Caught Inside (13 page)

All the pleasure he gave to me had him
ready to deliver his own orgasm so fast. I felt the way he thrust
in deep and hard, fast and passionately a few times then a low
growl escaped his lips as he exploded inside of me. I let my body
enjoy the sensation, and a light quick quiver left my body, as I
knew it was all I had left in me.

I felt so loved and complete as his
body collapsed against mine, holding some of his weight off me with
his elbows, then he whispered against my ear, and I felt it too.
"Fantastic. I think you just made me fall in love with
you."

There they were. Those words. Fall in
love with you. I knew it had happened to me, but I did not want to
put my heart on the line. If anything, I knew I would demand that
we slow things down a bit. How could I do this when I knew what I
felt was so very real? I simply replied in a whisper. "I think you
did a damn fine job of convincing me."

As he rolled off and settled himself
lying on his back, he said it to the room in general. "I hope so.
However, if you need more convincing, you know where to find
me."

I rolled onto my side towards him,
settling my leg over his naked body and stared at him, as he looked
so sated and happy right now. "I'm glad you came."

He turned his head and looked at me.
"Me too.

It was only a matter of an hour and
that shower got a workout as well. By the time we made it back to
bed, Trey had ordered room service, as he had not eaten since
before his flight took off. We talked in general about the client
and what the schedule was. Then we decided we both really needed
our sleep. Nevertheless, I knew my mind would wander every
direction while he fell fast asleep.

As I lay awake with Trey sound asleep
next to me, I had to wonder if the client knowing Trey was a good
thing or a bad thing. Then I heard his heavy breathing stop. His
naked body and hands began to search me out in the bed under the
sheets, and once he found me; he pulled me in close to him, my
naked back to his naked chest. He whispered against my ear softly
and then kissed me. "I can hear you thinking in my sleep. Go to
bed. We've got a few days to get this right, and Jennifer; I can be
whoever you want."

I felt an elation build inside of me,
a euphoric feeling that did not want to lie or hide from the truth.
I was falling in love with Trey Masterson. That who he is, was the
man I was falling in love with, and who I wanted next to me during
all of this. If someone thought less of him because he was laid
back or had a casual conversation approach, then so be it. I was
proud of him for just coming to be by my side. I could not keep
totally quiet with my mind whirling, so I teased. "It could take an
awful lot of practice to get it right. Are you up to the sexual
tasks?"

I felt his lips kiss the backside of
my neck, and his hands began to wander over my naked skin. "Just a
quick lesson and then off to bed for both of us."

He did not have to ask twice, and I
let him be on top. I felt a change in my attitude and feeling of
great things were going to happen.

Chapter
Eleven

The whole trip could not have gone
better. My new client and Trey had surfed together a few years
back, which made the introduction of him a lot easier. Everything
else just fell into place. We got the client's business; I had a
content smile on my face the entire trip, and Trey was sleeping
next to me on the airplane like the tired man that he
was.

Strumming with excitement, I realized
how quickly I had gotten in over my head. I needed to slow things
down, or we would burn out fast. I did not want to deal with
heartache or boyfriend issues. As soon as we landed and got in our
cab, I needed to let Trey know that we needed to slow it down now
that we were back on the main land. It was almost as if the moment
we left the fairytale; I had to store away my magic wand and get
real. This was life, not a romantic movie. I had to think about the
future now, my work, our relationship.

I felt as if I was fighting an
internal battle with myself over the mushy sweet talking sexual
heathen who was back in the room in Japan, the professional woman
who enjoyed having a great social man by her side, and the closed
off protected little girl who did not like a man treading on her
heart's path. With all this mulling around in my head, Trey slept
like he did not have a care in the world. I took a deep breath and
knew that common ground needed to be first on our agenda. We needed
to slow it down, get to know each other as people, and not just
incredible bed partners.

I began to formulate a plan for us to
connect on a personal and spiritual level and not just in bed. We
needed, no; we were going to, slow it down, abstain from sex and
spend some quality time together. That was going to be very short,
seeing as his daughter was due to fly into the states from London
in about two weeks. I could not help but think of the way he beamed
with excitement and pride over her visit. He talked in length about
the things he wanted to do with her and how Zachery's girlfriend
Hailey was a huge help in keeping his daughter around female
friends. He did not mention me being around her or doing things. So
perhaps, I had this all wrong. Maybe he played the part for me as a
job, enjoyed me as a lover, and bootie call was all I really was.
Perhaps, the emotional times we shared late at night talking while
naked and holding hands was just two friends sharing their
thoughts. Because those conversations never involved a conversation
about a future we, or us. No mention of me helping him out for the
next few months at work.

No, I was sure now the arrangement was
strictly business with a whole hell of a lot of pleasure. He had to
get back to his business, which he boasted he even had a buyer so
that Zach and he could open up a surf shack business. He had his
daughter for the summer to entertain, and then I was sure if he
found the time, the twins. I had so much work to attend to that, I
had to either unload some of it on to the staff, which I hated
doing because I wanted control of everything, or I needed to dig in
and spend more time at work. The time came for me to relinquish
some control and workload to my employees. This trip in itself,
they proved that they could handle more than I gave
them.

I felt my gut tighten at the thought
of leaving him, or worse, telling him that we did not have plans
past the plane landing. However, I was not going to do this
conversation within the small confines of the private plane with
other employees around. Nor was I going to do it in public, which
was not my style. I figured it might be best to do it in person, so
that I can weigh his reaction against what I was
feeling.

Maybe, just maybe, he would take me in
his arms and tell me that I was wrong, that we did have a future.
That we would be great together, but slowing things down and
getting to know each other better was a grand idea. That he wanted
me to spend some time with his daughter, getting to know her, after
he had some initial time with her to himself.

Was I being foolish with these
romantic notions? Was I putting my lust ahead of business? Could I
go through with some type of break up after the time we shared
these last few days?

Amidst the chaos in my brain over this
relationship, his voice interrupted my thoughts. "I can hear your
mind working a mile a minute over here. You might want to get some
rest. I have plans for you later." I looked over at him. His eyes
were still closed; his hands folded across his lap, and his head
supported by a travel pillow that wrapped round his neck. I stared
at his beautiful face, so tan and angular. I took a deep breath in,
smelled the manly body shampoo he likes to use, and remembered how
it smelled in bed with our bodies so close. I let my breath out
slowly, as one of his beautiful green eyes popped open, and a huge
smile crossed his face. "I'm not kidding about the later." He said
it as I knew that would make what I had to do even harder. I forced
a smile back, patted his leg and watched his eye close back, and
his breathing go back to a nice even flow.

I could have easily cuddled up next to
him, but had told him no displays of physical lust on the plane in
front of my employees. I did not want to make them uncomfortable. I
decided to lay my seat back enough so that I can get a little
shuteye. I was going to need my strength for later, and not in the
way Trey was planning.

The soft easy breathing next to him,
told Trey that she had drifted off finally. He could not stop his
mind from replaying their week together. He made quick note of her
reaction to his later comment about her needing rest. Instead of
her snuggling up, and making a sexual innuendo, as she had done all
week, she seemed cold and unemotional. There was no sign on her
face that gave him the indication that there would be a later. He
had to prepare himself for the great Jennifer Everest blow off,
because he was sure, what was coming next was a professional
conversation of it was great, - the friend sex benefit, but I've
got work, and you've got surf and your daughter.

Shortly before boarding the
plane, she had turned off her sensual erotic switch and was back to
business as usual, which if he was not mistaken as soon as they
landed and were alone she would cause him to feel like he just took
one hell of a
wipe out
. What he would like to do right now is to turn her erotic
emotions back on. Nothing made her happier than when he looked deep
into her eyes and stroked her soft skin while telling her how
beautiful she is, and he meant it. He knew her mind was sharp and
business style was successful but when he told her a joke, and her
innocent laughter escaped her protected heart; her eyes would light
up, and her smile would creep on her face with hesitation. Then as
soon as his hand touched her, anywhere, he would watch her smile
come alive, her eye's glow with happiness, and it was in those
moments they shared that he knew, she was the one.

He knew it would hurt when she landed
the blow of no more them, but he could not help himself from
fantasizing about there being 'a them', together. Having her meet
his daughter and to spend some quality time together, almost like
they were a family, would be something he could easily fall in love
with the idea. However, he remembered her comments about kids and
not being any room in her life for them, nor did she want a man in
her life that expected her to be his maid, nanny, or even his cook.
He had laughed and joked with her, but he knew he would never put
those demands on her. He respected the fact that she worked hard.
He also knew that his love of healthy cooking, his desire to make
her happy would allow them to make everything work out if they ever
wanted to take it that far.

He let his mind wander back to the
good times they shared. Even as far back to the day they met in
person. When he handed her the flower, and her eyes lit up for a
second before he watched her guarded heart take over and cool
everything down. He knew that moment that a spark ignited between
them, and he knew the moment she showed up at his place when the
twins were there, he had it bad for her.

When he could think of nothing more
than her reaction to his towel falling, her sharp-witted comment
that the right woman would only take one, he knew. Deep down, he
knew that she felt it too, and that would be why as soon as they
land, and she is alone with him; she will let him down. Slow and
easy, he could only hope, but he would honor her decision and give
her the respect she deserves. If in time, she reaches out to him,
he knew, he would let her right back into his life, because for
now, she already stole his heart.

At the private airport, there were
taxis waiting for all the employees. Trey and Jennifer were the
last to be standing there in front of the remaining cab. He knew
her desires for him were strong, but her heart was guarded, so he
decided as they stood there with awkward silence that he would make
it easier on her so that she didn't have to do what he was sure she
was dreading. Perhaps he should fight for their relationship, yet
he did not want to force it. He knew she had to work this out
herself, and then he would be waiting for her when she decided that
this was right. Which it was.

"Want to share a ride home?" I offered
by putting off the inevitable. I was sure Trey knew something was
coming. Ever since we woke up, he had been a bit reserved. I could
not blame him, as I had been putting off the negative professional
signals right before we boarded the plane. Maybe on the cab ride
home, dropping him home first, I could find a way to broach the
subject. I was stellar when it came to business, but in my romantic
life, I had no idea how to start or even end a conversation like
this. One that would inevitable end with me crying into my pillow
all night.

As I took a deep breath and feigned a
sexy smile, I knew that I could find the courage. I had to. He had
his daughter and plans that obviously did not include me. I had a
two-month business deal with plenty of overtime and weekends that
revolved around our new client. Prez had already texted that she
wanted a meeting at nine a.m. the next morning, so that we can get
going on this client.

I watched Trey smile at me with
honesty, but he did not get inside the cab. He opened the door for
me and told me to get in. I looked at him inquisitively from within
the confinement of the cab and the open door, him standing there
with his hand on the door, a look of seriousness to his face, and I
thought this was it. He was not getting in. He was not taking the
cab home. He was going to make this easy on me by just letting me
go without even talking about it, challenging me. Maybe he did not
want what I knew I really wanted after all. Maybe, he just wanted
to end this incredible week as a job well done on his part and the
extra was just added benefit. I wanted to scream, shout, and pound
his chest. Just then, the skies opened up with a heavy downpour,
and I climbed inside the cab as the Taxi driver was loading my
luggage into the trunk. I watched Trey slam the door, then turn to
the driver and pay him something. Then the cab driver got in and
asked for the address.