shock of the news I had just discovered. Kalia was a virgin, untouched. My head went back to the flashback of the pictures of her naked in a hot with some guy. She had wanted me to believe she had sex. She really was a smart cookie, I thought to myself. I had sex with her without a condom, taking her word for it that she was safe which was the least of my worries. She was a virgin. I was the only man to ever touch her. A virgin. And I had just finished inside of her. I had never so much as kissed an innocent before, I liked my women a little more experienced, and now I had taken one tobed and initiated her none too gently. I was torn between immense guilt at the realization that I had taken her virginity, and a building rage
The morning after. Kalia. "Good morning.” The sound of a husky male voice pulled me from my comatose sleep. Gradually my senses returning to me. I opened my eyes looking around me. There was a large masculine hand splayed across my belly, and i could feel…oh…icould feel his erection pressed against my backside.The events from the night before came flooding back to me with brutal clarity. I had finally slept with Jake. He knew I had been a virgin, a twenty three year old virgin, and he has been my first. I knew what the arrangement was, two years of playing house and yet I had let him in, knowing this was never going to be a real thing. I had officially lost my mind.His hand drifted up and began toying gently with my nipples. I moaned with pleasure. Yes. I had really lost my mind. And if he kept touching me like that itwas going to be lost to me forever.“Good morning.” I tried to squirm out of his hold, away from him and back into a realm where critical thinking was possible,
JakeUnexpected visitor. She had been gone for a few minutes to freshen up. I was laying on the bed looking at my phone when she walked in. I looked up, and was momentarily frozen by the pang of lust that hit me square in the gut and the swelling of emotion that tightened my chest. She looked so young, so vibrantly beautiful. All of her haughty, don’t touch me demeanor had faded, giving way to a soft, well. loved the expression. She looked like a thoroughly satisfied woman, and i couldn’t help but glory like a caveman over the fact that I had been the man, the onlyman, to make her feel that way. I had brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure and caught her as she fell. I had been the only man to kiss her. lush breasts, to join my body to hers. The novelty of it was extraordinary.No, i wouldn’t even call it a novelty; it was much more than that.I still had no idea what her game was if there was a game. For the first time I considered that she might be everything she claimed to be.
Kalia.I had been working for him for a couple of months now as his pr, and still I was not used to it. The fact that the very first thing I felt when Jake’s deep, masculine voice pulled me out of the deep sleep I had been in was a shiver of excitement, and not a pang of annoyance, was disturbing on a lot of levels, all of which I was too tired to analyze in that particular moment.“It’s one in the morning, Jake .” I said, as I blinked against the blinding light radiating from the screen of my smartphone. After four months in working for him, I should know better than to be surprised by a midnight phone call, but somehow every time it happened it caught me unprepared. “It’s nine a.m. in England.” He said, “And we have a crisis on our hands?” I immediately rolled over and brushed myhair out of my face, the cool sheets from the side of the bed that had been unoccupied chilling me slightly.“The sky isn’t falling, if that’s what you mean, but we have protesters lining the streets at
Kalia.And I had vowed i wouldn’t become like that. I wasn’t letting anyone have control over my life again.Although, obviously Jake had some modicum of control over my life since he was my boss and my child's father, but that was different. “If you expect me to buy new clothes you have to give me time to shop.” I said facing him with a straight face, after all this was his event he was inviting me to, it only made sense. “You can have the afternoon off.” I shook my head, my tight bun staying firmly in place. “Morning and afternoon. I need some sleep too.”“Morning to lunch hour,” he countered.“Deal.”“No black. No beige.” He added“It’s an art gala, most of the women will be in black.” I said defensively “I know, and that’s exactly why I want you to wear something else.”I frowned. “I’m not in the habit of allowing men to dictate what I wear. I can choose for myself.”He stood from his desk, and I was distracted, as I always was when he surprised me like that, by the superb sha
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even
75.Jake.I had never seen Kalia look less than perfect. She always looked beautiful, even when she rushed into the office at two in the morning to handle some sort of media crisis. But in a dark navy blue gown with ruffled sleeves, a demure neckline and a back that dipped so low it ought to be illegal, she was stunning.Her hair was pinned to the side so that her curls cascaded over one shoulder, and didn’t cover any of the skin that was on display in the back of the gown. Her makeup was more dramatic than she usually wore to the office and her legs were bare, and on glorious show, the dress barely skimming her knees. And they were amazing legs.My libido kicked into gear, a reminder that I hadn’t had sex in a very long time. But business had been intense and when I hadn’t been focused on my various building projects I had been handling Maya’s big move into her new, off campus apartment. An apartment she hadn’t wanted, because she couldn’t afford it herself. But there was no way I wa
JakeI put my hand on the small of her back, on her bare skin, and I felt a small shiver go through her whole body. She was feeling every bit of the attraction I was. Strange, because I had only ever seen her in herbuttoned up professional mode for a while now, now suddenly she was unbuttoned and very, very hot. Although, she had always been hot. I had thought more thanonce about uncoiling her tightly wound hair and watching the dark curls tumble down.She shifted against me, her hip brushing my body intimately. My muscles tensed and desire roared through me, my body hardening at the accidental contact.I drew her closer, letting her feel. Letting her know exactly what she was doing to me. I didn’t hit on employees as a rule, ever. But she tempted me. And that was a new experience. Women appealed to me, and I desired them. But I had never considered them a serious temptation. If itwasn’t the right time, it was easy for me to leave my date standing on the doorstep and go home withou
KaliaI bit my lip. This side of Jake always confused me . In some ways he seemed more uncomfortable having people know anything good about him.He didn’t seem to mind the negative press that came when he dated one supermodel, then switched to an actress the next night. But he didn’t seem to want to let anyone know about his good behavior. And there was something about that that made me almost like him sometimes, and that made all the other physical things he made me feel intensify.“It’s … okay, events like this are definitely a little bit fake. It’s see and be seen. Most people are flashing their bids all over the place.” I jerked my head toward the glittering celebrities and debutantes gathered around different pieces of art, waving their bids around while they talked.“I don’t play the game,” he said. “It doesn’t appeal to me.”“You have to play the game a little bit, Jake It’s good for business.”“What’s it like for you, doing a job that’s so at odds with who you are?”The questi