Naughty (3 page)

He stopped suddenly. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, baby. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she pleaded, grabbing his backside and pressing him deeper inside. With no further instruction needed, Jacob made love to her like never before.

THAT WAS NEARLY
five years ago, she thought, and glanced over at the window seat where they had first christened the house. Naomi looked at the clock again.
Where the hell is he?
She picked up the cordless to call his cell phone, but put it down when she heard him walking up the stairs. Naomi threw back the covers, exposing her body in a sexy, black lace negligee. She folded her arms underneath her breasts for increased cleavage, hoping her husband wasn’t too tired to notice her rack. The romance novel that she was reading had made her horny, and she wanted to experience the exact same passion as the characters in the book.

“You’re still up?” Jacob asked nonchalantly as he entered the bedroom, totally ignoring Naomi.

“I was waiting up for you,” she said in a low, sexy voice.

Her come-hither tone escaped him as he walked over to the closet without looking in her direction. “For what?”

She climbed out of bed, followed him to the large walk-in closet, and stood in the doorway, letting the light shine through the sheer silk fabric of the gown, exposing her naked body underneath. “So we could make love.” Naomi put her hands on her hips and pouted. “Jacob, it’s been weeks and we’re
past
overdue.”

He walked over to her and finally noticed her titties poking through the sheer negligee. He rubbed the back of his hand against her nipples, and then grabbed her by the waist. “You look great, baby.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “But I’m totally exhausted.”

“What else is new?” She sighed heavily and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “It seems these days the only thing you have time for is work. I’m feeling neglected. Jacob, don’t you find me attractive anymore?”

“Don’t be silly, Naomi. I just said how great you look. I’m tired, that’s all. Just give me a few hours of sleep.” He pecked her on the cheek again. “I promise, by morning I’ll be rested and ready to make up for lost times,” he said, and walked past her into the bathroom to take a shower.

Realizing that she was beating a dead horse, Naomi relented and got back into bed. With the anticipation of morning lovemaking dancing through her mind, she finally fell asleep and dreamed about wild, uninhibited sex with her husband. But the dream turned into a nightmare when she awoke to an empty bed the next morning.

There on his pillow was a note saying, “Forgot about an early meeting. I’ll make it up to you tonight. I promise. Love J.R.”

She crumpled the note in one hand and tore the covers from around her body with the other. In an attempt to extinguish her lust-induced inferno, she stormed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Naomi stepped into the icy-cold spray trying to cool her fire until Jacob could quench her desire.

“
MR. REED
, your wife is on line two,” Jacob’s assistant announced through the intercom.

“Charlotte, please tell her I’m heading to a meeting and I’ll call her as soon as it’s over,” Jacob said into the speakerphone, gathering notes for his nine o’clock meeting.

“Yes, sir,” his assistant said, before disconnecting the line.

The mere fact that Naomi was calling this early was a clear indication that she was beyond upset about the broken promise of early-morning loving. She hardly ever phoned before noon. She was usually too busy getting their four-year-old son, Noah, ready for preschool. He truly loved his wife, but his time these days was limited. Being a partner for Kirschner Gross, one of New York’s leading accounting firms, was demanding. The firm had recently landed an important account. The client, Mira Rhone, CEO of FACEZ, a cosmetics conglomerate, was temperamental at best. She needed to be handled with kid gloves, so Jacob decided to oversee the account personally. Suddenly his regular ten-hour days increased to twelve, oftentimes fifteen,
leaving the remaining nine to cram in quality time with his family, get in a little golf, some sleep, and little else. Jacob’s strong work ethic was instilled into him by his parents. Though they were blue-collar workers, they worked hard and sacrificed to send their children to college. His parents wanted him and his sister to have opportunities in life that they never had. Jacob knew that he could’ve eased up on his work schedule, but he didn’t. He had promised himself years ago that he would work hard until he had a few million dollars in the bank, so in the event anything ever happened to him, his family would always be secure. In the back of his mind he could still see his father working two jobs just to make ends meet, and he was determined never to struggle financially like his parents had done.

Charlotte buzzed again. “Mr. Reed, Ms. Rhone is here.”

“Show her to the conference room. I’ll be right there.” Jacob retrieved the file on FACEZ from the credenza, gathered the remaining notes from his desk, and headed toward the door with the file tucked underneath his arm. Unbuttoning the suit jacket that was hanging on the back of the door, he put it on, smoothed down the front, and then adjusted his tie before leaving for the conference room. Mira was a sharp dresser, and he wanted to make sure that his appearance was up to par.

The offices of Kirschner Gross were state-of-the-art. Every workplace, from the executive offices to the five-by-six cubicles, was equipped with high-tech, flat-screen computer monitors. In contrast to the staunch, dimly lit atmosphere of the Old World accounting firms with their mahogany corridors and tucked leather furniture, Kirschner’s environment was bright and airy with contemporary Scandinavian furnishings and precision track lighting. Located on an entire floor atop the Empire State Building, the office had commanding views of the city. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room faced west and offered unobstructed panoramic views of New Jersey. Rivaling the commanding view was the room’s focal point, an imported,
twenty-foot, rectangular, teak conference table. Sleek swivel armchairs in butter-soft taupe leather complemented the table perfectly. Completing the look were numbered prints by renowned artist Romare Bearden hung throughout the room.

At the head of the table sat Mira Rhone, with her long legs crossed, talking on her sleek cellular phone. Mira’s great-grandmother, Mirabella Rhone, the grande dame of the cosmetics industry, had transformed FACEZ from a cottage industry initially based in the UK into one of the world’s premier manufacturers of makeup, skin care, hair care products, and fragrances.

In her late twenties, Mira epitomized the look of the industry. Her golden brown skin was a shade darker than her light brown eyes, which had only a hint of shadow on the lids. Her high cheekbones had only a dusting of blush and her pouty lips were brushed with just a touch of nude gloss. The “natural” look was flawless. Her coal black, wavy hair was tied back in a tight chignon at the nape of her neck. Dressed in a midnight blue, haute couture, pinstriped suit with the skirt cut right at the knee and a pair of navy sling backs, Mira was the perfect picture of sophistication.

“Yes, Oliver, I understand that production is on schedule for the adult line, but I want to be
ahead
of schedule,” Mira stated unequivocally.

Jacob cleared his throat to indicate his presence, so that she would end her conversation, and they could begin their meeting.

Mira looked up in his direction and mouthed, “Just a moment.”

He was irritated that she was sitting at the helm of the conference table, a spot reserved for partners. But based on her body language—reared back in the chair with her legs crossed—he could see that she had no intention of moving. Instead of making an issue out of the seating arrangement, he pulled out one of the side chairs, sat down, and waited for her to complete her call.

“Being ahead of schedule was GG’s motto and I intend to keep
up the tradition,” Mira said, referring to her great-grandmother, who had passed away a year ago. “Oliver, we’ll have to table this conversation until later,” she said, looking over at Jacob, who was thumping his fingers on the table. Obviously he was getting impatient.

Jacob listened as she wrapped up her conversation and couldn’t help but notice how poised and in control she was for a young woman, and her confidence turned him on. His dick began to twitch at the thought of fucking her. He had a secret crush on Ms. Rhone, but had yet to act on it. He had to play the “cool” card, and act professional. She gave no indication of interest in him outside of business, so he’d just have to bide his time until an opportunity presented itself.

“I apologize for the delay,” Mira said, depressing the end button on her cell.

“Not a problem,” he said, taking his mind out of the gutter and focusing back on business. He removed two copies of the company’s balance sheet that offered a snapshot of FACEZ’s financial state, and handed one to Mira.

“I wanted to meet with you this morning to discuss the financial health of the company,” Mira said, taking the balance sheet. She paused for a few moments and glanced over the report.

“As you can see, the company’s assets far outweigh the liabilities.”

Mira nodded. “As I expected.”

He continued. “The key revenue driver is the skin care line. Over the last two quarters, FACEZ has held a solid market position.”

Mira nodded again, and then said, “When my great-grandmother moved from Jamaica to London in her twenties and started this company, with a single product, night cream for women, she had a clear vision to succeed, and I plan to take FACEZ further by expanding into the children’s market with Baby FACEZ, a line of body products for kids.”

“Well, the company is definitely on solid financial ground and is in an excellent position to expand.” Jacob had to admire Mira’s tenacity. She could have easily rested on the laurels of the company, sat back, and collected a fat check. But here she was forging ahead with a new product line, geared to a completely different market.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, because I already have our chemist working on new formulas,” Mira said, recrossing her long, lean legs. “I’m planning a trip to our London office next Wednesday to speak with the board regarding increasing the startup capital for Baby FACEZ.” Since the company was founded in the U.K., the main office as well as the board was still located there. “I would like for you to go along to present the financial projections.” Mira took a leather-bound agenda out of her briefcase. “That won’t be a problem, will it?”

Actually, it was a major problem. Next Wednesday was Noah’s fifth birthday, and Naomi was planning an all-out celebration with riding ponies, clowns from Circus World, and actors dressed like Tinky Winky, Dipsy, and the rest of the Teletubbies gang. Working late and leaving early she could understand, but missing their son’s birthday party would be unforgivable. “Actually, Mira, next Wednesday is no good for me. Can we move the meeting to the following week?” Jacob wanted nothing more than to go on a business trip with Mira. Maybe then he could orchestrate a seduction plan, but as luck would have it, London was out of the picture—at least this time.

“That won’t work for me.” She thumbed through the calendar in her agenda. “I’m booked solid with meetings for the next month, so it’ll have to be next week,” she insisted.

He pondered the situation for a few seconds trying to come up with an amicable solution. Finally it hit him. “What if I have one of my senior associates accompany you and make the presentation?”

Mira sighed, as if frustrated. “I’d prefer it if you went instead.
It would make for a stronger case if a partner presented the financials.”

“I assure you Nina James is more than qualified to make the presentation. Not only is she a CPA, but she’s also a CVA and a CFE. Furthermore, I would not have someone on my team that was not capable of making a simple financial presentation,” he stated adamantly.

Mira looked confused. “A what? What’s a CVA?”

“A CVA is a certified valuation analyst and a CFE is a certified fraud examiner. So as you can see, her credentials are topnotch, and she’s more than qualified.”

“Well, I guess she’ll do,” she said, sounding unimpressed. “Have her call my office so we can review the agenda.”

Relieved that he had won that round, Jacob offered, “You can meet Nina now. Her office is right down the hall.”

Mira looked at her watch. “I can’t. I have a ten o’clock and if I don’t leave right now, I’ll be late.” Mira was a stickler for time and prided herself on rarely being tardy. She gathered her belongings and stood to leave.

Mira’s height always took Jacob by surprise. She was at least five feet ten inches, and with heels on stood a little over six feet. She was beautiful, tall and lean, and could have easily been mistaken for a model, instead of the CEO of a major corporation. He reached out to shake her hand, and held it a little longer than he should have. Any skin-to-skin contact with Mira was better than none at all, and he got off on the cheap thrill. Finally, he dropped her hand and said, “I’ll have Nina call your assistant this afternoon to hammer out the details.”

“Thank you, Jacob.” She smiled.

He followed closely behind as she walked to the door. “You are more than welcome.” His eyes zeroed in on her petite ass.
I can’t wait to get my dick inside of that pussy
.

Jacob had lost the lust that he once felt for his wife. Once he witnessed her pushing their son out of her vagina, his sexual desire
for her faded as if it never existed. He had no idea that a pussy could stretch that far. Witnessing childbirth up close and personal had completely turned him off, and he didn’t view his wife as a sex object anymore, now that she was a mother. He loved Naomi, but his dick went limp every time the picture of her outstretched vagina entered his mind. To quench his thirst for sex, Jacob had taken up fucking around on the side, but was careful not to have affairs under his wife’s nose. He used his frequent business trips as an opportunity to get his rocks off.