Ground Floor: Toys and Games (8 page)

The drilling pace of Jamie’s hip rocking action drove Jen closer toward the pinnacle of her satisfaction, and farther into the bed covers. She bunched the sheets in her fists as he fucked her with a relentless stamina that made it impossible for her to catch her breath. He gripped her hips then pulled out, only to plunge in again in one hard slam. She cried out as she teetered on the brink of release. One more push and she would tumble over into her own explosion of bliss.

Jamie wouldn’t let her. He withdrew completely and she peered over her shoulder to query his retreat. “What are you doing?”

“I want to see you when I fuck you.” He knelt back on his haunches and waited for her to turn around.

An excited breath caught in her throat as she stretched out before him once more, naked and vulnerable. He unfolded from his crouching position to lie on top of her, covering her from chest to toe. His weight was a reassuring reminder this was all real, no matter how much it felt like fantasy.

Jamie pinned her hands above her head and started a path of open-mouthed kisses from the base of her throat to the curve of her breast.

“You taste as good as you look,” he said as he licked away the stray pieces of sugar dust.

The touch of his tongue dancing across her skin, lashing around her nipple had her mewing like a kitten—a sex kitten, of course. She broke free of her restraints to reach down and cup his balls, finding satisfaction in his sharp intake of breath. With his fleshy sac at the mercy of her fingers, she massaged and squeezed until she drove herself mad with his groans. She closed her hand around his dick and rubbed him along her wet lips. He took the hint and edged inside her at a maddeningly slow pace.

She clenched, making the fit tighter, and impossible for him to resist his urges. Jamie extended his arms out, giving himself more leverage on the bed and pistoned in and out of her in a frantic race to the finish. The pressure built in Jen until she finally threw herself into the abyss, and came with a body-shuddering jolt.

As she drifted off into her selfish world Jamie chased after her with a cry of his own. He tensed against her before collapsing on top of her.

Pop. Pop. Fizz.

“That fucking stuff is stuck to my back and the sweat is setting it off.” Jamie laughed into her clammy skin.

They fell down onto the bed laughing.

“It’s everywhere.” Jen brushed it off the covers.

He stretched over to lick the sticky residue left on her chest. “But it was fun.”

She couldn’t argue with that even if it took her one step further past the boundary. It had been quite a while since she felt this comfortable around a man who wasn’t her husband.

Deep down, beyond the play and novelty of sex with Jamie, she knew she’d fallen for him. Even if he took a vow of celibacy now, God forbid, she would still want to be at his side. He understood her like no one else, made her laugh, made her ache to be his. And some day it would all end in tears. Her tears. The ‘L’ word hovered on her lips but could never be spoken. She’d gone into this with the full knowledge he didn’t want a girlfriend and when he realized that was all she wanted to be, Jamie would leave her heartbroken all over again.

* * * *

The following days were lost in a haze of sex and orgasms. Not that Jamie was complaining. He left Jen at work as he always did, with a sneaky kiss in the elevator, and stepped out into the hallway with a smile on his face. He could get used to this life. Since Jen had first flashed him in the window he was happier than he’d ever been. The store politics aside, for once he wasn’t thinking about his next conquest. Usually by this time he’d grown bored with his bed partner, but not Jen. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t imagine not going home with her or waking up next to her. At some point he was going to have to face the fact their relationship was more serious than he’d ever intended and figure out what to do about it.

“I need to see you, James,” his father’s voice called from the office.

“What’s up?” Jamie hoped he wasn’t about to pull the rug out from all of his plans.

“I hoped we weren’t going to have to go through this again. Are you sleeping with that young widow?” The fingers drumming on the mahogany wood were a sure sign John Kelsey was about to go ballistic.

“Not that I know of.” Jamie didn’t know any widows except for Mrs Reagan in Haberdashery, and she was about eighty.

The drumming sound was replaced with a heavy sigh. “The brunette from the toy department I see you arriving with every morning. I know you want me to turn a blind eye but I only gave her the job because her sister told me she was at rock bottom. I don’t want a suicidal wreck on my hands when you’ve decided you’ve had your fun with her and dump her. It wouldn’t be good for our reputation.”

“She’s a widow?” It didn’t matter his father would probably fire his ass altogether now, but he’d tried so hard not to screw things up with Jen. Why did she feel she couldn’t tell him something so important?

“Yes, but that’s not the point. You need to put a stop to this now before it gets messy.”

“That’s not going to happen, Dad. I like this girl.” He more than liked her but apparently they needed to do some talking in between the fucking.

“You like them all, James. But you’re one step away from finding yourself working in the warehouse, so forget the girl and concentrate on the store.”

“I am doing my fucking best for the store. If you would just get off my back and let me do things my way for once. I know I’ve screwed things up in the past, I can’t change the fact I was an arsehole. But I am trying to be a better person. If you would open your eyes you’d see that. And by the way, Jen has nothing to do with my work and I’m not about to give her up. I love her.”
Balls!
That definitely wasn’t in the plans.

“Admirable speech, son, but I’ll believe it all when I see it.”

Jamie gave up trying to win over his father and decided to tackle his other problem head on.

* * * *

“You’re a widow?” He’d waited until Jen had finished serving her customer before he’d blurted it out.

“Yes, but it’s not how it sounds.” She clasped her hands together, almost pleading with him to hear her out.

“Er, it sounds like you lied to me about being a virgin—if you were a wife in the traditional sense that you married a fucking man.” He couldn’t help it, he felt like such a dick for falling for her.

“Lee was my best friend. He suffered from cancer for years. Every time they thought they’d stopped it with the chemo, it spread elsewhere. I looked after him, I loved him but he was too ill for us ever to do anything. He asked me to marry him on his deathbed. I didn’t have a dress or a ring but we married before he passed away. So yes, I’m a widow, but I’m still a virgin. Don’t worry, you can still claim your virgin-deflowerer certificate or whatever it is you’re so pissed about.” Jen turned away from him but he couldn’t let her leave while she was still pissed at him.

He grabbed her hand and forced her to turn back. “I was pissed off because you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you. I just didn’t think we were having that sort of relationship Mr I-Don’t-Want-A-Girlfriend.” At least she was smiling now. She was right. He guessed they hadn’t done much sharing beyond that of their bodily fluids.

“So I’m a tool. I think we’ve established that. I’m sorry you had to go through all that Jen, but I’m glad you came to work at Kelsey’s.” His life had changed so much in such a short space of time and it was all down to her.

“So am I. I’ll never forget Lee, but I think what we had was based more on friendship. I loved him in a different way to the way I love you.”

The words he had always expected to send him running screaming from the room, had the opposite effect.

He leaned closer to her and pulled her into a kiss, but she stopped him. “No promises, no rules, let’s just see where this takes us.”

“Well, I know where I want to take it but I think fucking you across that counter might damage Kelsey’s reputation beyond all repair.” Jamie nibbled at the skin on her neck, turned on by the simple knowledge she loved him.

“Yeah, yeah. You keep threatening to do that but you’re all talk and no action, Mr Kelsey.” This bolshie nature was a far cry from her innocent beginnings. He liked it just as much. An equal partner made for a much more interesting time inside and outside the bedroom.

“My office in five minutes, Ms White.” Although, he didn’t want her to think she was getting the upper hand in things too often, this time he intended to follow up on his threat.

Chapter Twelve

Jen stopped by the ladies’ bathroom before her meeting with Jamie to strip off her panties. He wasn’t the only one who could act on impulse. Now everything was out in the open, she felt at ease with herself. It was okay to love Jamie. She needed to love him. For too long she’d put her life on hold to tend to other people’s needs. From today onward she only intended to do whatever benefited her directly. And Jamie always ticked her boxes.

She knocked on the office door, not knowing what to expect, like a naughty schoolgirl summoned by the headmaster.

“Come in.”

“You wanted to see me, sir?” She played along for fun.

“Lock the door and take a seat.” He didn’t move from behind his desk.

“Is there something I can do for you, Mr Kelsey?” She put on her best innocent face and waited for his direction.

“Bend over the desk, Ms White.” When she stood up she noticed the plastic ruler he flexed between his hands.

“Yes, sir.” She leaned across the desk and he walked around to join her. She stole a moment of satisfaction when he lifted her skirt to reveal her bare ass, even if it would sting like hell in a minute.

The first stripe across her backside made her cry out then he rubbed the area with the palm of his hand. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

The second smack stung too but brought with it a pleasure-pain that she quite enjoyed. She heard the zipper go down on Jamie’s trousers, and the rustle before they hit the ground. There was a short interruption to proceedings while he put on some protection, but the wait only increased her impatience. With his knee he pushed her legs wider apart and in one hard thrust, fucked her from behind.

Jen gasped at the blunt invasion but she was wet and ready for him. His fingers were rough on her hips, sinking into her flesh as he pumped harder inside her pussy. Jamie’s grunts in her ear with every push were primitive, and sexy as hell. Her chest was crushed into the wooden desk as he bore down on her but it all added an edge to the sex—a dirty, desperate edge where the main focus was satisfying their cravings for one another in a quick coupling.

Their flesh slapped together in a series of rapid strokes in their desperate need to possess each other. Jamie only relented the pace when he stilled inside her as he came. It wasn’t often he reached climax first but their bodies were so in tune, she followed soon after. She hoped the walls were sound proofed as her “aahs” reached ear-splitting proportions.

“Are we done here, Mr Kelsey?” She managed a joke as they folded over the desk panting and sated.

“For now, Ms White. But don’t go too far away.” Jen didn’t intend going anywhere for the foreseeable future.

Jamie disposed of the condom and pulled up his trousers. Would he ever get enough of her? Deep down he’d probably wanted to punish her for scaring him like that, making him think that he’d totally misjudged her and put everything on the line for someone who could lie so easily. But the risqué sex had the side-effect of erasing any lingering bad thoughts so all he could think about was taking her like a wild animal over that damned desk. Besides, he should’ve known her better than to think her capable of trying to deceive him. Perhaps he was the one who deserved the spanking for being a dumbass. A matter they could debate at a later date. For the moment he wanted to do something to make it up to her.

“Before you go, I have a present for you.”

Her eyes lit up as he handed her the pink gift bag. “What’s the occasion?”

“Call it an early Easter present. I thought you might prefer it to a chocolate egg. I bought it from your favorite store.” With so many toys and gadgets, that shop was like a home from home for him now. Each new item in stock represented a new round of play in the bedroom.

Jen pulled out the box, her eyebrows nearly disappearing into her scalp with surprise. “A love egg?”

Jamie took the sleek egg-shaped pink plastic from the packaging and hung it from his finger by its string. “It vibrates.”

Jen gulped. “That goes inside me?”

“Yep. I can bring you to orgasm without laying a finger on you.” He fingered the remote control in his pocket, keeping another little surprise for the future.

“Okaaaaaaaaaaaay. But can we keep the demo for another time and place before we both get fired?” Jen stuffed her gift back in its box, clearly a little rattled. Jamie set it back on his desk. He wouldn’t rush her, simply put it aside until she was ready for the next step.

“Now that might not be a bad thing. Staying at home all day as your personal sex slave sounds like my kind of career choice.” He nuzzled into her hair. The sweet scent of strawberries was probably all in his pervy imagination.

“Hell, I’d end up walking like John Wayne if that was the case.” Jen slapped his hand away as he cupped her breast through her shirt.

“Who said I’d let you get out of bed to walk?” His imagination worked overtime, propeling his dick back to full strength.

“Jamie! I could have you done for sexual harassment you know.” Her complaint didn’t quite match her reluctance to leave. In fact, he was pretty sure she was rubbing against his erection on purpose.

A sharp knock on the door put paid to a repeat performance over the desk, or chair, or any other surface he could shag her brains out on. Jen skittered away to the other side of the room putting some distance between her and his hard on even though the door was locked.

“Just a minute!” Jamie adjusted his tented crotch and took his seat behind his desk.

Jen yanked the door open as if keen to prove they weren’t up to anything, despite the ‘freshly fucked’ flush of her cheeks.