Training the Help [Hedon Falls 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (7 page)

“Jack,” she whispered softly. “Please. Let me down.” Her voice trembled. He would be angry at her and she didn’t want him to be. But he was a married man and she was determined to keep him at arm’s length.

He pulled back a bit so he could meet her eyes. “Do you want me?”

Sophie let out a shuddering breath. “Yes…I mean, no! You’re married.”

“Just because I’m married doesn’t mean you can’t want me.” His voice was low and sexy. “I’ll let you down if you admit that you want me.”

Sophie closed her eyes and tried to take a deep breath, but she was so aroused it was difficult. “I want you,” she whispered.

He stayed where he was for a moment longer and then eased back. Sophie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. He lifted her carefully down. After one more smoldering look, he turned and walked out of the room.

Sophie gripped the counter tightly as she regained her senses. She managed to stagger to her room and sank down on the love seat.
What the hell just happened?
She didn’t know what Jack was playing at, but she didn’t like it. Well, she did like it, but she didn’t want to. He seemed to know just how to arouse her, but didn’t seem to want to take it further. What he said about her being able to want him, even though he was married, was true. She could want him, but she shouldn’t. It had her very confused and she began to question if she should even stay here.

What have you got to go back to? A lonely apartment with all your utilities disconnected, no job, and no life
. Sophie sighed. If she forgot about Jack’s advances, or whatever they were, and just thought about the job, she knew it was perfect. She’d never get another one like this. She had managed to keep her wits about her tonight. Sort of. She could keep their relationship businesslike. Probably.

With another sigh, Sophie stood and went for a cold shower before she turned in for the night.

In the morning, alone in the house again, it was easy for Sophie to forget about the events of the night before. She threw herself into her work. If she could make it through tonight, she would be okay for a few days. Jack had a conference to go to tomorrow and she wouldn’t have to see him again until Monday.

In the master suite, she was running the duster over the bookshelves when she remembered Kendra’s offer to loan her some books. Setting down the duster, she began to look over some of the titles to see if there was anything interesting. One set of shelves featured non-fiction books on a wide variety of topics, organized alphabetically. Sophie guessed that they belonged to Jack.

The next set had a great deal of fiction, organized by genre. She skipped over the mystery, thriller, and crime sections. There were so many books! Further along on the shelves, she found the romance novels and smiled. This was what she preferred. She scanned the titles, pulling out a few books here and there. Most of the big names were up there, Judith Devereaux, Danielle Steele, and Nora Roberts, plus many Sophie wasn’t familiar with. As she moved along, she noticed a few shelves filled with paperbacks. She scanned the titles until one jumped out at her.
Luscious Lesbians: An Anthology of Lesbian Erotica
. Sophie blinked and reread it a few times. Then she pulled the book off the shelf.

The cover featured two nude women with their bodies pressed against each other. Sophie could see the sides of their breasts, though the nipples were hidden, and their positions hid their pussies. Sophie opened the book to the table of contents. The book had five short stories by a number of authors she had never heard of. Opening to a random page, Sophie began to read:

Julia’s hand slid between Donna’s legs, firmly rubbing her swollen lips. Donna gasped when Julia’s finger slipped between the soft folds to circle her hard little clit. Donna mewled with pleasure as the increasing pressure on her clit brought her closer to orgasm.

“Oh my God, Julia!” she cried. “Lick my pussy! Put your tongue on my clit!”

Julia happily obliged. She dove between Donna’s thighs and thrust her tongue straight into her cunt, thrusting there several times before sliding it up to touch—

“Holy shit,” Sophie whispered out loud. She had never read anything so explicit in her life. It both shocked and excited her to see sex described in such graphic detail. In fact, her pussy was pulsing slightly as she thought about it.
Maybe I need to read some of these.
Sophie looked over the titles again, and when she came to one that read,
Three Husbands for Hannah
, she pulled it down as well. On the cover was a semi-nude woman surrounded by three semi-nude men. She couldn’t believe that there were actually books like this. Or that people actually bought books like this. But her curiosity was piqued, and she decided that she would borrow these two books.

Sophie continued cleaning the room, changed the sheets, and gathered the laundry. She tossed the books on top of the hamper and carried everything back downstairs. She took the books into her room and set them on her nightstand before returning to the laundry room. She sorted the laundry, shivering when she came across a man’s thong. Her overactive imagination had no trouble picturing Jack wearing that and nothing else. Blushing furiously, she tossed it into the washer with the other delicates and slammed the door.

She needed to call Mr. Singh and make arrangements for the rest of her things. Taking the cell phone from her pocket, she dialed the number.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hi, Mr. Singh. It’s Sophie LaPlante.”

“Sophie! How are you? I was surprised to hear you were moving.”

“That’s actually what I’m calling about,” she said. “I’ve got some movers booked to come and pick up the rest of my things next Thursday. Is that okay?”

“Sure, sure,” he said. “I’ll let them in.”

“Great. Thank you. Let me give you my phone number in case there are any problems.” After she recited the number to him, they said good-bye and hung up.

When Jack arrived home that evening, Sophie had just taken the food from the stove. He didn’t say anything to her as he sat down at the table. Sophie set the plate in front of him and sat down to eat. The meal passed in silence, but she could feel tension in the air again. She was entirely too aware of him, but she reminded herself that he was leaving in the morning for three days.

When he finished eating, Jack said, “I’m going upstairs to get my things. A car is picking me up in an hour to go to the airport. I’ll be home for dinner on Monday.”

“Yes, Sir,” Sophie said quietly.

Jack stood and went to the hallway, but stopped for a moment and turned around. “Sophie…” He hesitated for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. “Never mind,” he said. “Have a good weekend.”

“You, too,” she said softly. When he had disappeared down the hall, she exhaled.

After Sophie had finished tidying the kitchen, she returned to her room. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and stripped down before sliding into the bed. She picked up the two books she had set on her night stand earlier and looked between them. Deciding she was more comfortable with heterosexual sex for the moment, she set down the lesbian erotica and began reading
Three Husbands for Hannah
.

To her surprise, the book had a plot. A pretty good one, in fact, and before she knew it, Sophie had read four chapters. The way the author described the characters’ feelings was amazing and Sophie felt the sexual tension rising in her as it did in the story. When she came to the first sex scene, her arousal became intense.

Hannah slid herself onto Tom’s huge cock. He groaned as she covered him and Hannah sighed in response. She loved the feeling of a big, hard dick inside of her. As she began to ride Tom, she felt Harry probing her asshole with his fingers. He massaged lubricant onto her anus and then slipped a finger inside her. Hannah moaned louder at the dual sensations. When Harry slipped another finger inside, it was incredible. He pumped into her while Tom thrust up into her pussy from below.

“Hold still for a minute,” Harry told Hannah. She and Tom stopped and she felt Harry move in behind her. He gripped her hip with one hand. He withdrew his fingers but quickly replaced them with his cock.

“Oh my God!” Hannah screamed. “Oh, yeah! Fuck my ass, Harry!”

The two men began to slide in and out of her. She was full to bursting, but she loved it. She lifted her head to see Richard sitting on the chair stroking himself. She smiled at him and said, “Get over here and fuck my mouth.” Richard jumped up and gave her what she wanted.

Sophie’s pussy was throbbing now and she had to do something about it. Carefully holding the book in one hand, she slid the other between her legs.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered softly as her finger touched her engorged clit. She stroked herself gently as she read, gradually building up the tempo. By the time she reached the scene’s climax, she was almost at her own. Dropping the book, she grabbed one of her breasts and began tugging on the nipple. She closed her eyes as she masturbated, imagining what it might feel like to fuck three guys at once. The thought excited her a lot and she rubbed her clit harder and harder as she felt the heaviness in her abdomen that meant an orgasm was about to overtake her. When it finally did, her pussy twitched and clenched, the feeling so intense that she cried out with pleasure.

That was fucking awesome, she thought as she lay there afterward. She briefly entertained the idea of reading more, and then decided that she was too worn out from her first session to continue. It wasn’t long before she was fast asleep.

* * * *

When Sophie woke the next day, she remembered that she was by herself in the house and sighed with relief. The tension between her and Jack was palpable, and she didn’t know how much longer she could stand it. Although, maybe if she continued reading and getting herself off, she might find that she didn’t want him as much. It would at least be fun to try, she thought with a smile.

Sophie had breakfast and began the onerous task of dusting the twelve-thousand-square-foot home. It took her all morning to do the ground floor. The upper ones weren’t as big, thank goodness, and she tackled them after lunch. She was nearly finished with the last guest bedroom when the phone rang. Sophie looked at the display and saw the name of the dress shop where they had purchased her gown.

“Hello?” she said.

“Ms. LaPlante?” said the woman on the other end.

“Yes.”

“We have your dress hemmed and ready to go,” she said. “Would you like to come and pick that up today?”

Sophie glanced at her watch. “How late are you open?”

“Until six o’clock.”

She had time, so she told the woman she would be there and hung up. After she finished cleaning the bathroom in the master suite, she looked longingly at the Jacuzzi. Maybe this evening. She grabbed her purse and keys, hoped she set the alarm correctly, and headed to the mall. She had taken the new bra along with her so she could see how it worked with the dress and Sophie was amazed at how good she looked.

“The dress is perfect,” she told the saleslady after she changed. “I’ll need to get my hair done, but I’m new in town and don’t know where to go.”

“There’s a great place at the South Hedon Falls Mall,” she said. “And they don’t charge a fortune, either.”

Sophie got directions from the woman, thanked her again, and headed over to the other mall. It was small, and more like a strip mall, but there were a number of businesses there. Sophie spotted the salon beside the aquarium store and pulled into a parking spot nearby. When she entered, a handsome man with stylish clothes and gorgeous hair greeted her.

“Hi there, sweetie,” he said, with a faint hint of a lisp that made Sophie smile. “What can we do for you?”

“I need to get my hair done for an event on the first of December,” she said. “Do you have anything available?”

“Ooo, is it for the gallery opening?” he asked as he began flipping through the appointment book on the desk.

“I think so,” she replied. “I kind of forgot the details.”

“I bet that’s what it is,” he said excitedly. “Isn’t it fabulous that we’re going to finally have a place to showcase local talent?”

“I guess,” Sophie said. “I’m new to the area and I don’t really know anyone. But I like art.”

“Well, my name is Remy, hon, so now you know me!”

Sophie couldn’t help but smile. “Hi, Remy. I’m Sophie.”

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl!” he gushed. “Sophie, I can do you myself at two o’clock on the first.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

That made Sophie laugh out loud. The man was acting extremely gay, though she hated to judge based on stereotypes. But it put her at ease with the outrageous flirting. “Sure, Remy. You can do me then.”

“Fabulous!” he said as he made a note in the book. “How do you want me to do you?”

“An updo,” Sophie replied with a giggle. “Something elegant.”

Remy made another note and then wrote the information on an appointment card for her. “There you go, sweetie. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks!”

Sophie thanked him and left. Out of curiosity, she decided to look in the aquarium store. She was amazed at the huge variety of fish she saw in tanks around the outer walls. She was even more impressed with the huge tank in the center of the store with an eel of some sort. She stood watching it for a few minutes.