Friends With Full Benefits (Friends With… Benefits Series (Book 2)) (25 page)

"Okay, let's uh…" She spread her legs wide, and he sprang into action, slipping quickly into her."

She held perfectly still as he worked harder and harder inside her. After fifty seconds went by, they both turned to look at the clock just as it advanced another minute.

"Come on!" she encouraged.

He tensed his muscles, held his breath, and kept pumping. Staring directly at the clock now, he moved faster and more focused with the veins in his forehead swelling and his face contorted.

"Are you all right?" she asked with her eyes widened in a panic.

Suddenly he pulled out of her, exhaled deeply, and climbed off the bed. He shook his head and said, "I, uh, just lost it."

"Are you okay?"

"Uh-huh. I'm going to be late."

He picked his underwear off the floor and quickly pulled them up over his still-hard penis.

"You know, you're still hard."

"Yeah, but I have to go. It'll go down."

Putting on his shirt, he started to button it. Her eyes were focused on his bulge, which still showed no signs of going away.

He pulled his pants up and carefully pushed his erection down the leg with a grimace. He zipped up and fastened his belt.

"Be careful driving while all that blood that should be in your brain is a little lower."

He took a step toward the door, turned, and headed back to her. Leaning down to her face, he kissed her hard.

He moved away, but she grabbed his shirt. "Call in sick. Then you can stay here and lick me for an hour."

Holding still for a moment, a grin spread over his face. "I'd love to, but I can't." He pulled away from her.

As he reached the door, she called out to him, "Or just quit."

When he turned back to her, she had her legs spread wide apart. Her delicious parts were calling him to return. He looked at her breathlessly, rushed back, and planted his tongue right between her legs. She groaned as he licked her wildly for ten seconds, covering his mouth and tongue with her wetness.

He pulled up from her, shaking his head. "God, you taste good!"

She gave him a weak smile and said, "Bye."

After letting out a long, slow breath, he sighed then rushed from the room.

While speeding back to work, Brian savored the taste of her sweet musk flowing through his watering mouth.

Should he really quit this job he hated so much? What the hell would he do? Start some kind of business with her money? It would probably fail, and he’d lose every dime, and she'd surely grow to despise him. Or he could sit home, do nothing, and turn into a giant sponge. She would certainly hate that, as well. He'd just purchased this new car, and he needed to make the payments, plus he had school loans to pay off. What would he do, hand her his bills and ask for an allowance? No way could he quit.

When he finally reached the conference room, he was six minutes late. The room was full, and they had already started. Richard glared at him as he entered. "Nice of you to join us, Nash. Did you take care of that
problem
at home?"

"Oh, yes, sir," Brian replied. As he took his seat, he thought,
No I didn't. I tried to take care of it but couldn't.

Richard slid a packet of papers his way. He opened it up and pretended to read as he swirled his tongue around his mouth once more, tasting her. After exhaling and flashing back to leaving Jillian in bed, he grinned. Looking up from the papers, Brian noticed the rest of the room reading the packet as Richard droned on about something.

He pulled out his cell phone, moved his packet closer to the end of the table to hide his activity, and while holding the phone under the table, he typed a text:
I can still taste u. I miss u. Can we finish later?

He returned his attention to the packet as he waited. A minute later, her reply came:
DEFINITELY!

Smiling, he attempted to focus on the packet.

Rob sat in the conference room of the Wealth Stone Investments offices in Orlando, across from the managing partner, Steven Jones.

"We very much want you to join the Wealth Stone team."

Rob gave him a big smile. "I'm so impressed with your rate of return."

"Our clients make money in up or down markets. We've never had a return of less than nine percent since we began almost ten years ago."

"How are you doing this when the market has been so volatile lately?"

"Carl Rodgers has developed a unique system of currency exchange combined with commodities trading that has led to a level of success with very little risk. Numbers that the industry has never seen."

"My mother has been looking for a good place to invest her money."

Steven shook his head. "We don't permit friends and family to invest with us... It leads to too many complications. When money is at stake, people get a little crazy."

"But you said the numbers are great, so why—"

Steven interrupted, "It's just a policy that Mr. Rodgers feels very strongly about. We also insist that all our clients be diversified."

"All right, but I'm having some trouble with the salary."

"The base salary is nothing compared to the bonus potential. Most of our reps earn three or four times their base in commission."

Shaking his head, Rob looked at him, unconvinced.

"Look, Gary is going to take you to the apartment complex tonight. They're having this poolside karaoke contest thing... Just check it out. Almost all our new associates decide to live there. Carl owns the building. The rent is subsidized. For three hundred a month, you get a fully furnished, modern apartment. We're talking granite counters and spa bathrooms. You'll be amazed. Also almost 80% of the tenants are women—young, attractive women."

Sitting up straight, Rob perked up. "Okay."

"Just give us your answer in the morning."

When Brian returned to his desk after the two-hour meeting, he pulled out his phone and read an e-mail from Jillian:

Is everything okay with your BIG problem??? Why don't you just consider doing something else? Maybe something that I could help with. You could work from home. Tennis-related, maybe... I'm looking for an opportunity. Every time my accountant shows me my investment portfolio, it's worth less. You are a much better investment!!! I love you and can't wait for later... come home soon.

Love, Jillian

He replied:

Everything is back to normal :) We miss you... a lot. Thanks for the offer. I'll consider it.

Love you, Brian

Richard entered Brian's office carrying a stack of folders. Dropping them on his desk, he growled, "I need these first thing tomorrow. Make sure everything was done properly with all these loans. I've got the regulators coming in tomorrow, and I don’t want any surprises."

Brian closed his eyes a moment and let out an almost silent sigh.

"Is there a problem, Nash?" Richard gave him smug look.

"No, no problem."

"Good." After snooping over the items on the desk, Richard's eyes widened. "Hey, you're dating that woman writer, right?"

"Uh-huh." Brian grimaced, fearing the worst.

"Jackie West."

"Jaclyn," Brian corrected him.

"Oh, sorry, Jaclyn." Richard snarled mockingly. "Anyway, would you do me a favor?" Without waiting for a reply, he plowed ahead. "Thank her for me."

"Why?"

"Because I came to bed the other night, and my wife was reading one of her books. She read a chapter to me and then…" Leaning close to Brian, he whispered, "She gave me the best blowjob."

"Oh, I, uh… That's—"

"I'll bet a woman who can write like that can really suck the lead off the pipe, if you know what I mean." Smiling, Richard looked to him for a reply.

"Well, she…" Brian gave him a distasteful look.

"Oh, lighten up, Nash."

"I don't really feel comfortable talking about her like that."

Richard scoffed. "All right. Just thank her for me and tell her to keep writing. I could use the action." After knocking twice on Brian's desk in some misdirected show of power, he grinned and slipped away.

Brian stared at the empty doorway, sickened that Jillian was in any way responsible for his horrible boss getting oral sex from his wife. His mind flashed to an image of his boss with his wife in bed, her reading Jillian's book and him salivating while sporting an erection. Shuddering, he grabbed a folder.

At 5:30 p.m., when Brian was almost finished with half of the files, he called Jillian to tell her he'd be late. When he was finally finished, two hours after everyone else had left, he turned out the light to his office, walked over to Richard's office, and placed the files on his desk with a loan issues report attached. Smiling, he fantasized about throwing them on the floor and peeing all over them but decided against it.

Returning home at just after 8:00 p.m., he found Jillian sitting in the great room, writing on her laptop. "You're home. I saved dinner for you."

"I really need to get in a workout. It's been almost a week. If I eat first, I won't want to do it."

She put down the computer and went to him, wearing a sad expression. "They're killing you down there."

He opened his arms to her, and she slipped between them. He hugged her tight. "I know."

"Maybe later I'll give you a rub."

"I could really use one." He sighed.

Forty minutes later, Jillian was in the middle of writing an incredibly hot sex scene and feeling a little naughty. Placing the computer aside, she headed to the workout room.

When she walked in, she found Brian shirtless and in the middle of a set of sit-ups. She gave him a sexy look and sat on the bench, grinning at him.

After finishing the set, he said, "I just have one more."

"Did you already do your pull-ups?"

"Yep."

She gave him a sad look. "Would you mind doing a few more?"

"I already killed myself doing them. My, uh—"

Flashing her eyes at him, she smiled. "But I love to watch you do those."

"Okay." He gave her a tired look as he jumped up to grab the pull-up bar. He paused, hanging from the bar, and her eyes fixed on his glistening, pumped-up muscles. After exhaling, he pulled himself up then went back down. After he performed a second repetition, she headed over to him, placed her hand on his slightly sweaty chest, and slowly let it slip down to his bellybutton as he pulled himself up.

He chuckled. "Have you been writing something dirty?"

Her eyes locked on his as he slowly lowered himself. "Yeah."

"You touching me like that is making it a little difficult to concentrate." At the bottom of the repetition, he held still, hanging by his arms.

"How long do you think you could hang up there? I need to test out something for a chapter I'm writing." She gave him an optimistic look.

"I don't know." He smiled. "But I love book research."

Grinning, she put both hands on his chest, her mouth level with his abs. She gently kissed his stomach and moved her hands down to the waistband of his shorts, which she slowly pulled down.

"Wow, this chapter is starting out strong."

She took hold of his flaccid penis, trailing kisses down his stomach as her mouth closed in on it. Watching her closely, he took in a deep breath. "I'm, uh, a little sweaty."

"I don't care."

She lifted his penis and quickly pushed her mouth over it, swallowing half of his growing length.

"Oh, shit," he moaned.

She moved her head up and down over his erection, bathing it between her lips, while it expanded to full size. Pulling her mouth off of him, she looked up to his face. "I like it when you're a little dirty—just a little."

"Uh-huh."

He hung with his arm muscles straining and his legs dangling as she explored every inch of him, living out her book fantasy.

After she finished with him, she took a step back, wearing a proud smile. Dropping to the floor, he reached for the wall to steady himself while moaning and panting.

He glanced at her satisfied face and moved down to sit on the floor.

"Pretty good, huh?" she asked.

"Wow." Glancing up at her in exhausted appreciation, he took a deep breath.

"I guess that does work pretty well."

After blinking his eyes a few times, he smiled. "Hey, wasn’t I supposed to finish something I started earlier?"