Stormy Night (3 page)

“Fuck me now, Jack,” she said softly.

“Soon,” he murmured. That’s when she felt one of his thumbs ease into her pussy, and the matching index finger, thick with her own juice, slide deep into her ass.

She threw back her head and cried out as he began pumping his hand back and forth, driving his thumb deep into her cunt while his index finger fucked her up the ass. He left her poor clit alone, focusing his energy on driving his hand as hard and fast as he could, giving her a double finger-fuck.

Anne was well past the point of any pleasure she had ever experienced, her only remaining coherent thought being that she would suffer a heart attack from orgasmic sensory overload. She’d made love (or just fucked) a lot of men, but she’d never, ever had an experience like this: and he hadn’t even gotten his cock into her yet! A small, detached part of her mind concluded that her orgasms could now be measured not in terms of the number of times she’d come, but in how many minutes they were lasting.
Jesus
.

Finally, Jack’s hand slowed, then stopped. Anne lay on the desk, chest heaving as she fought for air. Then, pulling her quivering legs from his shoulders, he stood up between them. With Anne watching over the sheen of sweat that glimmered on her breasts, Jack removed his T-shirt, exposing an attractive chest; she was surprised to see that he had no tan line around his neck or arms, but a smooth light golden skin tone that, again, she’d never noticed before. Then he undid his belt, then the button on his jeans. His cock was a hard, prominent bulge pressing against the thick fabric.

He paused a moment, as if unsure. She held her arms out to him. “Come on, baby, it’s your turn.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Almost hesitantly, Jack unzipped his fly, the sound sending shivers up Anne’s spine from the anticipation of seeing his cock. She didn’t expect — or really want — anything huge, as her own vagina was simply not up to accommodating oversized male members, but she also hoped he wasn’t…under-endowed.

Jack stepped out of his jeans, then slowly drew down his underwear, revealing a rock-hard cock that was just shy of eight inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter. She could see that there was a huge wet spot on his underwear and a stream of clear, viscous fluid was running down his cock from the tip.
 

“Perfect,” she sighed as she drew her knees up to her chest, fully exposing her pussy and ass. She didn’t care which one he picked, she just wanted him to fill her up, and to do it right now. “Hurry.”

With no further hesitation, he stepped forward, one hand guiding his pulsing cock to the lips of her dripping pussy. Anne groaned as he slowly pushed it inside her, and she felt like her core temperature went up a hundred degrees as he eased the last inch of himself in.

“God, does that feel good,” she sighed. She reached up and took his face in her hands. “What’s wrong, Jack?”

“Nothing,” he gasped as he slowly pulled himself out, leaving only the tip of his penis still inside her. “It’s just…so incredible that you want me. I never thought…” He shrugged, at a loss for words.

“I never dreamed of anything like this, either,” she told him softly. She grabbed his waist, digging into his skin with her perfectly manicured nails as she pulled him closer. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
 

The animal intensity returned to Jack’s eyes as his hands drew her legs up his chest, her calves on each side of his head. He then took hold of her hips and leaned forward slightly. She cried out as his cock went even deeper into her, the head hitting her G spot dead on.

“Jesus,” she gasped as he began to move his cock in and out of her. He went slow for the first few tentative thrusts. Then he began to fuck her hard and fast. As soon as she felt like she was going to come, he suddenly stopped, backed his cock almost all the way out, and paused…only to ram it in hard and hold it inside her as deep as he could.
 

That in itself almost sent her over the edge again. But then he began to pulse his hips, making tiny mini-thrusts. Something about the angle or position must have been perfect, because he did that only half a dozen times before she started to come, and nothing would stop it this time.

“Now, Jack, now!” she begged as her lower body again began to shudder, and she knew it was going to be another big one.

With a cry of his own, Jack hammered his cock into her, slamming into her so hard she could feel and hear his balls slapping against her ass.

Anne watched, fascinated, as the muscles in his chest and arms seemed to ripple, the veins on his face standing out, just before he screamed. With one final, frenzied thrust, he slammed his cock into her as he came, shooting long, hot jets of cum deep into her aching cunt.
 

She came with him, her body again convulsing, her vaginal muscles constricting around his cock, as if to squeeze every last drop of cum from it.
 

It seemed to last forever, yet couldn’t last long enough. Spent, Jack collapsed on top of her, and she took him in her arms as she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him to her, never wanting his cock to slip from inside her.

Jack was shivering, and it took her a moment to realize that the wetness she felt on her shoulder was more than her own sweat: her skin was wet with his tears.
 

“It’s okay,” she murmured, holding him tighter as tears welled in her own eyes.
 

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” he whispered hoarsely, “except in my mind.”

She giggled. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin!”

He shook his head, stifling a laugh. “I’m not a virgin, but let’s say most of my experience is, ah, virtual.”

Drawing him down, she kissed him long and hard before looking him in the eye. “You were incredible. I’ve never…” She shook her head, at a loss for words. “I’ve never had a man make love to me like that before.” She gave him a wicked smile. “But I wouldn’t mind making it a habit.”

At that, Jack laughed. “Well, it’s definitely going to complicate things here in the office. I don’t think I’ll be able to even look at you now without getting hard as a rock. Imagine Bob’s expression when he finds out about us…what’s wrong?”

The mention of Bob’s expression — the thought of the partners finding out she was having an affair with someone else in the office — sent a spear of ice through Anne’s gut. “Oh, God,” she whispered. With more than a twinge of regret, she pushed Jack away and sat up, her body still trembling from the orgasmic workout he’d given her.
 

“What is it?”

All she felt when she looked at Jack’s confused face was guilt…guilt and regret. “There can’t be any
us
, Jack. I’m sorry, but there just can’t. I don’t know what I was thinking when I came on to you. Shit.” She bent down to retrieve the blanket and covered herself with it, feeling like a complete fool and a fake as Jack stood there staring at her in disbelief, his cock still glistening with their mixed cum. “Get some clothes on.”

“No,” he said, reaching out and grabbing her arm, “I’m not doing a goddamn thing until you explain to me what the hell is going on.”

Angrily shaking off his hand, she turned on him. “Do you know how hard I’ve worked to get to where I am in this business? What I’ve had to do? What I’ve had to sacrifice? If Bob or any of the other partners found out I was having an affair in the office, I could kiss goodbye any chance I had at a partnership of my own.”

Jack gave her an incredulous look. “But half of them have had affairs with someone else here!”

She took a step toward him, her neck reddening with anger. “Yes, but they’re
men
. If they want to bang somebody, that’s okay because they’re in charge. They make the rules. There are two standards here, or haven’t you noticed?” She turned away. “No, of course you haven’t. What was I thinking.”

“Yes,” he countered, “I have noticed. I know that Kevin fucked up the Rockwell contract, tried to dump it on you so you’d take the blame, and then took the credit after you salvaged it.” Anne whirled around, her mouth open in astonishment. Jack stepped closer. “I know that you had to sleep with Brett to clinch your last promotion, even though your profit margin for the previous two quarters were higher than anyone else’s by at least fifteen percent, and Brett’s the Equal Employment Opportunity rep.” Her mouth opened wider. “And I know that you were passed up three times for your first promotion, even though you brought in more clients in half the time than the people who got those promotions.”

“How the hell do you know all that?”
 

He laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound. It was bitter, laced with irony. “Because I’m invisible, Anne. People talk around me like aristocrats talk around servants, like they’re no more than marble statues. While I crawl around under their desks or fix some stupid mistake they’ve made, they talk. They brag to one another, they’re on the phone with their wives and mistresses, they come on to the women in the office, who also talk, by the way. But they don’t talk when they think anyone who counts is listening, and I’ve never counted.”

“That’s not true…” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she knew it was a lie. She had been just as guilty of seeing Jack, or not seeing him, as anyone else.
 

“All I’ve wanted, nearly since the first time I laid eyes on you, was to have a chance,” he told her, ignoring her last words. “This, what we had tonight…maybe it could lead to something more, maybe it wouldn’t. But I want to
know
, Anne. I at least want the chance to find out. Don’t you?”

Of all the things she’d had to do in her life, the hardest one was for her to say, “I can’t, Jack. We can’t be together. Not here.” She turned away, unable to suffer the silent accusation in his eyes any longer. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.”

Without another word, Jack scooped up his clothes and strode out of her office. Pausing at his cubicle near the back just long enough to get dressed, he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

Biting back the tears, Anne sank into her chair, the sticky wetness between her legs now a cold reminder of what could have been something special before it was destroyed by reality. Letting the blanket fall from her shoulders, not caring that she was naked underneath, she focused her mind on the data displayed by her computer and forced herself to get to work.

CHAPTER SIX

Anne rode up the elevator on Monday morning, fighting a constant onslaught of vicious butterflies in her stomach that threatened to morph into full-blown nausea. While she had managed to fix the mistakes in the account Friday night after Jack had left, she had been a complete wreck for the rest of the weekend. Alternately wracked with guilt and self-pity, both of which were unaccustomed emotions for her, she had gotten little sleep. She had wanted to call Jack and had picked up her phone half a dozen times to call the firm’s answering service for his number, but had never gotten up the courage to dial.
You spineless bitch
, she thought. It gave her some small appreciation for what Jack must have endured in his quest to ask her out. But even had she screwed up the courage to call him, what could she have said? As much as she wanted the same thing he did, a chance to see if they could be something together, she simply wasn’t going to risk her career.
And I shouldn’t have to, dammit
.

But what she was dreading most this morning was seeing Jack. She was terrified that she’d give in to the urge to just take him in her arms and kiss him, right in the middle of the office where everyone could see. Fuck the partners, fuck everyone else. And she was equally terrified that she would do what the cold part of her mind wanted him to do: completely ignore her, so it would be easier for her to ignore what she was feeling, to act as if their stormy night had never happened.

She just couldn’t decide which would be worse.

After getting out of the elevator, she forced herself toward the etched glass door that led to the firm’s receiving lounge. Taking a deep breath, she pulled open the door and plunged inside. Giving a curt nod to the perky secretary at the reception desk, she turned right and strode down the hallway that led to the firm’s inner sanctum where the work was actually done. Where her office and those of the other senior account managers and partners were. Where Jack would be, for he was always in early.

Not allowing herself to slow down, she opened the door and stepped through. The usual cast of characters were already there. They nodded to her or gave their typical good morning greeting, and she nodded absently in return. Her eyes darted to the cubicle in the corner where Jack worked. It was empty. She scanned the rest of the expansive space, past the desks and handful of cubicles along the wall, through the doorways to the surrounding individual offices that happened to be open.
 

There was no sign of Jack.
 

Her secretary, whose desk was just outside Anne’s personal office, was already waiting for her. “You have a message from Mr. Rockwell, and…”

Holding up her hand to forestall the rest of the young blonde’s report, Anne said, “I need to see Jack right away about a glitch that came up Friday night.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the secretary said in an all too cheery voice, her hand instantly reaching for the phone to do Anne’s bidding.

Anne stopped in her tracks, realizing that she treated her secretary just like Jack had said everyone treated him: as an invisible automaton. Over her shoulder, she said, “Thank you, Stephanie.” Her secretary stared at her, eyebrows raised in surprise. “And I want you out of here no later than noon. Take a few days off. You haven’t taken a single day of leave for the last eight months.”

Stephanie’s jaw dropped.

Anne gave the young woman a wan smile before stepping into the office. She stood in the doorway a moment, staring at her desk and chair. Then, after taking off her coat and putting her purse in one of the desk drawers, she ran her fingers over the dark stain on the leather blotter that she had made with the juices of her passion with Jack. The memory brought another wave of regret, along with a tingle of arousal.
Stop it
, she chastised herself.