Caught Inside (8 page)

He turned and looked at me with a
wicked taunting smile. "I'm ok. I've got plenty left in the engine.
I don't have a swimsuit though."

"Don't need one." I teased back. Then
I stood and set my half-empty beer off to a glass table and began
to strip out of my running clothes. I slowly sauntered over to my
hot tub control panel and pushed a few buttons while standing there
naked. Then I looked at him with an incredible taunting smile on my
face, and head nodded for him to follow. "We're secluded here. Just
two friends taking a nice relaxing soak."

He chugged the last of his beer, set
the bottle on the table next to mine, had his clothes off and was
in the hot tub in less than two seconds after me.

We both situated ourselves in the
double lounger that faced each other. The jets were blowing bubbles
up, and the sensual aroma of vanilla started up. We both stared at
each other for several minutes with smiles on our faces. Then I
finally had to say something. "Trey? I think we both know this
might lead somewhere. I still need your company's services, and you
and I still need a professional working relationship. I suppose we
just act like mature consenting adults tonight and leave it at
that. That it's just a benefit."

I watched a smile creep onto his face
that read something more along the lines of devilish desire or
Jennifer beware. Then I felt his hands take my foot and begin to
massage it. He started with the balls of my feet and worked my toes
individually, and then he began massaging the entire foot, slowly
letting his hand slid up my calf and back down, rotating hands. It
was a sensual caring move that had me relaxing in one stroke and
slowly awakening my body to what it desired. Trey and his naked
hard body pressed against mine. His hard throbbing cock in me. I
desired him, yet I knew that something more was starting here,
something with a bit of chemistry that had a flash of skull and
crossbones in my mind. Something I knew I would not let happen and
that something was a relationship. This is just sex; I mentally
screamed inside my head. Then I felt his hands slowly work their
way up to my thighs and begin to spread them.

I stopped his hands and watched his
face look up to mine with intention. Our eyes locked, and he spoke
with conviction. Words that could either be a threat or be the
answer to my prayers.

"My thoughts right now have absolutely
nothing to do with mature or consenting, let alone professional. If
you say no, I'll stop, but if you say yes..." He never finished his
sentence, because all it took was for me to lay my head backwards
and moan while the words 'yes' left my mouth before my brain could
even react.

I felt his strong hands lift me out of
the tub, and my naked ass sit on the edge of the hot tub's side. I
looked down at him as I watched his mouth cover my nipple, bringing
it pleasure as his hands caressed my body. It felt sensual and
exquisite as if he wanted to awaken my entire body, then I felt his
hands separate my thighs again. I let my body lean back, and my
hands rest against the flushed wood deck that the hot tub was
parallel with. I let my head rest backwards, and I looked up to the
stars as a soft humming sound exited my lips.

I felt his kisses trail down my belly
to one thigh then the other. I felt the strength of his fingers as
they separated me, the warm tingling sensation as his mouth dropped
down and began licking me in ways I liked to have a man lick me. It
was as if he knew how I liked things done without me even asking or
changing my position. Then again, according to his twitter feeds,
there were a lot of women who could tell him exactly how they liked
it, and apparently he held out good on his end. A small pang of
jealousy came with that thought. How could I even be feeling
possession when this is strictly a benefit to hiring his company?
Then the realization hit as two of his fingers slid inside, and I
felt a euphoric ah inside of me.

I wanted him now. All of him. I felt
the intensity build as he massaged my bald pussy with his fingers
and then licked and sucked on my clitoris all while his fingers
slid in and out like an orchestrated event. I felt his name on the
tip of my tongue, and I wanted to scream out my pleas that he fuck
me now. Then my body convulsed, surrounding his fingers; I felt the
repetitive vibration of muscles clinching, my body tingling; my
eyes closed shut hard and fast, and I felt my hands go to his head
and grab his hair and practically shoved his head into me as I felt
the second part of my orgasm clinch tight. Then I did what I had
been wanting to do for the last few minutes. I screamed out his
name for all to hear. "Trey!"

As soon as I felt some type of ability
to release him from my clutches, I felt his strength as he gathered
me up in his arms and held me while kissing the top of my head. It
was the caring nature in the way he stroked my hair and practically
sang into my ear about how beautiful I am, how fantastic I was. It
was then that I felt the need to get the upper hand, as I always
did. I was not going to let him leave here with just him satisfying
me, no. I was going to fuck him senseless so that when he left
here, his twins would seem boring and bland. I had a mission, and I
intended on making Trey one very happy man.

Chapter Seven

Waking in the middle of the night,
still tingling from the incredible sex I just had, I felt a bit
sad. The heavy breathing from Trey told me that after a day like
yesterday, he was completely worn out. He might outwardly admit
that he was all play with plenty left in the engine, but I knew
that after a night of passionately exerted sex, almost a
competition at hand, he needed a regroup. Hell, I needed a regroup
after the night we just shared. What I had done to myself in the
hot tub thinking of him, was nothing in comparison to what we did
to each other last night. It was a night to not be forgotten. I
felt caught, caught inside his wave, and as he slept deeply I could
only hope we both walked away from this with a sense of
professionalism.

I was lying to myself; I knew it, that
this just couldn't happen. Trey was the type of man who could own
my soul, make me yearn for things I have never yearned for, and I
had come too far to think he was worth it. No, I will convince
myself once again, that no man is worth heartbreak, and my career
is everything to me. However, a small part of me fought the
feelings of what if as I remembered the way his hand stroked my
hair. The way he kissed my neck and stroked it lightly with his
fingers as he looked into my eyes telling me I'm beautiful, that I
mattered to him. He had said those words as if they were a
convincing announcement of 'I love you' will come next. He said
everything, but those three little words strung together that meant
so much, and I even felt the need to say it back, and didn't. It
was if we both were being reserved in our feelings but holding
absolutely nothing out when it came to the physical act.

The weight of his naked arm over my
hip and the feel of his hand holding my leg, keeping my body close
to his felt exquisite and a feeling I could get used to. The feel
of his strong naked body behind me had me reeling with thoughts of
how this could not continue any further than it had, yet I wanted
this feeling to last more than ever. Perhaps even, to have this
feeling again, waking more mornings than I wanted to count with him
naked behind me, holding me, reassuring me that this was
real.

I knew that I had to get real. It is
three in the morning, and I had work to do before flying out to
Japan on Monday. I had a busy full week ahead, and Bill was to meet
me at the airport for his first social engagement in Japan, a
dinner with the executives. I needed to impress this account and
having a reputable man next to me that could work a room with me
was what I needed. Not some boy toy ex-surfer that looked good
naked. Scratch that, looked fucking spectacular naked, and knew how
to make my body react to his sexual skills.

I tried to think of how this could
work out but all I ended up envisioning was a laid-back surfer
boyfriend who saw me as a casual great lay and maybe a means to an
end if he so chooses. I felt my heart pinch with love on my last
orgasm and the way he knew to respond to my body after by holding
me, caressing me, kissing my neck and telling me how great that
just was. It was almost like we just made love. And that word,
didn't have a place in my career right now. That word came with
complete new objectives that constituted distraction and lost
sales. Not to mention the fact that I did not have time for a man
like Trey. From the sounds of it, he was always on, always doing
something, surfing, gardening, kayaking, swimming, snorkeling,
scuba diving. You name it, he seemed to have done it and done it
well enough that he was in the news.

Yet somehow, he was able to keep this
escort service he was providing a masked secret. Even his partner,
Zachery was off the radar. If anything impressed me most, was the
fact that this business was building on secrets alone. That thought
irked me that it was so unbelievable that women, corporate women
like myself, needed services like this to make our social scene a
bit easier. However, I could not go around thinking that it was my
job to change the world and their viewpoints. That would come in
time. I could not help but to think about how Trey and Zachery went
about getting all of this started and then a thought began to build
as a quiet internal laughter let loose in my head. Of course, what
else would two retired surfers who look like they do, do? They took
their personal social skills and good looks to the next level. They
saw a need and filled it, discretely I might add. That in itself,
said something about Trey and his business skills. Perhaps I was
judging him a bit too harshly.

My mind wandered back to the naked man
in my bed. Trey. With the body and energy that he has, it would
only make me want to spend more of my time doing exactly what we
just did last night.

I would like to think we were just
working ourselves out of each other's systems. Trey will move on to
the twins and the next time I have an urge I will just take care of
it myself or call upon a good friend to take care of it for me.
It's what worked in my busy corporate life.

Trey rolled over and away from me as I
proceeded to stretch. It was still late in the night and not quite
morning. Staying the night at a woman's house usually led to
thinking it was a relationship, perhaps that is only fair because
women thought that way as well.

Jennifer had no idea what was going
through Trey's mind at the moment. He was exhausted from the surf,
the twins and most rightly, Jennifer herself. He felt himself
drifting off with images of her naked body in his brain. The way
she looked spectacular as her body squirmed from his hot mouth on
her naked pussy. The way she rocked his cock back and forth while
sitting on top of him, grinning down at him with her sexual teasing
looks. The way she arched back in the throes of an orgasm and the
way she hung on to his cock with her mouth while he sat outside on
the ledge of her hot tub. She was a sexual heathen, and he could
think of nothing more than wanting her more. The quick thought of
complications arose in his brain, then he smiled with his eyes
closed thinking how she was worth every damn complication that
might come along. He let himself drift back off to sleep knowing
that Jennifer lie wide-awake next to him. Only he was not aware of
her own interpersonal dialogue consuming her thoughts.

By six a.m., I stretched my body while
lying flat on my back as I watched the rising sun and slipped out
of my bed as quiet as possible. I jumped into the shower to rinse
off our lovemaking from the night before. I dried off, combed my
brown hair into a short ponytail at the nape of my neck, slipped on
a black sports bra, white tank top and black running shorts. My
running shoes were just outside by the back door from the evening
before, and if I slipped out quietly, perhaps Trey would find his
way out and pretend none of this ever happened. Better business
that way.

It only took a half-mile down the
beach and a good set of running tunes to fill my ears that I was in
synch with my workout. All thoughts of Trey eluded me as I ran
farther down the coastline. The only thing working out in my brain
right now is the Japan account and how I was going to close the
deal.

Trey woke to an empty bed and worse,
an empty house. He called out to Jennifer but there was no one
around nor was there a note anywhere leading to where she might
have gone. He decided to jump into the shower for a quick rinse off
when he noticed the shower still had water on the walls and floor.
She must not have been gone too long so he decided that perhaps she
went out for a morning jog. He remembered reading all about her
profile that Zachery had obtained from their background check on
her. Facebook wasn't the only place Zachery knew how to dig up
details on their females.

Ten minutes later, he went out to the
private fenced in patio area in only his cargo shorts. He glanced
at the hot tub thinking of the fond memories that just took place
there less than twelve hours ago. Thinking how he would not mind
partaking in remaking a few of those memories again and soon.
However, something told him in his gut that this business only
woman was not going to let him be her boy toy. That if she had her
way when she got back from her run, she would brush him off and
tell him this was a strictly business only transaction. He knew it
would come but until then a small romantic part of him hoped she
would bend her crazy personal rules that she lived by and give this
surfer a chance.