Heart of the Woolf (Woolf Series) (8 page)

They collapsed in each other’s arms, still joined together.

* * * * *

He rocked, his half-erect cock pushing slowly into her,
massaging her still constricting vagina walls. Though the act was carnal, his
gentle rubbing gave her an underlying feeling of being cherished.

“Since you knew what I was feeling, why didn’t you jump me?
Why did you wait so long? Just think of all the time we’ve wasted.”

“Oh, you mean since I was aware of your lust for me?” He
surged into her, whamming her clitoris with his groin. She sucked in her
breath. Her heels dug into the soft flesh of his buttocks. “I wanted you to be
sure of your feelings before I acted.”

“But two months?” she asked sharply.

“Minus nine days, fifteen hours and I don’t know how many
minutes and seconds.” He moved to nibble on her neck.

Her heart soared. “You counted.”

“Every slow second of it.”

She hoped that meant something.

“Oh, it meant something, all right.”

She jumped. “Don’t do that.”

He laughed. “You’ll get used to it.”

“So what did it mean?”

“It means I was so in lust with you I couldn’t think
straight. I had to do something to retain my sanity.”

She was sure her grin stretched embarrassingly from ear to
ear, but anyway, Jake couldn’t see her, with her head resting on his shoulder.
“Flatterer.” She changed the subject. “So you’re an empath; does that mean you
can hear all my thoughts and feelings?”

He palmed her breast, using his thumb to soothe the place
where he had bitten her earlier. “Not all. You put up a mighty damn good
shield.” She felt his cock stirring, becoming harder in the warm cocoon.

“Shield?”

“It’s what empaths do to protect themselves from the
cacophony of the emotions around them. If they don’t do it, they’d go mad.
Imagine going into a shopping mall with thousands of shoppers, and all their
emotions running loose.”

“So you mean I was able to put up a shield to keep you from
reading my thoughts sometimes?”

“Yes.” As an afterthought, he added, “Though I don’t know how
you do it. Unless you’re psychic, too?”

She snorted. “Not that I know of.” But it was quirky, this
talent of hers. How did she know if her shield was up at the right time or not?
“Okay, tell me. What am I thinking of now?”

“Umm ...” He surged suggestively into her. “Another
round of sex?”

She laughed. “No. But it was a very good guess.” She lifted
herself a bit and ground down on him. His breath caught, and she smiled. “Does
anyone in the office know of your amazing gift?”

“Only you. Sweetheart, do you mind if we stop talking?”

“Not at all.”

* * * * *

Adrienne turned over in bed. Sunlight hit her closed eyelids.
She yawned and smiled.

Last night was marvelous. They couldn’t get enough of each
other, and made love all the way till dawn. Would he come again tonight? Her
pulse quickened. They hadn’t said anything on the matter. She’d wait and see,
take her cue from him.

Her eyes opened blearily and focused on the bedside clock. On
no, she was late!

She moved to jump out of bed. Her hand encountered a crumpled
piece of paper. She smoothed it against her thigh and read:

I’ve gone to the office. Sleep in if you wish. I told the
boss you’d be late.

-- Jake

Adrienne smirked. Shaking her head over his sense of humor,
she got out of the bed to prepare for work.

By the time she reached the office, it was already lunchtime.
However, her co-workers were still ensconced in their cubicles and hard at work
when she passed by. As she neared her office, she paused and her heart began to
pound. Her office door stood half-open, and a light shone from inside.

Filled with dread, she hung back, remembering yesterday’s
unpleasant little surprise. Cautiously, she walked toward the door, expecting
the worst. She looked in, then stepped fully inside, her brows raised in
surprise. “Marcy, what are you doing at my desk?”

Marcy looked up, startled. A guilty look came over her face,
and her movements became hurried and nervous. She started closing whatever
files she had opened on Adrienne’s computer screen, just as Adrienne rounded
the desk. “I was, uh, researching something. I promise, I didn’t touch any of
your files.”

“That’s beside the point. What if you had unintentionally
downloaded some virus? My files would all have been infected.”

Marcy stood up, biting her lip. “I’m sorry.” Her
librarian-style spectacles sat askew on her pert nose.

“Why can’t you research at your desk? You have Internet
access, don’t you?”

“Yes, but when I tried to access the URL awhile ago, it
wouldn’t respond. It kept throwing up an error page.”

“But what’s so urgent that you couldn’t wait for me to come
in before using my computer?”

Marcy stiffened. “I already said I was sorry. It won’t happen
again.”

“Damn right it won’t.” Adrienne said, and then sighed. This
was her friend; not just her secretary. Her tone changed. “I’m sorry, Marcy.
I’m a bit uptight today; worried about the deal later this afternoon.” She
touched Marcy’s arm in a gesture of regret.

Marcy smiled and patted Adrienne’s hand. “I understand. I was
wrong to use your computer without your permission.”

Adrienne was curious. “What were you researching, anyway?”

“It’s embarrassing.” Marcy blushed and turned around.

Adrienne’s curiosity peaked. She crossed her arms over her
chest. “We’re friends, remember?”

Marcy glanced back over her shoulder. Indecision crossed her
face. “All right. Logan and Kaelyn are getting married.”

“Oh. That’s too bad, Marcy.”

“Their engagement party is in two weeks.” Her voice breaking
in the middle, Marcy said in a hot rush, “You’re invited too, by the way.”

“But I don’t even know them!”

“I’m taking you as my date; I’ll need you for moral support.”

Poor Marcy. Adrienne attempted to cheer her up. “So, you were
looking online for the perfect gown to wear to their wedding, right? One
that’ll make Logan regret his decision, dump Kaelyn, and elope with you.
Excellent plan; I’ll help you look.”

Marcy grimaced. “Who says I’m looking for a gown? I’m looking
for the perfect poison to send them to oblivion!”

Adrienne’s mind went blank. “Poison?” Then she cracked up.

Marcy would be just fine.

* * * * *

“What do you think, Jake? Will they buy it?” Adrienne asked.

They were on their way back to the office after meeting with
the representatives of Draycott Technologies. It had been the toughest two
hours of her entire career. Draycott’s top management team had been impassive
and business-like. Immediately after she’d finished her presentation, the men
had bombarded her with grueling questions. She’d thanked her lucky stars Jake
had attended the meeting with her; with his charm and diplomatic skills, not to
mention his long experience and knowledge of the industry, he had given clear
explanations and satisfactory responses, covering for Adrienne’s occasional stumble.

Jake glanced at her, taking his eyes off the road for a
moment. “I don’t know. But we can rest assured we did our best.”

She drummed her fingers restlessly on her file folder.
“They’re tough, aren’t they?”

“They have to be. The amount they’re investing in the
advertising is not exactly chicken feed.” The car slid to a stop in the busy
traffic jam. He glanced at her again. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, basically.” Adrienne smiled ruefully. “I’m still
running on pure adrenaline, but that’s probably because we didn’t get a quick
yes or no. I hate to wait. If they’d given us an instant answer, I’d have a
release for all this tension.”

Jake’s eyes darkened. He placed his warm hand on her thigh
and caressed her through her skirt. “You’ll have all the release you need
tonight.”

Her breath caught. Her tension level went even higher, but it
was good tension. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Impatient toots sounded from behind. Noticing the car in
front of them had already moved a good distance away, Adrienne laughed. Jake
squeezed her thigh one last time and returned his attention to driving.

Adrienne licked her lips, excitedly anticipating the coming
evening. But their rendezvous was too far away -- at least three more
hours, maybe five if Jake worked overtime. She sighed and shifted, restless and
uptight. Surely, all the nervous energy skimming her veins was bad news for her
heart. If she could only expend it in some way ... Just thinking about it
made her wet.

“Don’t even try it, Adri.”

Adrienne jumped. “Jake, would you stop doing that? I haven’t
even told you what I was going to do yet.”

He never took his eyes off the road. “Sure you did. Your
thoughts were quite clear.”

“Which reminds me. Why was I able to feel your pleasure when
I don’t have psychic powers?”

“Hmmm ... Mom said that such a thing happens --”

Adrienne unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hand inside,
tangling her fingers against the rough strands of his chest hair. She purred.

“-- only when two people’s emotions for each other are
so strong that they overflow into the other.” His words ended on a sharp gasp.

Adrienne moved her hand south. “Was that what happened last
night?”

He groaned. “I can’t think of any other explanation.”

“Is your entire family psychic, Jake?”

“Everyone, except Dad. We got the gift from Mom.”

She pulled his shirttails out of his trousers for better
access to his flesh. Leaning close, she placed a kiss on his chin. The seatbelt
ate into her skin, but she hardly noticed. She deliberately lowered her voice,
so that it came out husky. “Who is everyone?”

He quivered like a leaf exposed to the gentle zephyr wind.
“Mom, Jared,” he gasped out, “Tracy, Jason, me --”

She caressed him, quietly listening as he recited the names
of his family members.

He took a deep breath and continued, “What about you? Your
file said you weren’t married, but I saw a picture of you hugging a kid on your
DVD component system.”

Her hand stilled.

Chapter Seven

“Who is he? Is he your --” He broke off, groaning as she
brushed her knuckles against his nipple. “God, Adri. Hmmm ... Do that
again.”

She thumbed his nipple back and forth, further sensitizing
the already tight bud, hoping he would lose his train of thought.

“Is he your son? What’s his name?” he asked, dashing her
hopes. “Where was he last night? All these nights?”

Her tension grew. She hoped her shields were all up.
“He -- he doesn’t stay with me,” she said as casually as she could,
answering his last question first. “He’s actually my brother.”

“Your brother? There must be quite an age gap between you
two --”

She cupped his cock. His heat seared through her hand,
causing a burning fire to sweep a lustful path within her.

“Damn it, Adrienne. If you keep this up, we might meet with
an accident.”

Men are so easily distracted, Adrienne thought, smiling
inwardly. Despite his protests, he didn’t slap her hand away. Of course, if he
did so, he might also inadvertently slap the family jewels. “I have faith in
you, Jake.” She unbuckled his belt. She licked her lips, making a loud smacking
sound.

“People will see, Adri.” There was desperation in his voice,
but an underlying hint of longing, as well.

“Oh no, they won’t.” Excitement riding her veins, she
unsnapped his pants and slid down the zipper. “They’re too busy battling
traffic.”

“We’ll be hauled in for indecent -- Damn!”

He whispered the last word in a soft exclamation as her hand
brushed over the hard bulge beneath his briefs. She slipped her fingers in
between his dark blue underwear and brought out his cock. It stood at
attention, bobbing. He released a tortured groan.

Heat engulfed her. Wetness pooled between her legs. He was so
yummy.

“Adri ...” He tried to dissuade her one more time.
“Thank God traffic’s slow, otherwise --”

“Look at you.” She reached out a tentative hand, brushing
daintily against his cock. It jerked. “No wonder you gave me so much
pleasure -- so thick and long.” She hiked up her skirt, reached inside her
panties and smeared her hand generously with her moisture. “I bet you’re at
least seven inches.”

The car jerked to a stop. The seatbelt saved her from being
thrown against the windshield.

His cock bobbed violently in her direction. Looking up, she
saw him watching avidly. His mouth formed a soundless “eight.”

She reached, hooking an arm around his neck and pulling him down
to meet her lips. She engaged him in a passionate kiss. His mouth opened
underneath hers, kissing, sucking in an urgent, desperate way. She wrapped her
moist hand around his iron-hard cock, rubbing briskly.

Loud toots pierced her ear, despite the closed windows. Angry
voices reached them. Someone rapped on her window pane. Adrienne broke off the
kiss and turned toward the sound. The obese man was saying something and
gesturing violently toward the empty stretch of road in front of them. His eyes
traveled from her hiked-up skirt, to Jack’s lap, where he had an unobstructed
view of her hand, still wrapped tightly around Jake’s cock. The irate man’s
eyes widened.

Jake cursed, and in a flurry of movement, he drove the car
away from the surprised man.

Adrienne laughed softly. “I bet he’s wishing he was in your
shoes.”

His cock throbbed in her hand. Veins decorated its length,
topped by a pearly mushroom head. A drop of pre-cum glistened from the slit,
making her cream gush out even more. She was thoroughly wet. “Hmmm ... I’m
hungry for you, Jake.”