All Work and No Play (7 page)

She saw Jay smile at that, wide and dazzling and, oh, so sexy, and then he was caressing her again, gentle circles around her clitoris, sending wave after wave of delight through her. Then his finger slid inside her, doing all sorts of wonderful things to her nerve endings.

Jane closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall. She’d never felt like this before. Jay’s hand kept up its work, making swirls against her, pushing inside her and then coming out again to stroke her where she was most sensitive.

This man was not only beautiful, he was the best lover she had ever had in her life, and they weren’t even naked yet.

Jay leaned forward and, with his free hand, pushed one strap of her dress from her shoulder. He began kissing and nibbling the slope of her naked breast, finally nudging the fabric of her dress down and taking her nipple into his mouth.

Jane cried out. Her eyes snapped open in surprise at the sound of her own voice. Jay lifted his head from her breast and looked into her face. He stilled his hand on her, cupping her sex. She was exposed to him, her legs open for him, her breast free of her dress, shiny with moisture from his mouth, reflected by the mirror beside them.

Suddenly the full impact of what she was doing slammed into her. She was in a hotel room with a stranger with his hands and mouth all over her, and how many women had he done this with?

And then he smiled at her, digging those creases in his cheeks, making his eyes sparkle. A big grin, a wonderful grin of complicity.

‘I never thought we’d be doing this,’ he said to her.

‘It wasn’t exactly in my diary for the week,’ she replied, and her voice was breathless and shaking. But she couldn’t help smiling back at him.

He kissed her cheek. ‘It’s an adventure, Jane. Will you trust me?’

She felt herself throbbing against his fingers, every fibre of her body clamouring for release.

She nodded.

His grin widened, and she could have sworn that it had turned just a little bit devilish. ‘I know this wasn’t part of the plan. But I really want to.’

What plan?
she opened her mouth to ask, but suddenly he was kneeling before her, and his head was between her legs, and his mouth was on her.

Jane gasped in surprise. Then Jay moved his lips and tongue and she was lost. His gentleness was gone; he licked at her urgently, hot liquid strokes that sent ecstasy flowing through her.

She tangled the fingers of both hands in his short hair and brought him even closer, needing more, needing everything.

It can’t get any better than this,
she thought, her head spinning, her entire body focused on Jay and his mouth, so when her orgasm came it astonished her even more.

One moment she was leaning back on the wall, drowning in sensation, feeling Jay’s soft hair and his hot mouth; the next she was bracing herself with both hands on the wall, her hips bucking, her head tossing from side to side, every muscle convulsing and her head ringing with the sound of her own cries.

When she could breathe again he had stood and was looking at her with his blue eyes. His smile was no longer devilish; instead he looked as if he were full of wonder.

‘I love the way you give yourself to how you feel,’ he said to her and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips, unbelievably arousing.

‘I want you now,’ she gasped. Her hands moved,
without her needing to think of it, to his trousers. She unbuckled his belt with shaking fingers and he pushed down his trousers, his boxers, every movement now frantic with need.

Jane let her fingers curl around his erection. He was hot and hard and big against her palm. She heard him groan loudly in her ear.

‘This is much better than my fantasy,’ he said, pressing a kiss and another onto the side of her face. ‘Let me get some protection, darling.’

He stooped swiftly and pulled a packet out of his trousers. Jane, breathing heavily, quirked up the side of her mouth in a wry smile.

‘Expecting this to happen?’

‘I must admit I was hoping it would.’ She watched him take the condom out of its wrapper and roll it down over his length. He was perfect. Every inch of him. And she wanted to possess him so badly.

She reached out to him and he stepped back into her arms and kissed her. She expected it to be wild but it wasn’t, it was tender. But her breast pressed against his bare chest, and she could feel the weight of his erection on her belly, and she couldn’t help but wrap her leg around him, arch her hips and pull him towards her.

He made a soft moan of pleasure against her lips and then he pulled his mouth a fraction from hers. ‘Jane,’ he
said, his voice low and husky with desire, ‘before we do this, you need to be sure that it’s right. We can stop now, if you want to.’

‘I don’t want to stop,’ she said, and kissed him, hard.

He might do this all the time. He probably could if he wanted to. He was certainly good at it. But she didn’t care because right now he was with her, nobody else, and she felt more desirable and full of desire than she ever had in her life.

Jay moaned again, and lifted her with his strong hands on her hips. By instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist and before she could even draw a breath he thrust deep inside her.

‘Ah, Jane, you feel amazing,’ he whispered and began to move in and out of her, building the ecstasy all over again.

Jane curved her arms around his neck and held on tight, barely able to breathe, barely able to believe this incredible thing was happening to her, to her and him together. In the mirror beside them she could see his body, lean and strong, his skin dark against her white legs and her dress. She saw his muscles clench with every push into her. The skin of his buttocks was paler where his tan ended; somehow it made him look less purely godlike, more human.

Jane turned her face back to him and saw how pleasure
had softened his features, dilated his blue eyes. She caught his breath in her mouth and kissed him.

Another orgasm began to tremble inside her. She rocked her hips against Jay and let the sensation possess her again. She felt herself squeezing him inside, contracting around him, and with a final, urgent, shuddering thrust he exploded within her.

‘Jane,’ he murmured, still holding her tight. ‘Oh, Jane. Oh, wow.’ He kissed her mouth, her cheek, her forehead. She felt their hearts pounding together. Underneath her hands his neck and shoulders were damp with sweat. For a couple of minutes they both just breathed.

A little bit of sense began to swim its way into her bliss-clouded mind. She had to be heavy. But Jay just held her to him, pressing soft kisses onto her face, as if he were never going to let her go.

He was strong and he held her steady and little aftershocks of satisfaction coursed through her body. But her good sense was growing. And now that her brain had got rid of the massive amounts of hormones pumping through it she remembered that she, Jane Miller, did not do things like this. She was not a wild sexual creature. She was … quite a bit less than that.

And up until five days ago, she’d been engaged to another man.

She shifted a little bit in Jay’s embrace and he gently
set her down on the floor. He kissed her once more before she felt him slipping out of her, and he stepped back to take care of the condom.

And who was he, anyway? He was beautiful, and she liked him. Jane pulled up the strap of her dress and watched as a slight wry grimace crossed his face as he removed the condom.

Scratch that, she liked him a lot.

But she worked with him. In fact, he worked for her; she was his employer. And what they’d done was way, way beyond the professional.

He tossed the condom into a nearby bin and then looked back at her with that warm, humorous grin.

‘That was the best idea I have ever had,’ he said.

He looked quite ridiculously happy, even with his trousers and underwear still pooled around his shoe-clad feet, and Jane swallowed. She really did like him a lot. But that didn’t mean that this had been a good idea, at all.

Her career was all she had left, and she’d jeopardised it, yet again, by mixing it up with her love life.

She bit her lip, and ran her hands through her untidy hair.

Jay was kicking off his shoes, and then he pulled up his boxers and trousers. The sex-saturated part of her was sorry to lose the sight of his naked lower half, but
the sensible part of her was relieved, because she didn’t need any more temptation tonight.

‘So what would you like to do now?’ he asked her cheerfully. ‘Shall we go find something to eat, or would you like to explore the rest of that fant—?’

He stopped abruptly when he met her gaze, and she saw his expression transform from happiness to concern. He closed the small distance between them.

‘Jane? Are you all right?’

She cleared her throat, because she wanted her voice to be steady when she told him she was going to have to leave. ‘I’m fine. But, Jay—’

He frowned. ‘Don’t call me that, sweetheart. Not while we’re alone.’

Jane frowned back at him. ‘What do you want me to call you?’

‘By my real name.’ He tilted his head in that way he had and gave her a half-smile, straightening the strap of her dress.

‘What’s your real name?’

He looked as if he was about to laugh, and then he apparently read the confusion on her face, because he stopped and shook his head. ‘You’re funny, Jane, but it’s not a game now.’

Something was wrong. Her stomach sank, felt cold. Jane stepped around him, away from the wall, so she
wasn’t so close. ‘What do you mean, a game? This wasn’t a game.’

Jay’s beautiful face was just about the most expressive thing she’d ever seen. The look on it now made her feel even colder; it was dawning dismay.

‘Oh, my God,’ he said.

‘What’s going on, Jay?’ she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. As if that could erase what they’d just done.

‘You don’t know who I am, do you?’

‘You’re Jay Richard, the model we hired for the Franco cologne campaign. Except you said that’s not your real name.’

Had he been deceiving her, somehow? Playing with her? Anger began to filter in, nearly as strong as her mounting panic. ‘Have you lied to me?’

‘I—’ Jay ran his hands through his hair. ‘Jane, I’m Jonny.’

‘You’re—’

She felt her legs wobble underneath her and she grabbed at the bathroom door handle, the nearest solid object. Jay—no, wait, Jonny—put his hand out to steady her, but she backed away from him.

‘Jonny?’ she gasped. ‘Jonathan Cole? My Jonny?’

‘Yeah. I—I thought you knew.’

She couldn’t quite breathe. She shook her head. He
was staring at her, wide-eyed, and she thought she was probably doing exactly the same thing to him.

Her thoughts whirled around her brain at about a million miles a minute and she had no idea what to say so she said the first thing that occurred to her.

‘Where are your glasses?’

‘On the desk, near the laptop. I’m wearing contacts.’ His voice also sounded stunned.

Automatically, she looked over at the desk, seeing again his laptop open on it. His laptop where he’d told her exactly what to do on their date together.

She looked back at Jonny. Jane could see a definite emotion beginning to dawn on his face, beyond surprise.

Guilt.

Her own emotions came into sharp focus.

‘You gave me
instructions
on what to do on our date?’ she cried.

Jonny held up his hands. ‘I didn’t mean—’

‘You didn’t mean to? You mean you told me how to have sex with you by mistake?’

She didn’t feel wobbly any more; she felt furious. She stepped forward from the wall and Jonny stepped back.

‘You did ask me first,’ he pointed out. He still looked guilty.

‘I asked you what you would like on a hypothetical date of your own, not on an actual date with me!’

‘Jane—’ He reached towards her again, but then seemed to think better of it. ‘You enjoyed it, though, didn’t you?’

Enjoyed it? She still was feeling aftershocks of pleasure. Her body wanted to leap on him again and see what they could do up against another wall.

‘That’s not the point,’ she said instead. ‘The point is that you didn’t tell me who you were and then you—’ She looked down at herself. ‘You even told me what to wear.’ Her pulse was racing with anger, but she felt her cheeks begin to flush, too. With humiliation.

‘I did tell you who I was. I sent you an email.’

‘I didn’t get it.’

He frowned. ‘It must have gone missing. Didn’t you—?’

‘In any case, you didn’t try all that hard to identify yourself. You let me call you Jay.’

‘Yes, when we were with other people. I told you, I don’t want people to know who I really am.’

‘Including me,’ she said bitterly. She tried to remember whether she’d called him Jay when they were alone. She wasn’t certain, but she must have done, at least once? In the throes of passion, perhaps? Her face got hotter.

‘I thought you knew who I was,’ he said. ‘You acted as if you recognised me, when you first saw me.’

‘I’d seen your photographs.’

‘And you didn’t recognise me from them, either? Jane, we’ve known each other for years.’

‘You—’
You used to be a geek, and now you’re perfect.
She couldn’t say that. ‘You weren’t wearing your glasses.’

‘You didn’t recognise me because I wasn’t wearing glasses?’ He sounded incredulous. ‘It is Clark Kent in reverse,’ he muttered.

‘We were eleven the last time we saw each other,’ Jane defended herself. ‘A lot has changed.’

‘Not that much,’ Jonny said, and this time his voice was sad. ‘I recognised you right away.’

Jane couldn’t help but think of what she’d looked like the last time she’d seen Jonny. She’d been a tomboy, with tangled hair and probably a dirty T-shirt and skinned knees.

And apparently she hadn’t changed at all.

She’d thought she couldn’t get any more humiliated, but it crept further along her spine, made her want to double over and cover her head with her arms and run away.

‘I trusted you,’ she said, and her voice wobbled. Tears burned dangerously close to the surface.